#BIG BOY

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | after you receive a series of anonymous love letters, eddie has a confession to make that might make or break your whole friendship. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut (minors dni, fingering f!receiving, praise kink, innocence kink, corruption kink), a little possessiveness if you squint, cute fluffy eddie head over heels for you, everyone in this is 18+ and if you aren't, you shouldn't be reading it! 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i wrote this in (mostly) one sitting because the idea came to me and i couldn’t let it go, and it's absurdly long so.... here’s some sweet eddie smut!

You opened your locker, and watched as it fell out, just like every day. Every day for the past month, someone had been sneaking notes through the vent of your locker door, and you had no idea who was doing it. You thought it would be easy to figure out, the messy, nearly-illegible, handwriting indicative of a boy, but not even asking the Hellfire Club for opinions helped bring an answer. All that had succeeded in was Dustin poking fun at you for getting anonymous love letters, and you had sighed with exhaustion and snatched the first note back. 

You picked up the newest note from next to your shoe, unfolding it to read the newest sentiment. The handwriting was a little messier than usual, maybe rushed or something, and it read the same as every other note: that you were beautiful and smart, that any man who calls himself your boyfriend is lucky, then goes on to ask “Do you still not know who I am? I thought it was obvious, princess. Oh well. Maybe one day you’ll figure it out, and then I can be yours.” Not a single note was signed with a name or anything identifiable, and it was driving you crazy trying to figure it out. 

Before you could properly read the new note, it was being pulled out of your hand, and you whipped your head around to see Eddie, smiling like a goofball and examining the note. “Damn,” he chuckled. “Whoever this is has got it bad for you.” 

“Eddie,” you whined. “Gimme that back, it’s private.”

“What is it?” Eddie asked, examining the note. “Wait… Is this that letter you showed us, like, forever ago?”

“No,” you told him. “It’s like… I’ve been getting them every day since then.”

“Every day?” Eddie repeated, pulling a confused face, a grimace with knitted eyebrows.. “I thought it was just the one?”

“C’mon, seriously, give it back,” you groaned, but Eddie used his height against you, lifting the note above his head and craning his head to read it.

“A month of this?” Eddie asked. “‘I think about you every day, imagining what it would be like to be your man’— does this kinda shit work on you?”

“Eddie, c’mon,” you said, and you grabbed at the note. Eddie was quicker than you, though, turning to defend himself and the love letter. 

“Who is it?” He asked. “Do you know?” 

You sighed, seeing no way out of this. Eddie had been at the helm of teasing when you had first brought the issue to the Hellfire Club, nothing really harmful but it still made your stomach curdle. He seemed more invested in the mystery than even you were, even if he didn’t remember it until now.

“I have no idea,” you admitted. “I’ve been trying to figure it out, but nobody recognizes the handwriting. Anyway, who would like me this much to write weird anonymous love letters?”

Eddie handed the crinkled note back to you, and you almost missed the way his face fell. “You think they’re weird?” he asked, and you shrugged as you folded the letter back up. 

“It’s certainly not normal,” you said. “Why can’t this guy just tell me that he likes me? He can drop this pining bullshit he’s doing.” 

“Maybe he’s scared to tell you,” Eddie offered. He leaned up against the locker next to you, his fluffy curls flattening against the metal, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe he’s so afraid you’ll say no that he can’t even bear to tell you in person.” 

“Well, I can’t say yes if I don’t know who he is,” you sighed. 

“That’s true,” Eddie offered. “But seriously, does that mushy shit work on you?” 

You floundered for an answer, not wanting to give Eddie the satisfaction of being right, but your hesitation was answer enough. 

“It does!” Eddie laughed. “Oh, that’s amazing, you’re a little romantic.”

“I mean, maybe!” you said with a heavy shrug. “It’s just nice to have someone be, like, head over heels for me, y’know? Knowing that I’m appreciated like this…” 

Eddie sighed heavily through his nose, and he said, “Give me that note, I’ll read it to you.”

“Fuck off,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes. 

“No, really,” Eddie said. His chocolatey eyes widened with earnestness, and he added, “If you want someone to appreciate you, I’ll do it.” 

“I already know you appreciate me,” you said. “You’re like my brother, Ed. Anyway, you don’t wanna appreciate me like this.”

“Why not?” Eddie asked, and he took the note from your hand once more. “Is it dirty? Is he sending you dirty letters?” 

“Not always,” you told him. “I haven’t properly read this one yet; someone took it from me before I could.” 

Eddie opened the note and cleared his throat, and he read it off to you. “‘Princess’,” he snickered. “Strong start. He calls you princess?” 

“Shut the fuck up,” you groaned and tried to snatch the note away, but Eddie held you at arm’s length, keeping you away. 

“‘Princess, I thought about you all day’,” Eddie read. “‘It doesn’t help that you look so cute today. You should wear that lipstick more often, it makes your eyes look nice. Sometimes I think about what kissing your perfect lips would be like, having your lipstick stain my mouth. It’s enough to drive a man crazy. Is that something you would like? Do you like to be kissed, princess? When we meet, that’s the very first thing I’ll do, is kiss you. I think about you everyday, imagining what it would be like to be your man.’” Eddie paused to smile at the line that he had picked out before, and he continued. “I’d like you to be my girl, in any way I can have you. I love you.’”

“It does not say that,” you huffed. “He did not tell me he loves me.” 

“Okay, you’re right, that’s not written,” Eddie admitted, and you rolled your eyes. “But it might as well be! This guy's in love with you! That’s some sappy shit, babe, he’s got it bad.”

Before you could retort, the bell sounded, and you groaned as you finally retrieved the note from Eddie’s hand. “I’ll see you this afternoon,” you told him, shoving the note in your pocket. “Forget you ever read that.”

“Forgotten,” Eddie said with a nod. “I’ll see you at Hellfire, princess.” 

“Don’t call me that!” you shouted after him as he left down the hallway, and you sighed and brushed your fingers against your pocket. The note was sweet, but the problem came with Eddie. Now that he had narrated the letter, you couldn’t help but imagine only his voice as you read it back. The image of Eddie slaving over writing the perfect love note stuck in your head, and you physically shook your head to get rid of the thought. 

It wasn’t Eddie. There was no way it could be. You knew what Eddie’s handwriting looked like and it wasn’t what was on the sheet of paper. Anyway, you knew Eddie well, and he wasn’t shy like that. If he liked you enough to send love letters, he would just tell you as much. Deep in your chest, you sorta hoped it was Eddie writing you the letters. Even if it wasn’t sincere and was a prank (which was uncharacteristic for Eddie, but not entirely out of the realm of possibility), the idea that Eddie even noticed your lipstick or had the inkling of a desire to kiss you made your stomach turn flips. It was about time to face the music: you liked him.

You closed your locker with a sigh, and you made your way to class, the letter burning a hole in your pocket. 

Hellfire was successful that afternoon. Not exactly successful for the campaign— by all accounts, half of your group dying from a single hit by Vecna and the last member standing failing to kill him was very unsuccessful— but you always liked hanging out with the guys from Hellfire and always considered it a win. As the only girl, it was sometimes difficult to only hang out with guys, but everyone, even the freshmen, treated you nicely. Dustin looked at you like a sister, and you frequently drove him home after meetings.

“Can we get food on the way home?” Dustin asked as he shoved his binder into his backpack, and you shrugged. 

“Why not?” you asked. “What’re you thinking?” 

“I’m not sure,” Dustin replied. “You can choose.”

“How kind,” you smiled. “How about—”

“Hey, princess,” Eddie began from his place on his Dungeon Master throne. You turned to him, and he beckoned you over with a swipe of his fingers: “I wanna talk to you.” 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, and you shouldered your backpack as you turned back to Dustin. “Go to the car,” you told him and tossed him your car keys. “Get the heat going, alright?” 

Dustin did as you told him, and you tilted your head curiously at Eddie. He had his sleeves rolled up, exposing the tattoos on his lower arms, his hair all frizzy but still looking nice, and he had his plump pink lips pursed. “What’s up?” you asked. 

“I was thinking about your little letter situation,” Eddie began. “The anonymous author and all.”

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Eddie, really, leave it alone, it’s truly not that big a deal.”

“Yeah, but if some creep is trying to put the moves on you, the least he can do is do it in person,” Eddie sighed. “You deserve better than just some creepy love letters shoved in your locker.” 

“Do I?” you laughed, and Eddie’s dark eyes flashed. 

“Of course you do,” Eddie said. “You’re the best girl at Hawkins.”

“Chrissy Cunningham might disagree,” you mumbled under your breath, and Eddie sighed as he rolled his eyes. 

“Well, I think you’re the best girl at Hawkins, and that’s what matters,” he said. “Listen to me: I really care about you, and I hate that these letters are making you so… Uncomfortable.”

“They’re not making me uncomfortable,” you said. “I like them. I’m just annoyed that I don’t know who it is.” 

Eddie slowly stood from his throne, and he moved towards you carefully, like he was afraid that he was going to startle you. “You are beautiful,” he told you. “And you’re funny. And that guy is right, you’re enough to drive a man crazy. And you have, princess, you’ve made me completely mad.” 

You huffed out a wary laugh. “Eddie, what the fuck?” you chuckled, but you were stunned silent when he reached forward and took your hand. 

Eddie took a deep breath, his chest heaving with it, and he said, “I wrote those letters. All of them. Every single one.”

Your heart dropped, and you stepped away from Eddie. “No you didn’t,” you said. “If you liked me, you would’ve just told me.”

“And I wanted to,” Eddie said. “But I was shy and scared. I was terrified that you would reject me, so I… I found a way you couldn’t reject me.” 

Your mouth felt dry, and you felt warm under Eddie’s gaze. “Eddie,” you uttered. “Y-You didn’t really… You’re not…” 

“I can prove it,” Eddie said quickly. He went back to his throne and grabbed his metal lunchbox from the floor, and he opened it up to pull out several scraps of notebook paper, the same ones that your letters came on. You recognized it as the same, because the blue lines were a little smudged— a defect from the notebook itself. “Look, here was me drafting today’s letter during free period, I rewrote it so many times before I got the version I gave you.” 

“B-But,” you stammered. “Your handwriting…”

“I wrote them with my left hand,” Eddie told you. “I knew you’d recognize my handwriting.”

You felt suffocated as you sorted through the scraps of paper from Eddie’s lunchbox, and you grabbed them and held them in a tight fist. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” you asked, tears threatening your eyes. Under any other circumstance, you would have thought it was funny, but your emotions twisted deep in your gut. You had to tell him that the feeling was mutual. “Ed, I wouldn’t have—”

“You wouldn’t have made fun of me?” Eddie supplied, tightening his arms over his chest. “The only girl I hang out with and I fall head over heels for you, how cliche is that? I-I would want you to make fun of me.”  

“No, Eddie, stop,” you said. “Stop putting words in my mouth. I wouldn’t have rejected you.” 

That stopped Eddie dead in his tracks. His fingers played with the ends of his hair, pressing them to his lips, and he finally mumbled out, “Really?” 

“Of course not, Ed,” you told him. Your chest burned with the confession, and you stepped closer to him, taking his hand back. “I really like you. Y-You’re so… Right. You’re just right for me.”

Eddie seemed shocked, taken aback, but his hand stayed in yours tightly. “Really?” he asked. “But I’m… Me.”

“And that’s why I like you,” you said. “You’re so weird and you’re so sweet and… And I’m glad it’s you. I wanted it to be you.” 

Eddie smiled for the first time, and he stepped closer to you until you could nearly hear his heartbeat. “Can I kiss you?” he asked. “I told you that’s the first thing I’d do, is kiss you.”

“Please,” you whispered, and Eddie didn’t waste any time. His hand went to the back of your neck and tugged you into his body, and he kissed you, pressing his lips sweetly to yours. Your hands floated up, and you touched your palms to his chest as you kissed him back. 

You loved the way Eddie kissed you, passionate but not hungry, sweet but not needy, his fingers touching your hair. His mouth felt so nice against yours, and you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss. Eddie tilted his head and his hands went down to your waist, tugging you fully against his body as his tongue carefully snaked into your mouth. 

You finally broke the kiss, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him, and he gave you a wide smile. “Can you keep leaving me those little notes?” you asked. “I really like them. But maybe you can sign them with your name now.” 

“Of course,” Eddie said, and he kissed you once more. “I’m glad you liked them.”

“I do,” you told him, and you placed a quick kiss on his mouth. “Um, maybe you could come by my house tonight. We could… I don’t know, hang out.” 

Eddie smiled. “Sure thing, princess. Give me one more kiss, then you gotta go. Don’t wanna leave Henderson waiting too long.”

You smiled and draped your arms over Eddie’s shoulders, and you kissed him one last time, admiring the taste of him as his tongue claimed your mouth again. He tasted like cigarettes and like the distinctive tang of skin, but it was wonderful no matter what. “Hey,” Eddie whispered when the kiss broke, and his big hand lightly captured your cheek. “You wanna be my girlfriend?” 

“Of course,” you told him. “Oh, Eddie, I’d love to.” 

“Good,” Eddie said softly, his cheeks turning red. “Good, I’m glad. Umm… I’ll see you later tonight.” 

You didn’t leave Dustin waiting for much longer, even though you could have stayed in the drama club room and kissed Eddie for hours. True to your word, you stopped at McDonalds on your way to Dustin’s house, and you sat in the car and ate with him. “What did Eddie wanna talk to you about?” Dustin asked, munching on a fry. “He seemed really intense.” 

You shrugged. “Nothing,” you said. “Just asking about an assignment for a class.”

“Eddie…” Dustin began. “Asked you… about homework?” 

“Why do you doubt me?” you asked, shoving him playfully. “What else would we be talking about?”

“I don’t know,” Dustin started, obviously having made a list. “D&D, maybe? C’mon, what were you guys really talking about? We both know that Eddie would never ask about homework.”

“Why do you wanna know so badly?” you asked. “Why isn’t it enough to just… Not know? Or care?”

“You know me, I have to care,” Dustin told you. “Spill it. What’s up?”

You sighed, looking down at the pack of chicken nuggets in your lap, and you chewed your lip. You knew that Dustin could be trusted with the truth and not to tell anyone else, and something in your chest made you giddy when you considered saying it out loud for the first time. But, did Eddie want Dustin to know? “I’ve been…” you started. “Getting some letters. Like, little love notes in my locker. Like the one I showed you, only way more than just one. Just stuff about how I’m pretty and everything, whatever, right? Eddie was with me when I got the one today, and he was just asking me about the note. Nothing major at all.” 

“Why does Eddie care about love notes?” Dustin asked. “Who are they from? Is he jealous?”

“They’re anonymous, just like the first one,” you told him. “I don’t know who’s writing them or why… Well, why, obviously they like me, but—”

“Can I see one?” Dustin asked. 

“Fuck off!” you huffed with a smile. “No, you cannot, that’s personal and private.”

“But Eddie read one.”

“Because he grabbed it from my hand,” you told him. “Eddie doesn’t care about personal and private, you know that.”

“So why did he ask to talk to you privately, if he doesn’t care about private?” Dustin asked. 

“I don’t know,” you said. Annoyance was starting to bubble in your stomach, and you rolled your eyes. “You’re asking too many questions, you’re starting to act like you’re my little brother. See if I ever bring you to McDonalds after school again.” 

Dustin didn’t seem satisfied with the way you suddenly ended the conversation, but he didn’t pry any further. The rest of the car ride was mostly silent, save for Dustin thanking you when you got him home, and he added, “If you find out who’s sending those notes, let me know, okay? I’m invested in the mystery now.” 

“Sure thing, Dusty,” you told him. “I’ll see you later.” 

The rest of the evening was slow as you waited. You had no idea when Eddie would show up or in what fashion, and you tried to distract yourself until you could see him. You finished your homework, you watched television with your parents, you did everything you could think of, and no Eddie. You knew he wasn’t the type to show up at your front door, holding flowers or something cheesy like that, but you didn’t know exactly what to expect. 

Your answer came after you went to bed, around midnight. You had given up hope of Eddie actually showing up, and your heart raced in your chest. Did he mean it? Did he mean any of it? Or was he just playing a prank, kissing you and fucking with you for fun? It didn’t seem like the type of guy that Eddie was, but your anxiety didn’t let you think any differently. 

You had already settled in bed, trying not to cry because of the whole ordeal, but a light tinkling on your window made you look up from your pillow. It wasn’t raining, you knew that much, and you slowly got out of bed and went to your window. The streetlight cast a shadow through your curtains, and your heart soared when you recognized Eddie’s frizzy curls in silhouette. 

Quickly, you threw back your curtains and were met with Eddie’s smiling face, and you wrenched open the window to get him inside. “My parents are asleep,” you told him softly. “But they’re upstairs.” 

“Good to know,” Eddie said, his smile still a mile wide, and he climbed through your window and wrenched it back closed. Finally, with a sigh, he turned to you, and he, sighing, said, “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart. I had some shit I had to deal with.” 

“It’s fine,” you told him. “You’re here now, that’s what matters.” 

“Glad to hear it,” Eddie said, and he stepped closer, into your space. “Can I please kiss you?” 

“Oh, is that what you wanna do?” you asked with a cheeky smile, and Eddie rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Well, yeah,” he said. He took your hand and pulled you into his body, and he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, making you giggle. “I didn’t sneak in your window at midnight just to shoot the shit, you know? B-But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” 

“I know,” you assured him. “What if, umm… I-I want to do stuff with you, y’know? I just… I just want you to know…” 

“Know what, princess?” Eddie asked softly. He led you over to the bed and he sat on the edge, and you were quick to straddle his waist and lay a kiss on his mouth. He didn’t hesitate to kiss back, his tongue snaking into your mouth once more, and his hands went comfortably to your waist, his fingers digging under the waistband of your pajama pants to feel your skin. His hand was still cold from the night outside, and you shivered as his hand ghosted around to the front of your pants. “What do you wanna tell me?” 

“I-I mean, you probably figured this out,” you stammered. “I haven’t ever had a boyfriend and guys at school don’t particularly like me, but, umm…” 

“Baby,” Eddie started, his hands readjusting to sit lightly on your ass. “Are you a virgin?” 

You sighed heavily. “I’m sorry,” you said, and Eddie shook his head quickly, his eyebrows knitting together. 

“No, no, don’t be sorry,” he told you. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m not upset, baby, I promise.” 

“Do you still wanna…” you started, and Eddie started nodding before you could even finish your sentence. 

“Yes, I do,” he told you. “Very much so.” His hands remained gentle on your ass as he leaned forward and buried his face in your neck, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he kissed over a sensitive spot. “Oh, right there?” he asked as you playfully batted at his head, but then he placed his mouth over the spot and sucked hard, definitely hard enough to leave a mark. 

A gasp left your mouth at the intense feeling that washed through you, and your hands clutched hard at the shoulders of Eddie’s jackets. “Eddie,” you uttered, unable to think of anything more profound to say as you felt heat pooling between your legs. “F-Fuck, Eddie.” 

“I know, princess,” Eddie said softly. “Does that feel good? You like it?”

“Love it,” you told him, and you giggled again when he kissed the spot. 

“Oh, I knew you were sensitive,” Eddie chuckled. “Fuck, I love that. Y’know, I meant it when I wrote that you were beautiful. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” 

“Shut up,” you said, but Eddie silenced your protests by pressing his teeth into your sweet spot, drawing another gasp from your throat. 

“I won’t,” Eddie mumbled against your neck. “You’re gorgeous, princess. I’ve wanted you for so long.” 

“Have you ever…” you started, unsure how exactly to phrase the question. It burned at your chest though, and you knew that you had to expel it somehow. “Umm… I don’t know… Jerked off? To me?”

Eddie laughed, then, seeing that you were serious, cleared his throat. “I mean,” he began. “I have, yeah. Is that weird?” 

Your heart thumped inside your chest, and you swallowed thickly. You liked the answer and the thought of it, and you shook your head at him. “I don’t think it’s weird,” you told him. “I just… Wanted to know, I guess.” 

“Now you know, baby,” Eddie said. “Have you ever masturbated to me?” 

You shook your head. “I don’t really know how to do it,” you admitted, feeling foolish for your lack of knowledge. 

Eddie’s eyes softened as he cooed at you. “Aw, my sweet girl,” he whispered softly. “I can show you how.” 

“You know how?” you asked, and Eddie shrugged. 

“I know a little bit more than you do,” Eddie told you, and he tapped your temple with a ringed finger. “Silly thing. Get on your back, princess.”

You scrambled off of Eddie’s lap as your pussy did yummy little flips, and you settled yourself against your pillows as Eddie followed. He pressed his hips between your legs, settling himself right against you, and you squirmed a little at the feel of his cool belt buckle touching the inside of your thigh. Eddie swiped a quick kiss on your lips, and his fingers expertly twisted in your pajama shorts and tugged them down your legs slowly. “God, you’re gorgeous,” Eddie whispered under his breath, his eyes soaking up the sight of you. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, pressing your hands to your face, and Eddie wrapped his long fingers around your wrists and tugged them away, pressing your wrists into the bed beside your head. 

“No, princess, I won’t,” Eddie told you. “I’ve wanted you for months, I only started the letters after Dustin told me I should—”

“Dustin?” you exclaimed. “This was his idea? He was begging me to tell him this afternoon!” 

“No, no, it was my idea,” Eddie said quickly. “He just encouraged me. But he knew; he always knew.”

“That little shit!” you laughed. “He was doing a good job of acting innocent.”

“Sounds like someone I know,” Eddie chuckled, his brown eyes flashing mischievously, and he pressed his hand to your pussy, the only thing separating you being the thin fabric of your panties. “Only you aren’t acting.” 

“Eddie, baby,” you whimpered, and Eddie put a quick, silencing kiss on your lips. 

“I know, princess,” he said, pouting. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for you to answer; he slipped one of his fingers inside your panties and felt down your leaking slit until his fingertip nudged your hole. Your hips bucked down into your mattress with shock, and Eddie kissed you again. 

“Pay attention,” Eddie told you. “I’m gonna teach you how to do this, okay?” You nodded quickly, and Eddie’s finger glided back up to the top of your cunt. With two fingers, he carefully spread your lips, and his middle finger expertly pressed against a sensitive spot of your flesh. You gasped at the shock of pleasure it sent into your legs, and Eddie grinned. “That’s your clit, baby, okay? Touch that, and be nice with it. Show me what a fast learner you are.” 

“How do I touch it?” you asked, and Eddie lightly circled the pad of his finger along your clit.

“Play with it,” he told you. “Circle it around, like this. Or this…” His finger started differently then, a motion almost like a light flicking towards your belly. That made your hips jut down again, and Eddie chuckled deep in his chest. “Just like that. Show me, baby, touch your clit for me.” 

Your hand shook as you lowered it down your body, and Eddie flopped himself beside you, undoing his belt as he watched you. Your finger definitely felt clumsier than Eddie’s did, a little softer than his too, but your reacted the same way as you copied the flicking motion he had done; you squirmed under your own touch, playing with your clit until you felt it throb with every pass of blood through your veins. 

“Yeah,” Eddie breathed, his eyes hungrily watching you. “Just like that, princess, I knew you were a fast learner. Keep doing that…” He trailed off, and he was quick to press his mouth to your neck, finding your sensitive little sweet spot again. The throbbing became too much to ignore as he kissed and sucked at your neck, and you finally let out a little whimper. 

“Oh, good,” Eddie whispered in your ear. “Just what I like to hear. So, you can masturabte like that, princess, or…” he paused and lightly let his fingers touch you again, this time circling your leaking hole. Then slowly, he pressed his first finger inside you, past your lips and into your pussy. You whimpered at the odd intrusion, loving every second of it, and Eddie’s kisses touched your neck again. “You can add your fingers. Fuck, you’re tight, aren’t you?” 

Shocks rocked your belly as Eddie’s finger went deeper inside you, deeper than you thought possible, until his knuckle was resting right against your hole, the bull-shaped ring pressing cooly against you. “See, isn’t that nice?” Eddie said softly. “God, you’re so soft.” 

You couldn’t help but whine his name, just a quiet mumble of “Eddie”, and he kissed your neck softly to silence you. “Rub your clit, princess,” Eddie whispered in your ear. “I can make you feel so good.”

You did as he told you, your fingers clumsily playing with the sensitive nerve again, and Eddie curled his finger inside you, pressing the soft pad of his finger into that spongy nerve inside you. A small gasp issued from your mouth, and Eddie’s kisses on your neck became deeper, adding the tips of his teeth, nipping softly at your skin. With the biting at your neck, the stimulation on your clit, and Eddie touching that spot inside you, the experience was almost overwhelming, and you turned your face away from Eddie to keep him from seeing the tears in your eyes. 

“No, no, princess,” Eddie said, and his free hand lightly touched your cheek, turning you back to him. “Baby, why’re you crying? Are you okay?” 

You sniffled and nodded. “J-Just feels good,” you stammered. “I-I’m okay.”

“Do we need to stop?” Eddie asked, his face etched in concern. 

“No!” you cried. “Don’t stop, Eddie, please don’t stop.” 

Eddie nodded, satisfied with your answer, and your chest warmed at his sentiments. He was worried about you. You loved that he had noticed that something was wrong and immediately asked after you. It was endearing, and only proved to you how much he liked you. Or, as he had said as he read the letter… “Do you love me, Ed?” you whispered. 

“Of course I do, princess,” Eddie told you, kissing your cheek. “I’m crazy for you, you’re my special girl.”

“Okay,” you whispered. “I just wanted to know.”

“Do you love me?” Eddie asked, and you looked at him to see his eyes wide and owlish, hopeful for a good answer. 

“Yeah,” you told him. “I love you, Eddie, I really do.” 

“Good, I’m glad to hear that,” Eddie laughed, seeming almost nervous, like he hadn’t expected you to say that. “Are you okay if I add another finger? Will that be too much?” 

“Please,” you told him. As good as his finger felt, you wanted more. You needed more, you needed as much as Eddie was willing to give you. “Eddie—”

He added his second finger inside you without much warning, and the stretch made you whimper in pain. It was painful exactly, but it burned, and you writhed under his grip. “I know, baby,” Eddie pouted. “It feels weird, I’m sorry. But it’ll be better soon, it’ll all feel better soon.” 

Slowly, his fingers worked to fuck you, gently sliding in and out of you as his fingertips grazed that spot inside you. All the while, you were still clumsily playing with your clit. It felt good, but you knew that Eddie could make it a hundred times better, and you whispered, “E-Eddie, oh, fuck… Touch me, Eddie, please, please…”

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Eddie asked. “Use your words, princess, where do you want me?” 

“Touch my clit,” you mewled, your back arching in time with him driving his fingers home inside you. You cried out at the pleasure that hit your belly, and you grabbed hard at your bedsheets. “Eddie!” 

“Shh, princess,” Eddie whispered, laughing lightly. “Don’t want your parents hearing you.” His free hand lightly nudged yours away, though, and his skilled fingers started in on your clit, rubbing it better than you ever could. Your pussy throbbed as he started, clenching around his fingers, and Eddie smiled. “Yes, baby, good girl,” he mumbled. “Are you close? Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” 

Your mind felt cooked, not wanting to work or form words coherently, and you could only manage to whisper, “Eddie.”

“I think that’s a yes,” Eddie chuckled. “Come on, baby, just tell me before you cum. You’re such a good girl, I can’t wait to get inside you.” 

The reminder of what was yet to come made your stomach do flips, and you moaned softly as his fingers sped up. With his speed came a new sensation, one that made your thighs and legs shake, and you whimpered out and turned your head to press your mouth to his. Eddie kissed you back instantly, kissing you hard, his tongue snaking into your mouth, and he fucked you on his fingers, the wet sounds of your pussy almost worringly loud. 

A jolt of electricity hit your body, making your toes curl, and you moaned into Eddie’s warm mouth. “Eddie,” you gasped. “You’re gonna make me cum—”

“Do it, baby,” Eddie told you. “Cum, baby, you can do it.”

He only had to fuck you once more, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly and quickly, and you covered your mouth with your hand to stifle your moan as you gushed all over his fingers. He watched you greedily, drinking up the sight of you as you shook and writhed under his touch, and he carefully pulled his fingers from inside you. Your bedroom was lit only by your bedside lamp, but you could still see your cum glistening on his fingers, and you watched as he licked at his fingers, cleaning himself up. “Good girl,” he whispered, his free hand smoothing down your hair. “You did so well, I’m proud of you. Mmm, and you taste so good too.”

“Will you fuck me?” you asked, and Eddie smiled. 

“Not tonight, princess,” he told you, and your eyebrows furrowed as you whined. “Oh, don’t start with that, baby. It’s your first time, and I want it to be special. I wanna take you on a date and do all that cheesy shit before I really take your virginity. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered. “I love you, Ed.”

“I love you too, princess,” Eddie said. “C’mere, I wanna hold you.” 

You squirmed closer to Eddie, and you pulled your panties back on as his arm snaked around your waist. He smelled good, like cheap cologne, and you turned and buried your face in his chest. His hand soothingly rubbed your back, lightly scratching with his dull fingernails, and you licked your lips as a question came to you. “Does Dustin really know about the letters?” you asked, and Eddie smiled.

“I never let him help write them,” Eddie said. “He doesn’t know what they say. I don’t even think he knew that I did it all the time, I think he only knew of the first one.” 

“He’s such a little shit,” you giggled. “I’m gonna kill him.” 

“Not if I do it first,” Eddie said, and he pressed a kiss to your head. 

“Maybe we can kill Dustin together?” you offered, and Eddie laughed, a genuine thing deep in his chest. 

“Whatever you want, princess,” Eddie told you. “I’d do anything for you.” 

wasted time

Remus Lupin x fem!reader. D/s, daddy kink, degradation, choking, fingering, no aftercare

word count: 1.3k

“Remus” you whine, rolling over onto your back on the male’s mattress. Your head hangs over the side of the bed, watching the boy’s hunched over form from upside down. He sighs, keeping his back to you and his eyes on his textbook.

“What do you want?”

“You to fuck me. And ‘s not a want, ‘s a need.” You retort, dramatic pout settled on your lips despite the fact that your boyfriend can’t see your face. You’re feeling a dangerous mix of goofy and horny, which means you’re doubly desperate for the boy’s attention.

“That’s not true, bun, you can wait.” Remus assures, sounding somewhat beaten down. That gives you hope.

“I can’t” you throw your arms up, your hands thudding against the floor. There’s a beat of silence, Remus seemingly having gone back to reading, and you huff. “Pleeeeaaaaasseee-“

“Alright, alright, fine.” Remus mutters when he can stand your high pitched trill no more, setting down his quill and rising to his feet. She’s easy, he thinks to himself. I’ll take care of her with one quick orgasm and be back to work in 10 minutes.

“Thank you, daddy!” You chirp immediately, sitting up and situating yourself comfortably on the bed. You waste no time in spreading your legs and pulling up the fabric of your skirt, exposing the wet patch that stains the crotch of your panties.

“Remmy, did I tell you what James did in potions today?” You ask, suddenly remembering the funny story. Remus shakes his head as he makes his way over to you, situating himself between your legs.

“I don’t think so, baby- bloody hell you’re wet. Really did need me didn’t you?” He mutters, reaching out to hook his fingers in the hem of your panties, tugging the garment downwards. You bend your legs to aid him.

“Mhm. Told you.” You agree, letting out a pleased sigh as he runs his thumb over your slit. “But anyway, we were making pepperup potion, and he was partners with Sirius.” Remus starts circles on your clit, and is a bit surprised when you don’t let out a soft whine at the sensation like you usually do.

“And when the Bicorn horn powder was passed out Pads dared him to snort it.” You’re already giggling as Remus slides two fingers into you, your amusement making the feeling barely register. His jaw is set as he starts fingering you, just the way you like, and you barely react. “And he did! Can you believe how bloody stupid he is? He couldn’t stop sneezing and coughing, and he was mad at Sirius, as if it was his fault.” You’re outright laughing now as you recall James’s class outburst and the choice words he threw at Sirius. Remus sighs

“Very funny, love.” He says flatly, concentrating on your pussy. He tries to get you back into it, feeling little progress in your wetness or the pulsing of your walls. “Doesn’t this feel good, baby?”

Usually the dirty talk would have you whimpering, but you’re distracted by the crinkle in Remus’s nose as he focuses. “D’you like when-“ he’s cut off by your giggle. He sighs, looking at you with a raised brow.

“You scrunch up your nose when you concentrate!” You exclaim brightly, grinning at the male. He sighs again, still fingering you, growing frustrated with your continued distraction. Usually you would’ve already came by now, yet you barely seem aroused.

“Sweetheart-“

“It looks so cute!” You lean up to poke his nose with your forefinger, “boop!” His eyes widen slightly at the action and he blinks, looking adorably dumbfounded for a moment, and you devolve into a fit of giggles.

“Y/n.” His voice hardens, but still it barely registers as you laugh. Part of him is amused by your antics, and he can’t help the slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Regardless, he wants to get this done and over with, so he keeps a bit of that hard edge in his voice. “C’mon, love, y’gotta concentrate-“

“Oh lighten up Remus.” You say as your laughter trails off, rolling your eyes with a smile. Just like that, his amusement fades, his mind instantly reacting to your bratty rebuttal and defiance. He growls, reaching up with the hand not inside you and curling strong fingers around the column of your neck. He’s satisfied when your eyes widen.

“What was that? Hm?” He’s gripping a bit too tightly for you to comfortably answer, letting you know the question was likely rhetorical. “You’re gonna be a fuckin brat now, after I dropped what I was doin’ just to get you off?” He seethes, his tone and irate expression making you whimper. The sound comes out choked thanks to his hand. “Do you really want this, or are you just wasting my fuckin’ time?”

Finally his grip lightens enough for you to sputter out “I’m sorry,” your heart racing at his quick shift into hard dominance. “I want it, daddy, ‘m not wasting your time.”

“Really? Cause it sure seems like you are.” He mutters as he starts pumping the fingers of his other hand, still holding you down to the mattress by your neck. His hard glare turns into a smirk when he feels the new moisture that now pools in your channel, coating his fingertips. “That’s more fuckin’ like it. Daddy just had to get rough with you, huh? That’s what it took to turn you on?”

“N-no, you were mean. Don’t have t’be mean.” You whimper out the feeble argument despite the undeniable surge of arousal that his anger had brought to your lower belly.

“Yeah? I was mean?” He taunts, his crooning voice matching yours to mock you just the way he knows you like. His grin widens when he feels your walls flutter. “Poor baby.” He leans over your body to press a kiss to your cheek before continuing, voice a low, sickly sweet coo.

“The thing is, sweetheart, daddy has work to do. Which means he needs you to be the pathetic little slut you usually are and cum real fast, okay? Can you be a good girl and do that f’me?” He murmurs, nosing along your jawline and leaving soft kisses there.

You nod as much as the hand still around your neck will allow, feeling that coil tightening within you. Remus can feel it too in the tightening of your walls, and he’s thrilled that you’re finally nearing your end.

“Come on, doll, cum for daddy.” He growls, and with that the coil snaps and you let out a whimpery moan as pleasure envelops you. You tremble gently against the bed, your reaction far less intense than the flailing limbs and loud cries of other orgasms, and the whole experience is short and just barely satisfying. But it’s more than enough for Remus.

“Good girl. Nice and easy when your head’s in it.” He murmurs as he pulls his fingers out of you and releases his hold on your neck so you can take in panting breaths unobscured. You watch as he wipes the mess from his fingers onto your inner thigh, replaces your panties over your soaked folds, and flips your skirt back down so it covers you, all with an air of casual impatience, before moving off the bed.

“You’re gonna wanna go to the bathroom soon, doll. Once you can walk steadily.” He instructs, sauntering over to his desk and sitting down. You let out a huff, pouting at the lack of usual coddling.

“Daddy-“

“Don’t even think about it, Y/n.” He cuts you off, turning back to look at you sternly. “I got you off so you’d stop whining, yeah? Just keep yourself occupied, take a nap or something.”

You glower at him, but eventually nod. He turns away from you, picking up his quill. “I’ll give you a real fuck before bed.”

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Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don’t know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze. 

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to. 

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away. 

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May I request smut/breeding kink with Din Djarin? I simply want to have his children😌

Give It To Me, Baby | Din Djarin x F!Reader

Synopsis: Din realizes that his clan is dying out; That his creed is almost no more. You, being a lone traveler, letting Din do anything he wishes - you are up for helping him keep his heritage alive. 

Warnings: SMUT!, Heavy on the Breeding Kink, Feral Din, Language, Unprotected sex, PiV Sex, Mentions of Having Children, Mentions of Not Having a Family, Kind of Sad Din, Daddy Kink, Also Using Daddy as a Name for Grogu, Fucking in the Pale Moonlight (Thank you LDR for that,) Bath Sex, Breast Fondling, Lactation Kink, Nipple Sucking, No Foreplay, Cervix Talks, Din Pounding Your Cervix With Every Inch of His Life, Total OOC Din - I wrote him as a soft boi who just wants a baby and is really obsessed with pregnancy.

Rating: E

Author's Note: Oof yes, having Din's children would be fucking amazing!

Also it is going to be canon that Din gets all shy when you call him Daddy but, secretly it makes him feral. Sorry I don't make the rules!

Word Count: 6k

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Family is something of a foreign concept to those who grew up without one - those who struggle to find where theirs may be. Not everyone has the luxury of being welcomed into a clan without tragedy, without anger and rage; Pure love and happiness. It seems like a far away concept to most, especially those who had that stripped from them. It's a craving, the affection of another giving you that sense of hope and security. In a way it's magical, freeing almost - well, to those who have it. To everyone else it's an endless pit of despair and hurt - a vessel one could not dive into unless they need to know what that loss feels like. 

No one goes through that willingly, no, it's something that happens in the nick of time. One day you're happy and free, with your parents and siblings roaming the world in order to find a better life. The next? They're snuffed out like flames on a rainy night, swallowed and smothered by the Earth. For what, exactly? Why is it deemed okay to snatch ones family up like that in the night? That, is a mystery no one ever bothers to find out - a natural order of how the life cycle runs. It's inevitable that one day, everyone ends up the same way. But to be taken so young? That's a pathetic sense of order.

Maybe that is why you two got along so well - both being cut from the same cloth. You never anticipated that he would know what it is like to lose family - to be an orphan at a young age with nowhere else to go. To not be alone in that instance anymore is rewarding to say the least, not having to worry about those night terrors; Living that day over and over again takes so much out of you - so much grief and anger floods back in the little slice of time. Thankfully you were not the only one to experience those, meaning when he was back on board - he was your saving grace. Taking you out of that feeling of hopelessness and despair. Din made things that much easier to manage, that much easier to comprehend. 

To think, only a few months ago the Mandalorian himself would pick you up from Jakku - sick of running and causing chaos in your wake. All it would take is a humble handful of credits, then boom! No carbonite freezer for you - instead you got the pleasure of riding with the Mandalorian in the cockpit, taking over the seat from which he had newly added. Though the starfighter was not one for company - it was homey after all. Especially since the new upgrades Din had Peli put; The hull underneath was where he stashed bounties, directly behind him there was enough space to lounge. And the kid? Well he was happy in his little hidey-hole. Sure, you were use to elaborate ships but this? The intimacy of being so close? It was worth it.

What surprised you more was when Din gave you his name - his real name. Ever since Grogu came back into his grasp, Din felt himself becoming a bit more domesticated. There was this blackened void resting in his chest when he had to give Grogu up, but, ever since Tatooine - nothing else mattered to him. You had to admit as well, the little gremlin was growing on you too. When you would make a pit stop for supplies, instantly he would climb right into your lap, cuddling up to your chest - looking up at you with those bright eyes. The swell of baby fever never went away anytime Grogu placed his little hands on you, or how he would watch you like you were a goddess to him. 

Being a mom was something you never thought of in full detail, leaving that for you down the line. Now that you're older, and can feel yourself ready to stop the life of running - it was time. Baby fever is a bitch though, constantly overwhelmed with the idea of having a little one running around - being part you and the person you love the most. It sounded so lovely, so beautiful in your mind. The only thing was, your current lifestyle was not cut out for a child. It hurt you to realize but, after all that is life for you; Sacrifice is the main thing that you encounter daily. What you failed to realize though, was that the baby fever was hitting Din just as hard. Anytime he saw you with his child, something feral ignited in his belly.

"We are about seven minutes from landing, then we can rest up for the time being," Din let out through his modulator - sighing out with exhaustion. Over the last few days of travelling through the galaxy, things had gotten tense. Maybe it was due to the lack of sleep, or being so cooped up in the starfighter, or maybe just the annoyance of not getting out to stretch but, the air was so thick. Anytime you would lay a hand on Din's pauldron, or accidentally brush by his back you felt his body growing tense. When you would chat with Grogu through the little bubble he was in, cooing at him and making him coo - all you would hear is the tightening of Din's glove against the pulleys. In a way you thought he was fed up, annoyed with you - but oh boy that was the wrong picture. 

In fact, Din was obsessed with hearing you speak with Grogu. He was infatuated with your touches, lighting his body up like fireworks. Din craved someone being a maternal figure to Grogu, giving him that love to which he did not know; One Din lost sight of as a child. To have a woman as strong as you come around, take them both under your wing like they were always yours, only made the sacred Mandalorian fall deeply in love with you - though the brute would never admit it; Admittance would mean weakness, he could not risk it.

Each tug and pull of the craft made your stomach churn slightly, not use to the roughened landing the starfighter is capable of. With being as skilled a pilot as Din, it made sense that in the end, he landed the craft smoothly without any disruption. Always on instinct you close your eyes, wanting to see the beauty of the planet for the first time when you were on solid ground. This time however, you were given no clues as to where you would end up. Crisp sunlight made its way across your sternum, warming you, glinting off of your irises like it was nothing. Lush greenery made your heart swell, tears forming in the corners of your eyes at the beautiful sight. 

The vibrancy of blue wallowing back and forth of the ocean ahead - you were falling in love with this planet already. Having heard so much about it, a dream destination if you wish, you never expected for Naboo to be this gorgeous. Better yet, you could not believe you were experiencing it with such a man as Din Djarin - first of his name and first of Clan Djarin. Nothing could have been any better than this, really nothing else could. But in fact the silent pilot always had a trick up those beskar sleeves - he would never leave you hanging without an adventure, after all. "I know a woman named Sola Naberrie, she has offered to take care of Grogu while we run this mission." The huskiness of his voice crackling through the modulator was like logs on a fire; So soft, yet passionate about lighting that hardened wood up. It made you melt, but he could not see.

"I understand, is that her now?" You responded with no inflections, trusting Din and his commitment to keeping the child safe. A woman appearing in an almost burgundy cloak stepped forth from the barrage of security guards - keeping her face low and out of the sun. She was gorgeous from what you could see - aging so elegantly and beautiful; Her eyes shone the colors of the sea. Din quickly hopped out of the starfighter as you stayed behind, tapping small rhythmic patterns against the glass to soothe Grogu - wanting to make him feel comfortable. It was working so well, to the point where he let you open the hatch, just so he could climb on your lap. 

"It's okay buddy, it's okay. This nice woman will take great care of you while Daddy and I catch some bad people." The little guy has grown on you so much in the last few weeks, especially where Din officially has him back. After the whole fiasco with the Pyke Syndicate, Din made the promise he would never let Grogu out of his grasp again, unless it is with someone he trusts. Plus, this would only be for a few days, surely that is better than months away from the little gremlin. The hub of the ship came sliding up to the sky, giving you that fresh sea breeze of Naboo - almost lighting up your senses with a singular waft. It was Din's cold pauldron that broke you from your mind, taking the child from you, and coaxing you out with two fingers.

You couldn't help but to obey - Din made it so easy to do so. Grabbing onto Din's free hand, you began to exit the craft - falling behind the Mandalorian and the child, just to keep distance. Sola on the other hand was quite intrigued on how you handled the anxiety of the child, making her smile within herself; You reminded her so much of her lost sister. Din passed Grogu to Sola, watching how her maternal instincts kicked in upon arrival. Instantly Grogu curled up to her bosom, letting his bright eyes gently close, enjoying the sway of her body. "I will have him as long as you need, Djarin. Be safe, and please handle this with caution." With that, Sola and her men began to make their way back to the cargo ship, humming as they boarded with ease. 

The last thing you and Din saw was Grogu's little face gently sleeping against Sola's chest, a single wave as the cargo hold closed, leaving yourself and Din to the elements of Naboo. Now that the ship had left, all you could hear were the porgs - chirping along and singing to one another, the crashing of waves being second to that. This was a paradise within itself, you wanted to stay and bask it in for as long as you possibly could. Din thought so too, hence why he placed a gloved hand against your lower back, slowly guiding you towards the beach.

"Night will be here soon, we should get some rest before tomorrow." Din was never one for confessions, or for letting the infliction of his voice go away - he was stoic, maybe that is why you liked him so much. "We're sleeping on the ship?" It was a question you knew the answer to but, sometimes Din surprised you. Shaking his head and letting a small chuckle slip from his helmet, he used a leather-bound finger to point in the direction of the beach, letting you see the small cabin-like home, out of place amongst the lush greenery. Alas, you two would be alone after all, and not with a child in route. 

"No, not tonight. We will have beds. Come on, we will be safer inside." There was no way to protest this man, or to defy his direction. You slung your bag over your shoulder as Din watched you intently, keeping you in his gleam before the sun could shift to darkness. It got colder all of a sudden, the change making you shiver. Din was right, rest was needed - especially after an almost hour walk downhill.

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By the time the two of you arrived at the cabin, you were pooped. Legs burning from the constant strain of the elements, and trying to keep up with Din - you needed a whole hot soak in the bacta tank. But you could only settle on a hot bath, which was better in a way. What you did not anticipate though was the one bed in the middle of the room. Large enough to seat two but, would that be smart? "Neither one of us will be sleeping on the floor. We will have enough space, are you comfortable with that?" Din asked, letting the blackened T of his visor bore into your eyes. No words could come from your mouth within the moment - all you could do was nod and blink your tired eyes, ready to soak into something warm. 

Dropping your bag down onto the wooden floor, you gently extended your arms with full ease, feeling the cracks and pops of your joints fill the room. Being cooped up on such a small ship was not the best of a situation but, you had to make do - especially if this would be the outcome. "Okay, I am going to take a bath. You are more than welcome to join if you'd like." It never fully registered what you said, a tired haze hanging over your mind like a cloud of blankness. So hard to tried to comprehend your words, especially at Din's reaction of sucking his breath in. You, of all people, took the Mandalorian's breath away.

You kicked your boots off with ease, letting them rest by the front door as you shed your coat - letting than hang over the chair backing. Each layer that came loose revealed more and more of yourself to your travel partner - what you couldn't tell from under that helmet was, Din blushed. His cheeks the shade of a Tatooine sunset - growing hotter each fleck of skin you chose to show him. The control in which Din was trying to have did not work in his favor, betraying him with each grunt and groan of his leather gloves. All Din wanted to do was touch you, bask in the pillowy softness of your flesh and see what it is like to touch someone not afraid of him. 

But Din could not hide the strain in his flight suit upon imagining your body soaking wet, covered in bubbles as you sank deeper into the warmth. His body flush behind yours, letting his hands roam all over your being. He has been trying to remain in control the last few weeks of being on board with him; Now that there is no distraction, he was not giving this up to save his life. Swallowing harshly, Din dropped his utility belt to the ground, letting it lay their flat whilst undoing his shin guards, pauldrons and wrist guards. All the while, you were too busy in a state of pure tiredness and relaxation to hear the commotion - all you could think about was laying in the warm bath.

Getting into the bathroom, instantly your hands flew to let the water heat, filling the porcelain up quickly. Every fiber of your dressing was shed like trash in seconds, begging to be washed and prepped for the day ahead. Cold, night air flowing from the cracked window caused goosebumps to arise - pebbling your nipples through the thin band of your chest covering. It sent an instant chill through your body in retaliation - causing your body to jolt at the feeling. But you did not let it break your senses for more than one reason, needing to remain strong in order to stay away. If you slipped away now, you'd be a cold and cranky mess. With your panties and chest covering now hitting the floor, seated beside your cargo pants and top - now you let the elements take you, completely nude and waiting for the world to change around you. 

It was freeing to be in nothing, no confinements of clothing keeping your actions at bay - it felt so lovely to be free. Right on cue with your naked being, the steam from the water rose quickly - aiding the bubbling in their clusters. Reaching forth you turned the stainless beskar knob off, the aroma of lavender and citrus filling your nostrils. You pulled your foot up to test the water, instantly feeling your muscles loosen. It did not take long for you to sink into the bath, humming out with pure joy.

Involuntarily your eyes closed with ease, making you rest your head against the siding of the porcelain. Just as you felt yourself fully relaxing into the hot water, the sliding door to the bathroom opened, revealing one barely clothed Mandalorian - helmet and all. Tired eyes met his appearance, only causing you to smile softly at the nature of the situation; This night would change it all, the dynamic of your relationship would hit a peak in which you both were ready for, it would all be perfect. "Hi," you gently let out with a content hum, smiling up at your companion with ease. Din nodded in your direction as the lights from the fireflies illuminated the room, some candles already lit cascading over you with a warm glow. You looked ethereal to Din in this moment, a perfect picture of relaxation. How the bubbles crested right above your breast made his heart soft, and his body hard. Nothing, and he means nothing, could ever be so beautiful in his eyes - all expect for you. 

"Hi, mind if I join?" The question sounded skeptical releasing from his mouth, like Din was unsure you really asked him to do so earlier. But the tender smile you gave him spoke measures, letting him know it was okay. You picked your head up from the siding of the tub and push forth, letting your head hunch and slide to make room for your companion. "Please, keep your eyes closed. I am going to blow the candles out, and release the fireflies." Never did a companion of your ask for you to keep your eyes closed - for Din though, you'd do anything.

Obeying his command, you screwed your eyes tight - letting your other senses come into play. The hiss of his helmet releasing made your body quiver, sliding the heavy beskar to the tiled floor. Is this really happening? Were you really about to bathe with Din? Scooting your body forward to make space for him, you let your head rest against your perched arms - humming at the contentment you felt. Shuffling could be heard from your side as Din maneuvered his body, trying to keep the water from flowing over. The first strike you felt was his knee falling against your back, sliding almost comically as you were pushed forward - a small yelp escaping your lips, followed by a small squeak of a giggle. "I'm sorry!" 

Din let out profusely, trying to regain his composure as he slowly sank into the warm abyss of the bath. All you could hear was a moan of relaxation seeping from his mouth, his legs resting around yours in the oversized tub. What came next surprised you more than anything; Din brought his hands forth and placed them against your hips, grounding yourself whilst aiding you back. If there was one thing Din loved more than bounty hunting - it was skin to skin contact. Nothing was more intimate, nothing was more personal; Vulnerable. You could feel the race of his heart against your baren back, bumps arose across your supple skin - finally giving way to the passion locked behind solid beskar.

"How does this feel?" You managed to let out, resting one hand against Din's thigh as the other comes to rest upon his shin, drawing small circles onto the golden skin. Leaning your head back, Din took the perfect moment to rest his head against your temple, keeping his hands stationed over your hips and thighs - not wanting to intrude if you did not feel safe. "Peaceful. I haven't had that since - well, ever." You could hear the slight broken nature of his words, a small quiver releasing as he came to terms that this was okay - that there was no danger upon the two of you. Life was subtle, quiet - in the breeze of Naboo there was no danger lurking around the grassy hillside. For the first time in forever, the two of you were safe. 

Pressing your head against Din's, you let out a shaky breath accompanied by a smile, lacing your fingers against his on your hip. "Good, you need this. We need this." The insinuation on we made Din suck his breath in, body going rigid under yours. From this position you could feel the straining of his half-hard cock pressed against your backside, more-so in tune with his muscular thighs. One hand snaked around to caress the inner portion of your thigh, as the second hand came to rest flush against your lower belly. "Can I speak my mind for a moment?" Din let out, barely above a whisper - but with his forehead directly against you, it was impossible to not hear it.

"Always, Din." There was never a doubt in his mind that you would tell him to stop, to keep it at bay instead of letting it out. You always listened to him, cared for him, made sure he was feeing confident and safe. In this moment he wanted nothing more than to let everything out he has been bottling up these last few days - weeks even. Ever since Din first laid eyes upon you, he knew you would be his. Din knew, you would last. You could sense something was out of sorts by the way his hand ghosted to your side, wrapping the meat of his forearm around your belly, hauling you closer onto his lap. Din needed you, he needed to feel all of you in order to realize, you were real - not some sick part of his imagination. 

He always felt as if things were never good enough for him; When he got too comfortable, something was always ripped out from him. If anything happened to you, or him, he wanted you to know how you made him feel. "Nothing awakens a more paternal feeling in me than seeing how you handle Grogu." Of all things the Mandalorian was capable of speaking, this was what took you out of your own head, and placed you within his. Din was a made man internally, the nature of his words were something straight out of your dreams, making the core between your thighs run molten, and hot. Taking you a bit further was the feeling of his plush lips pressed against the shell of your ear, slipping a ragged breath into you. "Seeing you with my son, something feral wants to come out. Does that scare you?"

Never, is all you could think of, but words escaped you in the moment. Instead of directly responding to Din's words, you instead let out a sultry moan - clamping your teeth down against your lip in hopes to mask it. But alas, with your luck Din heard, and it was enough to make him chuckle - watching you with immense passion. "Look at me, cyar'ika," the Mando'a slid right off of Din's tongue with gentle ease, only causing more of your slick to seep into the waters below. Obeying the command of the Mandalorian, slowly you craned your neck to stare at Din, darkness flowing through the night. Though you could not see him, you could sense him, and that is what mattered most. But you were taken by surprise when Din illuminated the room with his light beacon, sending a glow of fire throughout the spacious room. 

Each speck of the light reflected off of the multicolored bubbles, causing your heart to grow fond, and your stomach to flop with anticipation. As Din brought the beacon up, all you could do was marvel in his beauty. Lush, brown locks mended into curls upon his head looked so plush - you wanted to run your fingers through it. The furrow of his brow, causing faint lines to spring across his skin. A soft radiation of mocha coming from his eyes made your body burn, but not before those rose colored lips parted - delicate pink tongue draped across the chapped skin. "See me for who I am, not what I have done. See me, in my feral state."

You felt as if this was a bit out of character for Din, being so poetic and immersive - rather than stoic and blunt. It was nice to see him in more of a lax state, whether it was due to the bubbles, you, or just being out of the cramped ship. The man covered in beskar steel, was more than he let on; Passionate and fiery with appreciation. You lit something within him that could no longer be contained. Din Djarin, was about to show you what was up. Pressing your forehead's together from your shoulder, Din brought his hand down to gently cup your lower belly once more, rubbing his large, calloused fingers over the soft skin. You couldn't help but to whimper at the sensation, causing Din to gasp lowly. To spur the man behind you on, softly you puffed out your belly, letting your eyes fixate of Din's gorgeous face. It was impossible to not see the glint of possessiveness in his eyes, or to feel how grip growing stronger. He slid the wet hand against your puffed out belly, rolling his hips up to you, chasing the feeling of you. 

"There is nothing more I wish to see than you round with my child, to carry my ad. To help Clan Djarin grow." Each word that came from Din had you reeling, his hands exploring every inch of your wet skin while your body sank into him. You parted your thighs in a haste, wanting to feel Din more than ever before, wanting him to make do on his promise, and give you his seed. "You have my blessing, Din. Let me carry your child - our child. Let us be the parents ours never got to be." That was all it took for Din to lose himself; You sent him over the edge so quickly.

Din wasted no time in propping your hips up with his own, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your sopping folds. The sensation in itself felt like pure bliss, knowing you were ready enough for his member to slip right on in, making home within your cavern. The notch of his thick head against your opening made you shudder, but aiding in the relaxation was Din's mouth on your neck, sending slow, intricate kisses over the skin - making you yearn for this man. It was enough of a distraction that you sunk fully onto his cock, letting a string of whiny moans slip past your lips. 

"Good girl, just feel. Take it in, you're so warm." Din was spurting off babble enough to make your body ignite. The way he stretched out your cunt felt like home; Warm, safe and secure with no imminent threat of danger. From how Din was hugging you from behind, you could tell it was the exact same for him as well. His bare face rested in the slope of your shoulder and neck, peppering soft, sweet kisses to the skin, letting you accommodate the new feeling. Bringing your hands up, you laced them through Din's curls, feeling every inch of his hair as if you were one with it, tugging lightly at the nape. It sent a shock through Din's system at the feeling, aiding in him slowly thrusting - trying to fill the space between the two of you. Two bodies melded into one, connected forever by the base - there would be no going back.

The few elongated thrusts that Din provided you at first felt like fire; Scrubbing your walls with such lovely passion, it felt as if you would die from that alone. The hilt of his cock brushed right against your cervix, sending a wave of a painful pleasure through your orifice. "Shit, Din you - you feel perfect," you moaned with a squeal, digging your nails right into his scalp. Every groan and grunt Din let out of his mouth felt like touching the clouds - euphoric and blissful in this current state. No man has ever hit such deep depths within you, not like Din could. The way he worked your body like a piece of gold was alluring, and sensual. Just Din hearing that he felt perfect, was enough to spur the stallion on. Din took that as a cue to speed up, letting his hips snap a bit quicker into you; He wanted to make love, not just have a simple fuck and dual-parenthood. 

"You are going to be the most gorgeous buir that has ever graced the galaxies. The most beautiful riduur that I have the pleasure of conceiving with." You had to admit, hearing Din speak so clearly in Mando'a to you was like floating above the stars and space, seeing the bright sunshine peering out into darkness. Din was filling that blackened void of despair you had come to find a part of yourself. He was fixing you from the inside out, molding you into everything you wanted to me.

"I cannot wait until these fill with milk to feed our child. So pretty, so big. When they hurt, and our babe is full - I will drink to relieve them." If this was anyone but Din stating this, well he would be on the floor in a pile of his own blood. But to hear Din admit this, to admire you while you were at his mercy, was everything you could have wished for and more. To have him fully, like no one else ever will - was special. This was going to be worth it in so many ways - to give Din the child he has always wanted, but to grow the family by two now. "You will be worshipped everyday. Pregnancy will look gorgeous on you. Pushing my seed deep within you, right up until it officially takes." 

Din knew how to put you on cloud nine easily, and effectively - tossing your high up in the air and trying to catch it blindly. every solid thrust the Mandalorian gave you, sent a shockwave of pleasure rippling through your core. You could hear the sopping wet sounds of your cunt clenching around his thick member, aiding in the aggressive thrusts he had you take. This was a moment, something so magical and enticing, that you never wanted to end. A beautiful dream in fact, one made up of equals parts love, lust and acceptance. Two orphans finding themselves within each others bounds, chasing the feeling of want and need. Destiny lined this moment up perfectly for the two of you - making sure that this would be ever lasting.

Tilting your head back, you rested it flat against Din's shoulder - turning to see the facial hair coming in coarse, yet soft. He pressed his cheek to your temple, taking in the scent of lavender and lust on your skin. This only caused Din to speed his hips up at a jarring rate - driving his thick length deep within your wet cavern that you knew, you weren't going to walk straight for the next few days. With turning your face towards his, finally you knew were enveloped in the most loving, passionate and strong kiss anyone has had the pleasure of placing upon you. A gentle mix of every emotion possible flowed through your system. 

Immense pleasure surging from your cunt as Din thrusted faster, mixed with his loving kiss made you melt right against him. To your own surprise, Din proud his free hand down to rub steadily at your clit - loving how you gyrated against him to meet your mark. It was a given now, neither one of you were going to last long at all - your eyes peaking up from behind dimmed lights. Your ears were on constant alert of hearing Din's sensual moans, his raspy pleasure seeping out. In fact, you almost missed the Mando'a he murmured as he trailed his lips down to your neck, suckling sweetly on your moist skin; "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde." What you did not realize, were those were Mandalorian vows - meaning if you stated them back, you would be Din's wife.

The implication of his words caused your stomach to crest; Burning lust in your lower belly exploded as Din stilled his hips. There was rocked silence, only the gentle waves of the bath tub could be heard as you two reached your peaks. Din placed his slightly chapped lips against your ear, whimpering gently as his voice broke. "That's it, take it." Each and every vowel he let out caused your body to seize over and over; Cumming from this man's own language made you feel so much a part of him, as was his seed lining your walls. Each pump of his cock as he slowly rid out both of your highs, caused your cunt to ache. Each stroke of his cum painting your delicate cunt was unmatched to any pleasure you have felt before. Knowing now, you were going to bear his children. "You're so good," was all you could manage to moan out, before slumping back against Din's sweaty body. His hand retreated from your clit, as his hips finally stilled. Din relaxed under you, letting his cock soften within your cunt. Bated breaths mixed with the gentle hum of the fireflies swarming around the room - creating one of the brightest, yet softest moments you two would always remember. 

There would be no going back now, you were going to carry his child. Din brought a wet hand up to caress your cheek, pushing some of your hair behind your ear, catching his breath with yours. "I am going to promise you this; No one. I mean no one, is going to take you, or our child away from me. And I, will never let anyone take me away from you. We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."

And just like that, you were now the wife of the Mandalorian, his strong riduur who he would never part with.

probably should of specified but i did want headcanons for the eddie + sweet reader! i just cant get over how cute it is and i love your writing

Eddie Munson Dating A Total Sweetheart

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date eddie munson while being hawkins’ resident sweetheart

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

note: i absolutely love this trope !!

Eddie is absolutely attracted to you because of how kind you are !! You’re always ridiculously nice to him and he really doesn’t understand why.

You’re pretty and popular and everyone adores you and Eddie should hate you, but for some reason he has a huge soft spot for you !!

He can just never bring himself to be a jerk to you when you look at him with that gentle look in your eyes and offer to help him study for his biology midterm !!

When you start dating, you’re determined to show Eddie off, insisting that you love him and want everyone to know it !! It secretly means a lot to him.

Nobody understands why you’re together??

Eddie Munson, who is like 6’4 with tattoos and wears a leather jacket and rumor has it he’s a satanist, with someone who would literally give you the clothes off their back if you asked for them !!

Eddie with that one person who always has homework answers, an extra snack if you need it, and of course they can help you study what time is good for you?

It just doesn’t make sense to anybody?? Especially not Eddie.

He’s actually really insecure about it. He knows that you’re too good for him and he thinks he’s ridiculously lucky that you chose him.

He’s so soft for you, oh my god !! Literally you would never have to lift another finger as long as Eddie’s around !! He wants to do everything for you !!

You’re just so sweet and kind and he wants to baby you forever !!

He totally has a corruption kink

He begs you to teach him how to braid !! He loves when you braid his hair and he wants to be able to return the favor.

If anyone ever said even the slightest negative thing to you, he’s ready to fight. Nobody is allowed to ever be mean to you !!

He loves kissing your nose and cheeks !! He adores the way you get flustered and shy !!

You have a tendency to let people walk all over you or take advantage of you and it frustrates him to no end !!

You’re definitely the mom of the Hellfire Club !! They all love you so much (plus you always have snacks for them).

Dustin, in particular, is very protective of you !! If anyone gives you a hard time, Dustin and Eddie are on their ass so fast.

Eddie looks at you with so much adoration in his eyes !! He just can’t believe that Hawkins’ sweetheart wants to be with him, of all people.

“i want to hear you say it” | e.m.

✿ pairing: eddie munson + fem! reader

✿ universe: Stranger Things

✿ word count: 1.5k

✿ summary: eddie hears reader call him a mean name and things get angsty and smutty real quick.

✿ content warnings: unprotected sex, bullying, VERY light degradation kink, breeding kink, mention of drugs

✿ author note: let me know if y’all like this and want more eddie smut! also, requests are open and the link can be found in my bio !! thanks <33

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it was a close call. yesterday, after school, i was sure nobody saw me get in eddie’s van but low and behold, some little freshman with curly hair did and told steve harrington who told robin buckley who told the entire marching band who told jason and his cronies in retaliation from their bullying. it was a disaster. i had my head down and i was unloading things into my bag from my locker. i heard footsteps and suddenly, my locker slammed shut.

“i heard you were hanging out with eddie munson.”

“what? no. of course not. why would you even think that?”

my face was turning red and it boiled as jason said the worst thing he could have possibly said,

“well. here he comes. let’s just ask him?”

i turned around to see him. he looked confused, and slightly annoyed to see jason with me.

“hey, munson. heard you were messing with (y/n) here. is that true?”

he looked at me and saw my eyes pleading for him to lie. this visibly saddened him.

“who? (y/n)? i’ve never even talked to her. is she interested in joining hellfire?”

jason laughed.

“well are you?” he looked at me

in the haze of the decision, i let it slip.

“no. i would never. get away from me, freak.”

i regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth and i had to run away. eddie’s face was stuck— in a weird mix of anger and hurt. jason was laughing and i just ran. i ran into the bathroom stall and cried. i heard vomiting in the stall next to me and i wiped my eyes and left. i saw a stressed out freshman with ginger hair and wondered if everyone was having just as bad a day as i was.

***

the bell rang and i sprinted. i was too late, though— eddie’s van was already speeding down the street.i was sure he was listening to ozzy and i wondered what he looked like at that very moment. i just decided i didn’t care anymore. so i drug my body into my car and drove the familiar, forbidden path to eddie’s trailer. the van was already parked and he was inside when i got there. i knocked on the door and he opened it.

“get away from me, freak.”

he had obviously been crying and it tore my heart apart.

“eddie. please. i didn’t mean it.”

“you said it.”

“eddie just no—“

the door started to shut.

“please let me come in. we need to talk about it.”

“why should i?”

“because i love you.”

“you love me? freak eddie munson? why even would you?”

he retreated into the trailer and i followed him. several things were scattered and broken on the floor and i wondered how badly this must have hurt him. i grabbed his arm and shouted

“please! let me prove it to you!”

he turned around now and something about his disposition had changed. before i knew it, he had me against the wall of his trailer. both of my hands were held above my head with just one of his and his other hand had my jaw forcing me to look at him.

“i want to hear you say it.” he whispered into my ear

“say… what?”

“tell me how much of a freak i am, sweetheart.”

he had his left hand inched up my skirt and he was pulling down my underwear

“y-you’re not.”

with little warning or preparation, he forced two of his fingers inside of me.

“oh, but i am. you know that and you like it, don’t you?”

he started at a ruthless and brutal pace. i began a long, string of moans that would continue until he let up. he kissed me, then. my fears started to dissipate and i knew if i could just give myself to him, he’d know the truth.

“let’s see how loud this freak can make you scream, hmm sweetheart?”

i wasn’t going to last long. his long, thick fingers were covered in rings that were groping my right breast and thrusting in and out of my pussy. his lips were marking little shapes on my neck. the occasional bite of my bottom lip only furthered it. i already felt my first orgasm approaching.

“oh, oh, eddie. i’m-i’m going to—“

“oh sweetheart, you’re going to cum so soon? how pathetic— you can’t even last for me.”

i was cumming within a matter of seconds and he never stopped, if anything he went harder. eventually, he pulled out of me and stuck his fingers in his mouth. he let out a low, groan at the taste.

“mmm. so fucking sweet. go get on my bed, sweetheart.”

he released his grip on my arms that were still above my head and i almost fell over.

“my sweet baby. so fucked out, you can’t even stand up straight. and to think, i haven’t even had my way with you yet.”

he held me and guided me into his bedroom. at this point, it was almost frightening to think about the amount of things i would let him do to me. i felt purely and utterly like i belonged to him. he laid me down on the bed with my face up and back lying on the mattress. he brought my knees up so they were bent and spread them. he situated himself between my thighs and kissed the side of my knees. i felt his kisses trail nearer and nearer to my heat. i began to get goosebumps at the anticipation and he began to gently massage my hips. it was moments like this that reminded me how soft and loving he was. to constrast my thoughts, he jumped straight into sucking my clit. taking breaks only to run his tongue through my folds and gather all the juices. he mumbled against my pussy,

“you’re fucking ecstasy, baby.”

i had my hands in his hair, grinding on his face. he ate me like it was his favorite hobby. the moans started increasing in volume and i could feel his smirk. to add on, he began toying with my clit. once again, i was beginning to collapse.

“that’s it, baby. hawkins high freak can get you like this? what does that make you?”

i was writhing underneath him, about to lose it.

“i asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“yours! it makes me yours!”

i screamed it out, exasperated before cumming on his face. i was panting, hands tangled in his curls and thighs dripping. eddie, on the other hand, came back up to me with the biggest toothiest smile and a glistening chin covered in proof of our exchange. he kissed me and allowed a bit more softness to shine through.

“are you up for one more, sweetie? we can stop if you’re tired.”

“not until you’re 100% satisfied. after all, this was supposed to be me making it up to you.”

and then in an instant, it was gone. his face went hard.

“so take it.”

he pushed inside of me all at once. he was big, in width and length. heat welled up in my eyes and i balled my fists. he, somehow, fucked me harder than he had with his fingers.

“so, so tight.” he would moan

eddie was always a mess when he started fucking me— saying a slew of curses and losing himself in me. as he thrusted, his curls brushed against my face and i leaned up to kiss him. i thought it wouldn’t be possible for me to cum again, but with his body rocking in and out me and his eyes seal shut, i knew i would.

“it’s so hard to last in you, sweetie. you’re so good for me.”

he used his hand to brush the sweat off my forehead and hair out of my face while i was once again, cumming on him.

“eddie. eddie, please cum in me.”

“oh, really, sweetie? want me to cum in you and get you pregnant. then everyone will know why you’ve been getting in my van.”

the thought of this and the sight of my begging sent him over the edge. it took him only three hard and slow thrusts to be cumming himself. he lay on top of me for a moment to collect his breath. he showered my face and the purple marks on my body with kisses before pulling out and crashing next to me on the bed. i lay my head on his chest and felt the warmth of our naked bodies welded together.

“(y/n)… i love you with every fiber of my being and i’d do anything for you. if you dont feel the same way, just tell me. but i want you to know that i will love you forever, and not just til we graduate or until we get ugly and old. it will be always.”

“i’m going to tell everyone, eddie. tell them that i love freak eddie munson with my entire heart and we’re getting married and having babies.”

their girl (s.b x y/n x r.l)

requested: yes! [Could you do a remus dom x reader sub x sirius dom where sirius and remus have an innocence and corruption kink? And like maybe Sirius wants to watch Remus and the reader “play” kinda? Thank u] send in your own request here!

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cw/tw: fem!reader, poly!relationship, innocence!kink, corruption!kink, degradation, voyeurism (?)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: this is my first poly!fic!! also i've never written innocence/corruption kinks so i hope it turned out alright! :) please reblog/follow/like to boost! x

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It's been a chaotic few months for you.

Having gotten into a relationship with not one, but two of the hottest, most popular boys at Hogwarts, you were really thrown into the deep end of the whole relationship.

It wasn't that you'd never been in a relationship before, you'd had sex once. You definitely weren't as experienced as the two of them.

The boys loved seeing you blush – taking turns whispering filthy words into your ears in the Common Room, lingering touches on your thigh, not-so-subtle winks promising more.

But never actually doing more.

It seemed they had made it their personal mission to push you to the edge, and ruin you.

⚔︎.

"What did you say bunny?"

You were sat in between Remus's legs, the boy's lips trailing lazy kisses along your neck, an act that made you shudder. Sirius sat at the end of the bed, leaning against the frame as he twirled his wand in his hand, smirking at the words he can't believe you'd finally uttered.

"You heard me... Don't make me repeat it Siri..."

A tongue darted out to tease your earlobe as Remus' hands began to run up and down your body, drawing circles on your thigh as you blushed.

"Pretty girl wants us to take care of her, hmm?"

You nibbled on your lip as you nodded, almost ashamed at the fact that you'd asked it of your boyfriends.

That you'd asked them to have sex with you.

"Not so innocent are you, little Y/N? Want Remmy and I to fuck you, hmm?"

You let out a little whine as you nodded, Remus's hand having made its way up towards your skirt, tracing dangerously close to your panties.

"Words, bunny. Wanna hear you say it."

The deeper timbre of the boy behind you sent shivers down your spine, his words muttered against your neck.

"I-, I want you to fuck me, please."

A deep chuckle sounded as the boy's fingers brushed against your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness seep through the thin lace.

"So wet for us already baby, and I haven't even done anything."

Sirius moved closer towards the two of you, his wand tossed onto the bedside table and his lips crashing into yours, your hands moving to grab his tie, pulling him closer into you.

"Such a pretty girl Y/N." Sirius murmured against your lips, his hands moving up pull your blouse lightly.

"Can I, baby?"

You nodded, Sirius' fingers making quick work of your school blouse, unbuttoning them and revealing your bra-clad breasts, the pureblood sucking in a deep breath at the sight of them covered in white lace.

"Beautiful."

Your blouse was thrown somewhere to the side, Remus' hands moving away from your bottoms towards your back, unclasping your bra, causing the straps to fall down from your shoulders.

"Oh!"

The sudden movement made you shy, your hands moving to hold the thin fabric to your chest, feeling embarrassed for no reason.

"Don't hide from us love, want to see all of my bunny, yeah?"

Remus's calloused hands came to rub yours, coaxing them away from the defensive motion. His lips returned to your neck, this time moving down to your left shoulder blade as Sirius cupped your jaw, looking into your eyes.

"Has nobody ever seen you naked love?"

You blushed harder as the bra fell from your grasp, your breasts revealed to the cold air in the dorm.

"Um, no, not exactly. You know I've only done this once before..."

Both boys' jaws clenched at the mention of someone else having been inside you before them, but their cocks hardened at the thought of your innocence, ready to be corrupted by the two of them.

"Well, you can't be shy with us bunny. Gonna make you feel good, yeah?"

Remus moved out from behind you, pressing you down gently so you lay against the pillows. Sirius moved up to press kisses on your torso, his hands pulling your skirt and panties down your legs, the movement making you squeal.

"Siri!"

The boys tutted simultaneously at your outcry, the Black boy spreading your legs as he did so, making you blush further.

"My baby's already so wet. Not so innocent are we, hmm? Want Remmy and I to fuck you? Want us to use your pretty little pussy baby?"

The filthy words made your entire body shudder, the red hue your skin began to take on almost looking identical to the crimson sheets you were spread out upon.

Your naked body was now on display, the first time your body had been seen properly by someone else, not hidden half under some boy's blanket and your undone school uniform.

Goosebumps rippled on your skin as you nodded to the boys, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you spread your legs a little further, turning impossibly more red at the bold movement. The boys groaned at your movement, your innocent face and stature wildly contrasted by the action.

"Yes Siri, want you two to fuck me. Want you two to use my pussy please."

Sirius smirked at your words, Remus sitting back down by his boyfriend to give him a deep kiss. As Sirius' tongue slipped into the werewolf's mouth, his hand moved up the brunette's leg to squeeze his cock lightly, breaking away to motion towards you.

"You can have her first Remmy. Wanna watch the two of you play."

⚔︎.

Remus had stripped after you nodded your agreement to Sirius' words, his toned and scarred body revealed to you in its entirety, your eyes trailing up and down his figure as you waited for him to move towards you.

Sirius had sat back in the same spot that he was in previously, leaning against the frame yet again as one leg dangled over the side, with the other laying flat on the mattress, spreading his legs in a way that made his cock strain through the fabric.

Remus knelt between your spread legs in one fell movement, now entirely naked as his hands trailed up your bare legs, the movement making you shiver slightly.

"So gorgeous baby."

One hand left your legs to pull at his erect cock, your eyes darting down to look at his member as you sat up slightly, propping yourself up on your forearms placed on the pillows.

"R-Re?"

Remus's eyes moved to meet your gaze, worry clouding his gaze as he noticed that yours was filled with the same emotion.

"What's wrong puppy?"

You swallowed, wetting your lips as you moved to sit on your legs, your hands resting on your thighs as you shuffled to be closer towards your boyfriend.

"C-can I give you, um, I mean, can I suck you off?"

You barely registered Sirius muttering a low 'fuck' as he heard your words, his hand moving to squeeze his cock lightly through his pants.

You could've sworn you saw Remus's cock grow harder as he stood up onto his knees, looking down at you with a soft smile.

"If you want to baby."

Your hands moved slowly to grip Remus softly, the action making him groan. You squeezed the base of his cock tentatively, uncertain of what to do as you peered up at the boy, eyes questioning what your next move ought to be.

"Re?"

The boy hummed as he looked down at you, an eyebrow hitched upwards as he watched you.

"I've never done this before... Can you tell me what to do?"

You could practically hear Sirius give up on trying to get himself off through his pants, unzipping his jeans to pull them and his underwear down to his mid-thigh and pump himself slowly, admiring you from where he sat.

"Course puppy, y'so good to me. Just open wide f'me first yeah?"

You obediently opened your mouth, staring at Remus as his hand slowly guided your head closer towards his cock. Your lips wrapped around his head as your tongue cushioned the bottom, admiring the boy's musky, cinnamon like smell that you'd become so familiar with.

"So good baby, now try to bob your head slowly? See if you can take as much of me as possible yeah?"

You nodded as much as you could, taking more of the werewolf's cock into you mouth and choking slightly as the head hit the back of your throat, your hand wrapping around the parts your mouth didn't manage to envelop.

"Fuck, so good to me pup."

You hummed slightly at the compliment, Remus' hand in your hair guiding your head up and down his length slowly, gradually hastening his pace.

"Such a pretty little whore for us Y/N."

Sirius's words made you whine around Remus' cock, the vibrations making the boy above you moan and buck his hips, causing you to choke again as he hit the back of your throat.

"She any good Moony? As innocent as she seems? Or is our babygirl better at sucking cock than she lets on."

Remus' head lulled back as he moaned loudly, your tongue swirling and teasing his head experimentally.

"S'a fucking natural Pads."

Your eyes left the sight of the boy above you, darting over to look at the chaser who was lazily pulling at his cock, your hand grabbing at the thin air as you looked at him.

You pulled your mouth off of Remus's cock for a second, the loss of warmth and contact making the boy whine but you ignored him, your one hand still pumping his cock as you turned to Sirius, biting your lip gently.

"Siri, I can help you too..."

Remus moan out, guiding your mouth back onto his cock his cock, his hand pushing your head forward. But your eyes never left Sirius, watching as the boy made his way back over to the two of you, standing on his knees, mirroring his boyfriend's actions. His cock stood proudly and you felt your cunt dampen even more at the sight of it, your hand wrapping tentatively around Sirius as you bobbed your head on Remus's length.

You began pumping your hand up and down Sirius's length at the same rhythm as your mouth on Remus, the boys moaning out in unison as you squeezed both of their bases.

"Such a pretty little slut for us baby."

Remus's free hand moved to caress your face lightly, the words melting from his lips as Sirius pulled the taller boy into himself, moaning into each other's lips as you whined around Remus's cock, your hand tugging harshly on the pureblood's cock.

"Are you jealous baby? Want our attention on you, hmm?"

Sirius grabbed ahold of your hair, pushing you further down onto Remus's length, causing you to choke around him.

"What a fucking needy whore."

⚔︎.

It didn't take long for both boys' cocks to start twitching, Remus holding your head in place as his hips began setting the pace, thrusting into your mouth with stuttered moans leaving his mouth alongside every movement. Sirius's hips began moving as well, craving the friction your hand provided as his orgasm built as well, his cock twitching in your hand

A soft "I'm gonna cum!" was all the warning you received from the taller boy, thick spurts of white hitting the back of your throat, cutting off your oxygen supply for a moment. Seeing his boyfriend in ecstasy seemed to push Sirius over the edge as well, letting out a pornographic moan as he came, coating your tits and hand in his seed.

Remus pulled out gingerly from your mouth, a breathless "Swallow" coming from his mouth, the warm fluid running down your throat as you followed his instructions. The boys watched you as you did, mesmerized in the way you glistened under the dim lighting, perspiration and cum coating your skin.

"So pretty for us bunny, such a good girl."

You smiled innocently, juxtaposing the bead of cum mixed with spit running down your lower lip.

"Wanna feel good now puppy?"

You nodded up at Remus, looking at Sirius for a quick moment who ducked down to press a quick kiss on your forehead, moving back to the position he was sat in earlier.

"Go ahead Rem. Wanna watch."

⚔︎.

Still sat on your knees, Remus pushed you lightly down on to the pillows, your body bouncing slightly on the mattress. Remus quickly followed you down, kissing you lightly – almost innocently – if not for the knee that nudged your legs apart, followed by the hand that trailed to your soaking cunt.

The werewolf's skilled fingers rubbed your lower lips tenderly, making your hands wrap around his neck as he drew out a moan that faded out against his lips, before pushing his forefinger into your tight hole, stretching you out in a way that you hadn't experienced in a long time.

"You're so tight pup, feel so good around my finger."

You mewled against the boy's lips, your hips bucking as he entered a second, curling them slightly. Your breath hitched as his other hand moved down to rub your sensitive nub, Remus's mouth leaving yours to pepper kisses on your neck.

"You like that bunny?"

You nodded fervently at Sirius, your eyes squeezing shut as you moaned out loudly, unable to keep in the sounds of pleasure any longer, forgoing any facade of embarrassment.

"I can tell. Moaning like a little slut for us. Just begging for cock, hmm?"

You could only whine as you felt your orgasm quickly building, the onslaught of attention you were receiving a wild contrast to the pent up sexual frustration you were used to.

"Need to cum Re."

You only received a nip on the neck in response, the brunette sucking a hickey into the unmarked skin, a trace of tonight that will be left for all to see.

"You've got to ask nicely baby, otherwise Moony's not gonna let you."

Whining, your hands moved to pull lightly at Remus's hair, making him pause and look up at you, lips slightly swollen from kissing and biting your skin. Although his mouth was no longer in action, Remus's hands still continued in their ministrations, drawing fast circles on your clit as he pumped three fingers in and out of you, making your eyes draw close for a second before looking back at him.

"Re, please, can I cum please?"

Tears welled in your eyes as the intense need to release grew to be too much to handle, and Remus smiled at the sight, placing a soft kiss on your left collarbone.

"Course pup, such a good girl for asking. Cum f'me."

You cried out in relief, a tear escaping your eyes as they squeezed shut, tightening around Remus's fingers as you let go, waves of pleasure running through your body as your legs shook.

As you came down from your orgasm, Remus pulled his fingers out of you, placing a soft kiss on your right collarbone before moving back up to look into your eyes.

"Suck, love."

His fingers were covered in you, and your mouth dropped open to suck on them lightly, swirling your tongue to clean his fingers properly.

"D'you think you can keep going puppy?"

The tall boy's eyes were clouded with concern as he looked down at you, relieved as you nodded, your legs spreading shyly as they shook slightly in a bout of post-orgasmic bliss.

"Want you inside me Re."

Your words were but a whisper, yet it still caught the attention of both boys, the werewolf's eyes darkening at your words.

"Anything you want, my love."

⚔︎.

Remus lifted your legs, gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer towards him, before pumping himself slightly. He drew the tip of his cock up and down your soaked lips, making you moan at the feeling on your sensitive cunt.

He pushed the tip into you slowly, your walls stretching around him, the tightness making both of you moan out in unison. You held onto Remus's shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin as he pushed into you further, a soft cry of pain escaping you as he bottomed out.

"You okay puppy?"

Your eyes squeezed shut as you bit your lip harshly, your walls pulsing around him as you tried to get used to his size, the boy groaning in pleasure at how good you felt around him.

"You're so fucking tight love."

Your eyes fluttered open for a second, your head lulling to the side to see Sirius tugging on his cock, teasing the tip with his thumb as he watched the two of you. His shirt had come off at some point, and you admired his quidditch-toned body for a moment before looking back up at Remus.

"Look so pretty with Rem's cock inside you bunny, feel good?"

You whined, shaking your head as you shifted your hips under the boy.

"Hurts, Remmy's too big."

Remus pressed a kiss to your lips softly, bracing himself as he fought the need to move his hips, waiting for you get used to his size.

"Hurts, bunny? Poor baby, hmm?"

Sirius mocked you through pouted lips, his hand slowly pumping his shaft as he watched you, his eyes narrowed in mock concern.

"You're the one that was begging for his cock just now, weren't you?"

Whining, you tried to deny it but the pain slowly turned to pleasure, and your whines turned into a slight moan, biting down on your lip as you dug your nails into Remus's shoulders further, grinding your hips up into the boy's.

"Can I move now love?"

You nodded fervently, legs wrapping around the boy's hips as he pulled out of you slowly, his hands pulling your waist to lift you higher before pushing back into you. His hips began thrusting in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace with every movement.

With every thrust, the pleasure seemed the grow, your face twisting in pleasure and your moans growing louder. Remus seemed to be encouraged by the lewd sounds you made, thrusting quicker and quicker, so much so that your body jolted with each movement.

“You feel so good pup, fuck, so good f’me.”

Your eyes fluttered open to look at Remus for a second, admiring the way his handsome face was focused and scrunched up in ecstasy. He shifted your hips higher, and in that moment you felt him hit something inside you that made you let out a soft scream, the contact sending sparks of pleasure up your body.

“Re! Fuck, please do that again. Please.”

Remus slammed his hips back into yours, hitting that pleasurable spot again and again, causing you to let out scream after scream of pleasure. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Sirius’s hand moving at the same pace as Remus, his other hand fondling his balls as his cock leaked dribbles of cum.

“Feel good puppy?”

You nodded, unable to produce words with the feelings of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Can’t speak Y/N? Have you been fucked dumb, bunny?”

You couldn’t deny Sirius’s words as you let out a sharp cry, the stimulation Remus gave you hitting an apex as he dropped his hand to rub your clit, his fingers drawing figure eights on the sensitive nub.

“Just our pretty little cockslut, yeah Y/N? Begging and screaming for our cocks.”

Your moans only grew louder at Sirius’s filthy words, your second orgasm of the day bubbling inside you quickly.

“Like that? Like being our little cockslut? What are you Y/N?”

Sirius’s moans interrupted his words, his own orgasm building alongside yours and Remus’s, his hand growing sloppy in its pumps as he watched the two of you, fighting to keep his eyes open in ecstasy.

“I’m yours, your pretty little cockslut.”

Your walls began tightening around Remus, making the boy moan out as his hips stuttered, almost unable to keep moving at the euphoric feeling.

“Fuck, bunny, can I cum inside you?”

You nodded your assent, hands moving from the boy’s shoulders up to his neck, pulling him closer down towards you as you both moaned simultaneously, reaching your climaxes in unison. Your lips met as both of you moaned out, your hips gyrating in pleasure as you rode out your orgasm.

Faintly, you registered Sirius cumming alongside the two of you, his low moan and muttered explicits leading to him painting his abs with a thin white coating.

Slowly, Remus pulled himself out of your tender body, your legs shaking as he did. He collapsed beside you.

Sirius got up slowly, stepping fully out of his pants that had clung to his mid-thigh during this entire predicament. He stood above you, holding your chin tenderly to admire you in your post-orgasmic state.

Your eyes were dilated, chest heaving as you tried to regain your composure. He tilted your head up, smirking slightly at the marks Remus had left on your neck, and his cum drying on your chest.

His thumb swiped your bottom lip, a motion almost featherlight, before pushing it into your mouth softly, your tongue immediately encircling the appendage.

“Our pretty girl.”

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