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Going through asks currently

And more NSFW alphabet's will be on the way

Currently for Stranger Things

Nancy

Robin

Argyle

Eddie

Steve

Jonathan

Keeping them gender-neutral except for Robin which is WLW

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Eddie Munson’s rough side is intoxicating—raw, deep, and utterly consuming. When he pulls out the handcuffs, your pulse races, but his warm, steady gaze never wavers. He’s in control, but always so attentive, his voice low and husky as he whispers soft check-ins between every heated touch. His hands grip you firmly, the slight bruises blooming beneath his touch only fueling the fire between you.

When he wraps his fingers gently around your throat, it’s both thrilling and tender—he reads every shiver, every breath, making sure you’re safe even as he pushes boundaries. His kisses are fierce but caring, pressing into your skin like a promise that you’re his, completely and utterly.

The way he moves inside you is slow and deliberate, deep and demanding, but never losing the sweetness that defines him. Between the gasps and moans, he trails kisses along your jaw, down your neck, leaving marks of possession that make your head spin. Every moment is a wild, beautiful balance of rough passion and gentle devotion, a dance only Eddie could lead so perfectly.

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Masterlist

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oh man! oh boy!! …his fangs and hands 🫦

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When you ask Eddie for something rougher the second time, it catches him completely off guard. He never expected it—you, his sweet, beautiful, innocent partner—wanting to take things in a darker, more intense direction. For a moment, he just stares, a mix of surprise and something softer swirling in his eyes.

But then, with all the care he’s known for, Eddie nods gently. He’s willing to do anything for you. He takes his time, easing into it slowly, making sure you’re ready every step of the way. His hands stay steady and patient, his voice low and reassuring as he guides you through the new intensity. Even when it gets rougher, it’s still wrapped in that same deep love—his way of showing how much he trusts you and cherishes every moment you share.

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Masterlist

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Your first time with Eddie Munson is everything you hoped for and more — tender, patient, and wrapped in pure care. He’s so gentle, moving slowly, always watching you closely, reading every look and every breath. His hands are soft as they brush over your skin, his lips pressing delicate kisses that feel like promises. Every step, he pauses to ask, to check, to make sure you’re comfortable and truly okay with everything.

Eddie knows you’re not fragile, but he wants to show you just how deeply he loves you — in every touch, every whispered word. When he finally enters you, he takes his time, easing in with a slow, reverent care that makes your heart race and your nerves melt. His fingers trail up to cup your face as he shushes your worries away, then presses gentle kisses along your neck, murmuring praises and encouragement like a soft melody meant just for you. With Eddie, it’s never rushed — it’s a beautiful, intimate dance where your pleasure and comfort come first, always.

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Masterlist

[lunareclipse-writes]

There's nothing more relaxing than enjoying a day outside with some extra sweet tea and a homemade spicy chicken sandwich while brainstorming fanfic ideas ☀😎

(100% in the shade tho, it's pushing 105 rn)

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Check out my Masterlist if you like

Call Of Duty

Remmick(From Sinner's 2025)

Scream

Creepypasta

Monsters

Slashers

Predator/Yautja

Alien/Xenomorph

The Walking Dead

Stranger Things

Hogwarts legacy

Supernatural

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Readers I write for:

Male

Female

Nonbinary

Gender-neutral

Trans

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I write Smut, Fluff, Angst, Blurbs, SFW/NSFW Alphabet, One-shots

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Requests are open 👍

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My Anons so far:

🐧🐙❤️‍🔥

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Request is above ↑

Thank you for the suggestion 🐧Anon

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Title: You Never Left

Pairing: Toby Rogers x Male Reader

Rating: Explicit

Words: ~4,260

Warnings: Rough sex, emotional desperation, possessiveness, biting, overstimulation, oral (receiving), breeding kink, marking, praise/degradation mix, implied self-harm scars, implied PTSD, choking (consensual), crying during sex, aftercare, cabin-in-the-woods isolation, hurt/comfort.

Note: Toby and Y/N have a deeply complicated history. Neither of them is whole. But together, they pretend they're not falling apart.

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The rain hadn’t stopped in hours.

It pounded against the roof of the old cabin like fists, like ghosts, like memories. You sat in the creaky wooden chair by the fire, wrapped in a worn-out flannel, your jeans still wet at the cuffs from the walk back from the nearby lake. You couldn’t sleep. Not with your mind racing. Not with the quiet pressing too hard on your chest.

You’d told yourself you left to survive. That he wouldn’t care. That Toby was too far gone into whatever world Slenderman had wired him into.

But the dreams had followed you. And the guilt.

Your fingers twitched at your sides. The scars on your wrists itched, like they knew something you didn’t.

Then the door slammed open.

Boots. Breathing. Dripping wet. That voice.

“You fucking left me.”

You froze. A heartbeat passed. Another.

“Toby—”

He was in front of you before you could stand. His hoodie clung to his frame like a second skin, his chest heaving as his mask hung lopsided around his neck. His curls stuck to his forehead in soaked strands, and his eyes—those wild, frayed-at-the-edges eyes—locked on you with something between fury and heartbreak.

“You just disappeared. Like I was nothing.”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” you said quietly.

He let out a raw, bitter laugh. “I kill for less than that, Y/N.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

He grabbed you by the front of the flannel, dragging you up to your feet, and shoved you against the fireplace mantle with a thud. You gasped but didn’t resist. His mouth was on yours before you could take another breath.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was punishment.

His tongue pushed past your lips with a growl, teeth scraping your lower lip until he tasted blood. His hands yanked the flannel open, sending buttons scattering to the floor. His gloves were gone—bare hands now, calloused fingers gripping your waist, your jaw, your hair.

“You left,” he murmured against your mouth. “But your scent never did. I could still smell you. On my sheets. On my fucking skin.”

He turned you and shoved you chest-first against the mantle. His hand pressed hard between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place while his other yanked your jeans down. You were already half-hard from the adrenaline, the tension, the need that always came with Toby.

You heard the slick sound of him spitting into his hand.

“You're gonna take me like you did before,” he whispered against your neck, “and you’re gonna fucking say thank you.”

And then he shoved in.

The stretch made your knees buckle. He didn’t prep you—barely gave you warning. Just one hard, messy thrust, and he was buried inside you. You bit your own arm to keep from screaming, fingers gripping the mantle so tight your knuckles turned white.

“God—fuck, you’re still tight,” Toby growled, rutting into you without pause. “Like you were made for me. You are, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, unable to speak.

He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back to kiss your neck—biting, licking, tasting. His hips slapped into your ass with brutal rhythm, cock hitting so deep you saw stars.

“Tell me,” he ordered. “Say it. Say you were made for me.”

“I—I was,” you gasped. “Fuck, Toby—I was, I am—”

“That’s right,” he snarled. “Only I get to fuck you like this. No one else. No one touches you.”

His hand slipped under you, wrapping around your aching cock, jerking you in rhythm with his thrusts. You could barely think, barely breathe—overwhelmed by sensation, by the way he filled you, by the way he needed you like air.

“Please,” you choked. “I—I'm gonna—Toby—”

“You’re gonna cum?” he mocked. “Already? Weak little thing.”

But his voice softened just slightly.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Make a mess.”

And you did—hot, sudden, explosive. You cried out, shaking, the orgasm ripping through you as Toby fucked you through it. You slumped forward, spent and trembling—but he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He pulled out and spun you around. Lifted you like you weighed nothing and shoved you onto the ragged couch near the fire. Your legs were spread before you could blink, and he was on his knees, throwing your thighs over his shoulders.

“I missed your fucking taste,” he muttered.

And then his mouth was on your hole—licking, sloppily fucking you with his tongue, spreading your cheeks with bruising force. You clawed the couch cushions, overstimulated and still leaking cum, your legs twitching as he moaned against you.

When he slid two fingers in alongside his tongue, you cried out again—legs shaking.

“T-Toby—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, standing and lining himself up again. “You fucking will.”

He plunged back into you in one savage thrust, and this time, his fingers wrapped around your throat. Not enough to hurt—just enough to control.

“You owe me,” he whispered against your jaw, thrusting into you harder, faster. “You owe me this. For leaving.”

“I’m sorry—fuck—I’m so sorry—”

He kissed you again. This time, it was different. Still rough, still desperate, but there was something broken behind it. Something soft.

“I thought about dying,” he said quietly, in the space between thrusts. “When you were gone. Just walking into the woods and not coming back.”

Your eyes stung.

“Toby…”

“I hated you. But I needed you more.”

He sped up, frantic now, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. His breath came in sharp, desperate gasps as he chased his own release. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him down, kissed his scarred cheek.

“Please cum inside me,” you whispered.

That broke him.

He let out a guttural moan and slammed into you with three final, brutal thrusts. Then you felt it—hot, thick, pulse after pulse. He collapsed on top of you, chest heaving, face buried in your neck.

Neither of you moved for a long time.

Rain still tapped on the roof. The fire crackled. Your bodies were slick with sweat and cum and tears, tangled together in the dark.

“…You’re shaking,” you whispered, brushing his hair back from his face.

“I can’t stop,” he murmured. “I thought I was too fucked up to miss someone.”

You kissed his forehead. “You’re not too fucked up for me.”

He closed his eyes.

For once, the ticking stopped.

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AFTERCARE

You helped him clean up—warm towels, shaky hands, silent touches. You sat him on the couch and crawled into his lap, letting him hold you like you were the last thing tethering him to the earth.

Toby didn’t speak for a while. Just held you. Traced your skin with his fingers. Pressed his lips to your scars like he wanted to kiss the pain out of them.

“Are you staying?” he asked, voice raw.

You nodded. “If you’ll let me.”

“I should hate you,” he said. “But I never could.”

You curled tighter against him. “You never left me. Not really.”

And when the storm finally passed, you were still there. Wrapped in him. Wrapped in forgiveness.

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Masterlist

Hi! I saw you said you were working on a Jeff the killer x Reader and so I was wondering if you could do one for Toby Rogers (Ticci Toby)

If you could I'd like to request a smutty emotionally charged desperate MLM fic that's dark and raw and full of tension?

Maybe with an undercurrent of need and emotional vulnerability.

Also could I be 🐧Anon?

Hello 🐧Anon!

You're my first ask so ty starlight! 🌌

Toby is one of my favorites tbh, he's so cute in that 'looks like cinnamon roll but could kill you' way.

I'll add that to my masterlist so I remember to work on it and what to do with it!

Here's an idea I've had so far just from reading your request:

Pairing: Toby Rogers x Male Reader

Smut, rough sex, emotional desperation, biting, overstimulation, angst undertones, comfort in the chaos, switch dynamics, cabin-in-the-woods setting, implied PTSD, light blood kink, unspoken feelings, M/M, lube but messy, dominant/possessive Toby, praise/degradation mix.

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Eddie Munson taking you to one of his D&D matches is like stepping into his world—and he’s absolutely thrilled to have you there. As the Dungeon Master, he’s in his element, but with you watching, he cranks up the charm just a bit more. He’s eager to show off his beautiful partner, and you can see it in the proud sparkle in his eyes every time he glances your way.

He puts on an extra show for you—narrating with flair, throwing in witty jokes, and making sure the whole table knows how lucky he is. You laugh at his over-the-top storytelling and little antics, the way he gets so animated, and the passion he pours into every roll of the dice. Between rounds, he sneaks you a grin or a wink, making sure you know you’re the real star of the night. With Eddie, even a game night becomes something unforgettable—because you’re there, and that’s all he needs to make it perfect.

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Eddie Munson on a simple, sweet date is pure magic in the quiet moments. Maybe you’re walking along a worn path, the sunlight filtering through the trees, or sitting by a calm creek or lakeside, the water gently lapping nearby. You find wildflowers growing along the edge, and with a shy smile, you pick a few to weave into Eddie’s messy hair. He laughs—light, genuine, and full of warmth—and leans in to press soft kisses to your cheek, your temple, your lips.

You both grin at the little things: the way the breeze feels, the sound of birds, the way your fingers naturally entwine. It’s not about fancy plans or big gestures—it’s about the quiet joy of just being together, lost in each other’s presence. Every laugh, every shared smile, every gentle touch is a quiet reminder that you’re deeply, madly in love. And in those moments, nothing else matters.

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Eddie Munson is the kind of guy who’s effortlessly sweet and endlessly caring. He’s the one making you laugh until your stomach hurts with his goofy jokes and silly antics. When you’re chilling together, maybe getting high and just vibing, he’ll take your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world — and it is, because with him, everything feels easy and right.

At night, Eddie wraps you up close, fingers threading through your hair, his hand resting gently on your waist. He kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheeks — soft, tender little touches that say more than words ever could. When he finally brushes his lips against yours, it’s gentle, patient, like he’s savoring every second. He’s a true gentleman, always waiting for you to lead when it comes to going further, never rushing, never pushing.

And when you think he couldn’t get any sweeter, he pulls out his guitar and plays just for you — songs that sound like they were made to be your soundtrack. He even offers to teach you, sharing his world with you in the most intimate way. Maybe, just maybe, he slips one of his rings or a guitar pick into your hand, a small token that means the world, a promise wrapped up in something simple but unforgettable.

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It ended up even longer

Y'all ain't gonna believe me

The Ominis Gaunt x Gender-neutral, house-neutralY/N slowburn

Is at 10k words rn

Already

And it's meant to be around 16-17k in total

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I've had 2 hours of sleep 😮‍💨

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Masterlist

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Breaking it up into 5 chapters 👍

Y'all ain't gonna believe me

The Ominis Gaunt x Gender-neutral, house-neutralY/N slowburn

Is at 10k words rn

Already

And it's meant to be around 16-17k in total

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I've had 2 hours of sleep 😮‍💨

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Masterlist

[lunareclipse-writes]

I have 6 asks already!

Ty ty ty 💙

I'll look at them and add some things to my 'currently working on' on my Masterlist

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Y'all ain't gonna believe me

The Ominis Gaunt x Gender-neutral, house-neutralY/N slowburn

Is at 10k words rn

Already

And it's meant to be around 16-17k in total

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I've had 2 hours of sleep 😮‍💨

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Masterlist

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Damn scratch what I said about 10pm - 3am

My insomnia and adhd riddled mind decided I'm tired rn

So if anything comes out it will and if not then it will be out tmrw

I'll let y'all know 👍

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Almost forgot about Simon 'Ghost' Riley

My bad y'all

I'm also working on a 10k word fic with Dom!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Bratty!Sarcastic!Gender-neutral reader

It will be enemies to lovers with arguing, hatred, angst

It will lead into fluff and smut

It will be rough and desperate, including praise and degrading

The reader goes submissive and drooly during

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Finally finished posting what I had planned today, if anything else comes out it will probably be between now and 3am.

Currently working on a 16k word Ominis Gaunt fanfic

A 10k word Jeff The Killer fanfic

A 4k+ word Toby Rogers (Ticci Toby) fanfic

And my other works on my Masterlist that say they're being worked on.