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KNIGHT!STEVEEEEEE

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Summer is coming and I’m thinking summer eddie thoughts… is this anything? Should I keep going?

camp counselor!reader x dishwasher!eddie munson

It all started innocently enough. Eddie was working another shift at the shitty summer camp that he’s worked at every summer since senior year (the first time). Now, he’s been graduated for almost a decade but he’s still here. Scrubbing greasy pans while keeping his head down, in the back of the kitchen, usually working alone. He can blast Black Sabbath and do all the dishes from each meal period in an hour or two. If he has time, he takes a dip in the lake while the kids do crafts or go tell scary stories around the campfire.

The summer of ‘94 was starting the same as every other summer. Eddie finished the breakfast shift in record time so he steps out back to have a cigarette. Ripping the stupid black net off his head, reaching in his back pocket for his lighter. He inhales the smoke and early morning air. The summer isn’t fully brutal yet but the air is thick with humidity. Fluffy clouds, sun rays and chickadees fill the air. The distant sound of laughter and screams. Eddie sighs. This is the last summer. He thinks to himself. I’m getting my shit together and next summer corroded coffin will be touring the states. At least the ones surrounding Indiana.

A tennis ball rolls out past the wall where Eddie’s leaning and stops in front of his feet. He bends down and picks it up, about to throw it into the forest as hard as he can out of frustration.

“I think it rolled over here, I’ll go look!” Eddie hears a sweet voice say just before you round the corner and almost bump into him.

“Oh! Pardon me…” you apologize sweetly as your eyes fall from Eddie’s to the tennis ball in his palm. “Jenny has a strong arm for an eight year old.” you say with a soft, polite chuckle.

Eddie’s eyes give you a once over as smoke drifts up and out of his full lips. Your black uniform shorts certainly fit you differently than every other counselor’s. The way a sliver of your tummy peeks out from under your bright blue COUNSELOR tshirt.

Eddie nods and tilts his hand, rolling the ball into your palm. He reads the name written on the upper right of your shirt in sharpie. A little heart dotting the i. “Y/N… you new here?”

You nod, the shiny strands of your hair bouncing softly. “I’m one of the new counselors. Nice to meet you!” You say with a perfect smile. Eddie would be nauseated by your chipper attitude if he wasn’t already imagining what you looked like naked.

He scoffs and drops his cigarette, snuffing it out. Your eyebrows furrow. “Well… thanks for the ball…” you say as you begin to turn to walk away.

Eddie clears his throat. “Hey” he calls out. You turn back. “Yeah?”

“Welcome to Camp Hawkins.” He says before disappearing back into the dining hall.

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「 PART ONE 」

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 MUSICIAN/BAND MASTERLIST 」 | 「 IV MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — iv can’t get you out of his head, he decides to pay you another visit.

「 WARNINGS 」 — mentions of sexual fantasies , 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ],

「 TAGS 」 — [ stalking ], [ mentions of fake relationship ]

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 2.2k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x iv

「 GENRE 」 — mini series

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iv’s sleep was restless. he tossed and turned, thoughts about his pretty bunny locked inside the gilded cage that was her convenience store. still blurred with visions of her taking his fat cock, fucking her deep over the counter as customers pass by without a second glance as she begged and screamed in pleasure, her pretty pussy drooling with her sweetness, creaming around his githy shaft.

in a breathless panic, cock swollen, strained against his boxers. iii was still asleep thankfully, god only knows the torment iv would face if iii were to have caught him, rock hard beside him. the moon is still present in the sky, sunlight just upon the horizon. streaks of silver bleeding through the curtains as iii softly snored in the bed beside his own. iv knows he could not stay in this hotel room any longer, he’d go insane, especially without seeing the face of his sweet little bunny.

a walk should clear his head…

iv got up, having to palm his dick down enough to shuffle into his jeans. he throws on the same hoodie he’d been wearing previously. he grabs his mask, slipping in on quickly before sneaking out.

the air was warm, wafting over the skin exposed through the balaclava, crinkling his nose at the sensation. the air held the scent of rain wet grass, all dewy and moist, blades of green still bubbled with thick droplets, bursting underfoot as he trod through the path. the morning silent, eerie, the morning birds had barely begun their song nor was the sun up to greet them. it gives iv time to think, not that he wanted to, his mind holds torturous thoughts, ones that he did not wish to make public, not even at this hour.

he wondered if you’d be awake, surely not..hopefully not…though he did recall you mentioned how early your hours were. how you’d sometimes go twenty for hours or more without sleep just to keep the store afloat. his stone heart seemed to crack at the thought of you slaving away. despite how delicate you fingers looked to him, they were worn, fingertips marred with calloused skin, knuckles decorated with small paper cuts. a frown crossed his features, a scowl perminent underneath the cotton balaclava.

something so fragile should not have to work so strenuously. iv could help with that, make sure those dainty fingers would never have to lift anything again, not even a speck of dust. he dosent not know how he’ll make it happen as of yet…but it will happen

iv retraced his steps, following the path marked out in his mind from the previous night, taking. in sights familiar to him. the broken street lamp that flickered with a warm yellow hue- almost too yellow as it battles to stay in contrast with the morning sunrise. the alley shrouded in ferns and ivy, thriving with nothing but the aid of minimal sunlight and the piss of stray cats that would wander in and out. the stench made iv’s nose crinkle in disgust as imhe briskly sped past the alleyway.

he made his way back to the convenience store, standing across the street from it, simply gazing in. the sign still read closed, a drunk slumped against the brick wall, mumbling incoherencies even iv could hear from his position. iv didn’t dare get any further, for the moment at least, the two of you already left on an awkward note the last time. he saw you in the window, your semi sleepy figure just peeking out through the blinds, a small yawn escaped your lips, a sight not sexual in the slightly but iv’s brain was hardwired different, he couldn't help think it was you opening your pretty little mouth to accept his fat cock. he mentally stored that image for a later date.

he camped out across the road from the convenience store, eyeing drunks and other patron walk in and out, he’d been out there for a good hour at this point, as the sun still hid behind the horizon he wouldn’t dare tear his gaze from you. despite the awkward numbness running down his legs, his thighs aching, muscles spasming and cramping in desperate need for relaxation, shuffling awkwardly for foot to foot. he wishes that there had been a small coffee shop or even a park bench that would offer him some respite, where he could still keep his eyes on you.

the doorbell chimes, he could hear it from his position, a small burst of excitement amongst a sean of silence. he glances to the door, eyes furrowed in a squint as a young man walks in, late twenties, hair dark and cropped, a muddy chestnut brown buzz cut , an uneven one at that, one that looks as if it was in that hideous between growing-out phase. his build was toned, lean to the untrained eye, yet beneath the hoodie and overcoat hid some serious strength beneath. he could easily overpower iv if he so desires. iv continued to watch the man, he santered inside with an unabashed confidence, or cockiness on the eyes of iv. suspicion rang through the guitarist's mind, this man, something was off about him. he wasn’t the normal drunkard or junkie that frequented your store. no , he was far too coherent to be one. iv suspicions grew the moment he saw the man interact with you, even without sound or mouth reading, the interaction was clearly flirtatious, at the very least on his part anyway

a boyfriend? she never mentioned a boyfriend…

now why would you even need to mention that to him. you owe iv no explanation about your dating life. you were a complete stranger and the question would be invasive…not as invasive as other question’s he wanted to ask but nevermind.

iv took into account your mannerisms. you stopped your actions, shocked? no, you were far too calm. he crosses the street not minding the cars that zoomed and zipped past him, cursing him through cracked windows, blaring their horns and obscenities at him. he peers through the convenience store window, shrouded by low hanging ivy, out of sight. he noticed the subtle furrow in your brow, eyes crinkled in irritation, hesitant hands wrapped around the edge of the counter, iv hopes you have a silent alarm implemented. he could now hear the conversation unfold, albeit muffled through the walls.

“i thought i told you not to bother me when i’m working” your tone seems playful yet guarded, like your speaking out of formalily not out of genuineness. “what are you doing here?”

“just came to see my favourite girl is all” the man’s voice lilted with a hint of sardonicism masked as authenticity. it made iv’s stomach coil in a wretched way, he peeks over the window seal, seeing now how close the strange man was to you, bodies only separated by the countertop yet he seemed to tower over you. you roll your eyes in response, an attempt to defuse the situation before it escalated, silence would be your benefactor in response to your sharp tongue.

“why are you really here?” you question after a moment, throwing the rag you’d been dusting the countertop with onto it, eyes fiery tring to assert dominance after he so rudely invaded your space.

“well… i was thinking we could y’know…” iv’s ears perked up at it. “continue what we started from last week”

you scowl. “my answer remains the same, no”

you push past him to check the inventory list hanging beside the window i’v was hiding behind, he quickly ducks to avoid being seen, eyes furrowed in a mixture of worry and a sort of fondness that you were able to stand your ground, although he’d be more than happy to step in if need be.

“c’mon sweetheart, i see the way you look at me”

“are you touched in the head or something? i’m not into you”

he saw the unarmed man’s hand reach for yours and he could not sit around and watch any longer. if any man were to touch you it should be iv, no one else, and for this man to even think he had the privilege to touch you, by the gods it made iv’s blood boil. with a clenched jaw and fist iv pushed off of the wall, entering the convenice store, the door slapping against the wall with a thunderous knock, the bell chime being cut off due to the force, despite his anger, iv kept his cool, for the moment at least, staring daggers at the man, whose eyes widen upon iv’s sudden intrusion.

“babe you ready to go? we’re late” iv spoke up clearing his throat, he shot you a small inconspicuous glance, one silently asking if you were alright. he notices your features soften with with relief.

“uh..yeah…just let me grab my jacket” you smile, an oh what a sweet smile it was, all toothy and cute, even if it was an act.

“you got a boyfriend?” the man mutters in an accusatory tone

“i don’t gotta tell shit to you” you shove past him having grabbed your jacket from the storage closet.

“cmon, i only got the parking spot for half an hour” iv urges, only to hurry you out of the situation.

“okay i’m coming” you reply, following iv out the door, he takes you hand and leads you into the alleyway around the corner, noticing the man soon wandered out aimlessly, iv pulled you close to his chest, peering around the corner to see if the man had left. his heart thrums and pulses in his chest rapidly, oh god, his touching you, the proximity would have had him rock hard if it were for the adrenaline coursing though him. his fingers held your waist, one hand around it the other around yours shoulders, you breath fanned against his clothed cheek with the faintest hint of peppermint, he inhaled, tasting it on his tongue. he kept this position for a while, feeling the warmth radiating from you cheeks, you were just as flustered as him. the man finally was out of sight.

“thanks…” you mutter pulling away from him awkwardly. “i’ll just go around the block then go back in”

“no-“ iv reponds a bit too hastily. “i don’t wanna risk anything incase he come back”

iv clears his throat, trying to clear some of the awkwardness that build around the both of you.

“let me walk you home, i…” he pauses for a moment. “i wanna make sure you’re safe…as a precaution y’know..?”

“i still gotta work-“

“no, you look exhausted.”

he gulps thickly thanking god that arousal was not coursing through him at this present moment, you eyelids fluttered aimlessly for a second, still reeling from the closeness from previously.

“i…uh…” you contemplated for a moment, catching the glimmer of worry in his eyes. iv was still a stranger in your eyes, yet it was a safer option then letting you walk home alone especially with that guy still possibly lurking around

“okay..” a sigh left iv’s lips in relief. you slowly began walking back to your apartment, iv lingering close behind with a slow stroll his eyes never leaving you, worried that if he were to rip his gaze from you, even for a second, you’d vanish. this was his chance, he’s got you all alone, tricking through silent alleyways and small wooded laneways. he could take you right here if he so wanted, pin you up against the wall or push you face down into the dirt, running your jeans off and pounding your sweet pussy until you’re begging to cum, his cock throbbed at the thought, ached with primal need and desire

no, he couldn’t do that to you…he’s not that kind of person, at least that what he likes to convince himself. he shoves those thoughts back into the dark recesses of his mind, clearing his throat.

“who was that guy anyway?” iv breaks the silence, now walking along side you. he noticed your apprehension, how you eyes staid locked on your shoes as the subtly kicked up dirt with each step.

“just a guy who can’t take no for an answer” your response was vague but enough to give him a grasp on your situation.

“you didn’t have to do that by the way”

“do what?” iv quirked an eyebrow up beneath his mask

“pretend to be my boyfriend”

iv’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realised his wording from before.

“ah..right…sorry about that. guess it was a spur of the moment kind of thing” iv cleared his throat again.

“right…”

the two of you continued walking in an awkward silence, iv’s boots scuffed against the gravel, the crunch under his feet deafening.

“i’m just up here” you mention to the house on the corner, shrouded in ivy and various foliage, despite the density, it was neat, far neater than any other house on the street.

he examined the house for a second subconsciously looking for any vantage points that would benefit him later, a small gateway leading to a back guarded, the lock eroded and rusted hanging loose off the hinge. the gate slightly ajar.

“thanks again” your voice brought him out of his trance

“don’t mention it” he noticed the soft flutter of your eyelids, the gentle tug of your bottom lip in your teeth in contemplation, he stared for a moment, loving the look of it before you spoke again.

“did you wanna come in?”

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gator tillman makes a desperate phone call to the pretty girl who's been blowing up his cell and ends up getting a surprise when her sister answers on the other line instead. 1.9k words.

tw: sexual content 18+ minors dni, gator tillman's embarrassing inner monologue, reader has tits and a vagina, phone sex, (actually very mean) insults, dirty talk, degradation kink, m masturbation. no description of reader, though it's implied she's not gator's typical type.

overnight patrols. easily the most mundane shifts to be put on, and currently gator's punishment for whatever idiotic shit he did to piss his dad off this time.

under the cover of darkness, hidden out in his cruiser, under a tree well out of the way of his fathers latest operation (as he was warned to be), gator almost chokes on the cool ranch dorito he ungracefully shoved in his mouth before opening his snapchat.

nara vincent's perky tits stare back at him from the dimly lit blue light of his phone screen. she's cute, a little dumb, and eager to please, but holy shit she's bangin'. her cherry chapstick-laden lips curl up into a coy, barely seen smile behind her cleavage she's kindly squished together under the push of her forearms. her nipples peaked like she'd been playing with them, and fuck.

gator's head spins, mind racing at a million miles a goddamn second as he thinks about nara running the pads of her fingers over her sensitive nipples, playing with herself for him. over him, even. it'd been a while, she'd not come over for a week on account of his dad scaring her off with his presence the last time, and gator would take any crumb he could get.

the palm of his hand comes down to rub at the semi he's fast sporting in his baggy camo pants, pressing just right on the shaft in a pathetic attempt to tame it. if anything, the touch of his hand makes it worse, hips rolling up into his palm like some sort of pathetic virgin, and he groans tightly at the feeling. head thumping back against the seat, neck bared under the moonlight.

he'd been warned before by the squad, told to stop taking girls into the cruiser, stop doing shit he shouldn't on duty. but he's weak, so fucking weak, and he wants to hear this girl gasp pretty and talk him through fucking his fist, just to take the edge off until he can snake his hands under her pretty pink dress again.

it's not against the rules, right? not if nobody's gonna find out.

he's calling her number before he can even think twice about it, his cock taking over from his brain and doing the walking.

his phone is wedged between his cheek and shoulder, smushed under the tight grip as he grapples quickly with his pants. strong thighs lifting from the warm leather of the cruisers' seat, helping ease the way to shove the offending fabric down his legs, below the knee.

it's maybe premature. she might not even answer. but he justifies himself with silent affirmation - that he's a young, red blooded american man. so he gets hard and desperate quick, who his age didn't?

his cock hangs heavy against his hairy thigh under it's own weight, flushed red at the tip and threatening to leak. gator can't even look as the phone continues to ring, can't bare to put a hand on himself until he hears nara's voice on the line.

"tillman." your dulcet tone filters through his speakers, and gator finds himself not completely losing his chub.

which. either means his brain is broken or he really is that desperate to get off.

"nara there?"

"she's in the shower, gator. i'll make sure not to tell her you called."

shower. fuck, she's in the shower. his cock throbs, jerking against his leg eagerly. images of soapy tits, rivulets of water clinging to plains of soft, smooth skin, have gator gripping the base of his cock tightly. the half-mast quickly, and pathetically, springing to full attention.

his frustration gets the better of him as he roughly fists the base of his dick, eyes rolling into the back of his head from fighting the urge to spit into his palm and rub one out, "jealousy's showing, hon. not her fault your phone isn't ringin' on a friday night."

your breathy, witchy cackle catches him off guard, sounding delightfully vulgar and, dare he say, sexy?

he needed to hang up the fucking phone. he was clearly having an aneurysm, because no way in hell were you his kind of sexy.

absolutely not.

yet-

"tillman, if all the men in this town are like you then i'm glad my phone is silent."

gator's previous barely-there thought goes out the window.

"wha's that supposed to mean? what am i like?" gator huffs, shoulders squaring a little. cock still comically squeezed tight in the fist of his hand.

you huff an unamused sigh, the eye roll almost audible over the staticky line, "you're a corrupt pig, for a start."

gator feels his lip turn up in a snarl, tries in vain to ignore the way his cock throbs at the nonchalant insult, "now wait just a minute-"

"am i wrong? i don't think i am." your tone changes, almost like you're amused by the shotgun reaction you received from that jibe, "not to mention you're easy. dumb as a bag of fucking rocks, too."

the prickles of heat that shoot up gator's spine at the jabs throw him off-kilter, his brain going offline completely.

dumb as a bag of fucking rocks ping-pongs in his head as he silently curls in on himself to spit directly over the head of his dick. his hooded eyes watching the way he works his hand over himself, getting him nice and wet.

"keep goin', since you think you know everythin'," gator's voice is breathy, completely giving him away even as he tries so hard to keep his tone neutral. he shudders, back arching off the leather seat as he finally, fucking finally, starts tugging himself off.

it's a new low, and he'll admit it once it's over and he's covered in his own cum.

"i know more than you, that's for fucking sure." you deadpan, and he pictures you picking lazily at your nails in boredom, legs crossed as you swing in the chair nara has at her desk, probably wearing those torn-up fishnets you always have on, with that short leather skirt your ass usually almost hangs out of and oh fuck-

gator presses his thumb into the glans at the head of his dick, skull thumping back against the headrest as he gives in to his thoughts of you, how you'd look bouncing on him and taking control, jesus fucking christ, he couldn't even respond to you, mouth running completely fucking dry.

"you dirty little perv, are you jacking off right now?" you gasp in mock offence, "you're disgusting, you know that? a real piece of work."

gator's body runs hot at your words, eyes squeezing shut as he works his palm over his leaking tip, using it to lube up his shaft and ease the way further, "disgusting, i'm disgusting."

he's agreeing before he can even stop it, letting his mouth run away from him as he gives into the pleasure of his own hand. he's soaked, fingers coated with a mix of his own fluids, hand stripping his cock painfully tight.

he can fucking hear how obscene it sounds in the cocoon of the cruiser, there's no way you can't hear it down the line, lewd and vile and oh god, this was really doing it for him.

"holy fuck." your words come out in a gasp, incredulous and still obnoxiously self-assured, "you like that, tillman? being told what you really are? a little creep who jacks off to his girlfriends sister?"

"not my girlfriend." he whines, pathetic and labored, "m'a fucking creep, your voice is sexy, ngh."

you laugh again, louder this time, "you're sick, y'know that? a sick little freak."

"hang up the phone then," his words have zero bite, breathy with how worked up he is, "hang up on me. leave me hangin'. it's- 's fine, we can, fuck, forget about it."

"where's the fun in that?" the nonchalance in your voice is infuriatingly sexy, the amused lilt driving gator crazy, "tell me freak, is it just my voice or are you thinkin' about me too?"

he is. he's thinking about you. nara is everything you aren't, proper and sweet, almost innocent. you're self-assured and confident, vulgar and unashamed. where you're black, she's white. where she's fire, you're ice. yet he's thinking about tearing your fishnets apart at the cunt, sinking into your tight heat instead of hers, and that's a fucking revelation.

you're a sin, everything his daddy hates. everything he himself hates, even. and it makes you all the more desirable, a fire lit in gator's gut as he sloppily tugs at his cock, thinking about how it'd feel to push into you bare.

how it would feel to wreck you and shut you the fuck up. make those words die in your throat as he railed you within an inch of your life.

"silence says it all, gator. that just makes this all the more sad." your voice comes across pouty, like you feel sorry for him, "how does it feel? dreaming about a pussy you'll never get to touch?"

"i'll get it, that's a promise," gator whines, hips punching up into his fist on a particularly nice upstroke, chasing for more, "i always get what i w-want."

"not this time," you coo, "you can picture and dream about it all you want, though. think about me sinking my fingers into my tight pussy, opening myself up for some other guy's big cock."

he- he cannot think about that. think about you stretching yourself out, all glistening wet and dripping down your palm and inner wrist, writhing and moaning, because fuck he's gonna cum and it's gonna be embarrassing.

"it'll be me. i'll fuckin' rearrange your guts 'n ruin you," the slick, constant pass of gator's hand over his cock begins to stutter, mind racing with thoughts of you, you, you.

"i'll tell you what, lets play pretend," the smile in your voice is apparent at this point, evil and cunning, "oh my god, gator! fuck, right there, right there, y'r so fucking big i can't take it! harder, harder!"

it's. it's meant to be a fucking joke but hearing your high pitched, wanton moaning does it for gator, has his gut running hot as he cants his hips up and cums in thick ropes all over his fist, painting his skin with his own spend.

your gasp sounds real this time, even in his ringing ears as you take in the guttural moans he emits when he wrings himself dry to the sound of your voice.

"christ, tillman," your voice is spacey, the dry click of your throat apparent, "jesus. hate to admit it but that was pretty fucking hot."

"yeah?" he sounds like his vocal cords have been shredded by a damn cheese grater.

"yeah, i- oh fuck," you're cut off abruptly and the line goes completely dead.

gator's brows furrow, etches of confusion on his face when the silence takes over and he's left in the aftermath of what just happened, a mess all over his hand and thighs.

he's in the middle of cleaning up with an embarrassing amount of burger king napkins when his phone flashes, your name pinging up on the screen next to the stupid snapchat ghost.

gator feels an immense sense of accomplishment when not even three days later he's got you on your belly in the back seats, ass and legs out the open door of the cruiser as he fucks you senseless, gets to coax those desperate moans out of you for real like he promised he would.

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