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Hold Onto The Dream(Pink x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, angst, drug mentions, withdrawal, sort of AU to the film, vaginal fingering, oral sex(fem receiving) word count: 3k pairings: Pink Floyd/Floyd Pinkerton/Rockstar x Fem!Reader summary: after the Trial and destruction of his wall, he opens the door to find someone else waiting just outside the wall. and then he finds out what flying really feels like a/n: This isn't Eddie Munson related and I know I haven't posted anything on here in forever, but I didn't think this fit in on my anime blog. Hope you enjoy it! I had fun writing it.

In another hotel room. Not much different from the rest. He sits on the chair in front of the TV, this one not thrown out of a window either. He hardly remembers what happened after his last mental breakdown, but he does know how he got here. With his itchy eyebrows and fading smile, he knows how he got here.

They had found him in that bathroom stall. It had been the security guard. The one who let that gang of groupies backstage in the first place. He found Pink lying on the ground. Pink, who was barely responsive at the time, was going through a rough time withdrawing from all the drugs in his system.

After a short stint in a hospital and with his vitals all back to mostly normal, they sent him to stay in another hotel room. Only until they could clear it up. They would fix everything. They’d make sure he was still able to perform, so that he could get them their “hard-earned” pay.

His eyebrows were growing back. What a stupid thing for him to do. Why did he even shave them off? They were so itchy, itchy, itchy…

Between drags of his cigarette(the only drug they’d allow him to keep doing) and changing the channel on the television, Pink often reached up to scratch the healing wounds and growing hair of his eyebrows. It hurt at first, but soon turned into a pretty dull ache. It wasn’t really anything to pay too much attention to, but more of a distraction from the papers that lay on the desk.

‘Sign them, Pink. I know it’s painful, but she doesn’t want to stay,’ said his manager. ‘Sign them and we’ll make sure she doesn’t get too much of your estate and fortune.’

It was easy for all of them to say this. It had been easy for them to just get him to sign the papers, but it was so painful for him to even think about it. Years of a marriage, gone down the drain. How would he even cope without seeing her? Even if she had been unfaithful(which he didn’t blame her one bit for, no…not anymore), it still stung to know she was the one to serve him the divorce papers.

He thinks back to the start of their relationship. It felt just so natural and so wonderful to be with her. He never experienced butterflies in his tummy before, but she gave him that. His wife had been the one to give him the ultimate experience…that is until he fucked it all up.

Through his wild days as this young rockstar, Pink had been quite loyal to her. The guys in the band used to make fun of him for calling her every night when he was on tour. The guys in the band used to tease him whenever he refused to sleep with a groupie. Eventually, things turned sour for him and his wife. The spark was gone, and he turned inward and she found no solace within him.

Except…there had been that one time with the groupie. But that was after he found out she was being unfaithful. He knew it was going to happen, and only because he knew he had fucked up. The way she had this absent look on her face most days. She hid things from him. She cried at night when she thought he was asleep. Pink fucked up everything by becoming this emotionless shell and throwing love away.

Now that Pink was well and truly alone, it became such a punch in the gut to think back on all of this. Pink was definitely going through all the emotions too, just thinking about everything that’s happened. 

The rallies in the streets…had they even been real? The first meet up with the neo-Nazis. Had any of that actually been real? He was told no, but it felt so real. It felt like he had actually become the figurehead of the fascists he so hated. All of it had been some sort of hallucination his mind made up to cope with the trauma in his life.

He lights up another cigarette, changing the channel on the television. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to get sober. It sure was odd to be here, alive and still kicking. Would death have been a better option? Would complete annihilation of self be the best place for him? Pink had tried so hard to get rid of himself, but it had turned very ugly.

The worst parts of himself festered into what he believed to be a dictator. The darkest parts of himself were the things he hated so much. How could anyone love such a broken man? A pathetic little ragdoll, tossed around and played for a fool. Only a thing to make someone more money.

Just then, a knock at the door. He curses to himself, ashing out the smoke and letting it simmer in the ashtray. Pink knows that if he doesn’t answer the door right away, they’ll come breaking down the door. They won’t take his silence for an answer at all.

So he gets up, dusting himself off. He scratches his eyebrows once more before undoing the door chain and opening the door. His eyes widen when he sees you. It has been years since he’s seen you. And here you are, jumping into his arms and hugging him tightly.

“Oh Pinkie,” you say in your soft voice. “I came to see you as soon as I heard about what happened.”

What had happened? Where did you even get this information from? How did you know about what happened? It’s been years since he last laid eyes on you. Not since after his wedding to his wife. You had been that faithful friend who came to be a witness. Did that break your heart to see your best friend Pinkie get married to someone else?

He’s bewildered in seeing you right here. In the flesh. Your sweet smile pulls him out of his own thoughts. You’re actually here with him and it really warms his heart.

“I know it’s been a long time, but I…I have been keeping tabs on you.” You admit, a blush on your face.

“Y-you have?” He asks, almost not believing this.

“Heh, yeah if you can believe it, but I’m a big fan of your music. I’ve been trying to stay in touch but it’s not easy when you’ve become such a big rockstar.”

This causes him to blush a little. He didn’t realize that there were other people out there trying to get in…trying to tear down his wall. You were here, and you had been trying to get to him.

He invites you in, as this is the proper thing to do. You sit in one of the chairs and him in the other. He offers you some tea, which you agree to. So that means you’re going to stay a little longer than just a few minutes. Something about this makes him incredibly happy.

Pink goes to the tiny kitchenette and begins boiling water for the tea. You watch as his movements seem so stiff. He must be under a tremendous amount of stress. You wanted to keep him company. Luckily for you, his manager thought this would be a very good distraction for him.

You managed to run into the man in the hotel lobby. He recognized you from an old photograph Pink had in his wallet. When you told him who you were, the manager sent you right up to Pink’s room. If you two rekindle the possible flame you had, maybe Pink will be more willing to cooperate.

Two mugs of tea sit on the coffee table. You let yours cool off before taking a sip. It tastes like home, like comfort. You notice the way Pink keeps looking at you, almost as if he’s deciding for himself if you’re real or just another illusion. When you reach out to touch him for the first time, he nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Tense…” you whisper. “You’re so tense, Pinkie.”

He doesn’t recoil. Instead, something within him makes him lean into your touch. He smiles for an instant, but then he’s hiding behind the perfectly done up mask he’s had for a long time.

“Nobody’s called me that in ages,” he chuckles.

“No, I suppose not. Not since our school days.”

The room is filled with short sounds of coughing, sips of tea and the sounds of him contemplating just what the hell was he going to do now that you are here with him. Finally, he looks at you and he frowns.

“I’m not that same kid.”

You place your hand on his arm. “I know that. I’m not that same kid either.”

There’s an understanding tone from your voice. There’s the sound of someone who’s gone through a lot as well. Your eyes are tender as you look at him. Pink finds himself unable to look away. He sighs and lights up another cigarette.

“She’s divorcing me,” he finally says. “Not like I blame her, I was a shit husband.”

You rub his arm softly. “That’s gotta be rough, Pinkie. I can’t imagine having to go through that.”

He shudders as he takes a drag. You hold your hand out and he passes you the cigarette, taking a long drag. You then pass it back, smiling sadly.

“I can’t say I know what it feels like, but let’s just say I was left at the altar.”

Pink frowns. “That’s…that’s fucking terrible.”

You laugh sarcastically. Then you recount the day of your almost wedding. It was a few years ago, but it still hurt you so much. He comes closer and presses his hand on your knee.

“We’re just a couple of lovebirds who can’t find their way home, huh?”

You nod. “Sounds about right.”

Though it’s all sudden and it’s fast and it’s the first time you two see each other in years, the kiss you share is sweet. It feels so good to finally allow yourself the chance to kiss the man you’ve wanted to kiss for so long.

His lips are chapped on your soft ones. He smiles as he pulls you closer, holding you onto his lap. You run your fingers through his hair, which is also growing back. You wondered what made him want to shave his eyebrows and to cut his hair. You remembered seeing him in concert and his hair was fluffy and he had quite the scruff to him. You wouldn’t mind if he decided to grow his hair back out.

“Thank you,” he whispers against your lips. He’s desperate to keep you here. 

It feels right as he continues to kiss you. His lips, hungry for you, find their way down your chin and onto the column of your throat. He gently presses even more kisses on your neck, making you moan just for him.

“You sound beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”

You push his hair back and look into his eyes. Your look is nothing short of sweet and loving. He doesn’t remember the last time anyone looked at him like this. It felt so good to finally have someone’s attention and that he felt like he could give it back.

You end up on your back on his bed, your clothes being pulled off by someone who so desired you. His lips are back on your neck, kissing and nipping so softly. He doesn’t want to hurt you. God, he’d be so angry at himself if he got too rough with you.

When you begin to help him out of his clothes, he feels like it’s almost an out of body experience for him. He can’t recall the last time he made love to his wife. He didn’t even sleep with that groupie. So for his own sanity, Pink is pretending that this is his first time having sex.

And without really having anything to go off of, he’s very sweet with his explorations. His kisses trail down to your chest, his hands cupping your breasts together. You let out such a sweet sigh when he begins to suck on your nipples, leaving you blissed out. Saliva dribbles down your chest as Pink continues his trail of sloppy kisses.

It’s when he begins to lap at you that you begin to cry. You’ve wanted this ever since you were a teenager. You would have never admitted that to him back then, but now…oh now you were begging for him not to stop. Pink smiles to himself, licking you like you are the nectar of the gods.

“I’m…baby, I’m so close.”

His cock is hard and leaking. He’s leaving a trail of precum on the sheets, but he doesn’t care. Pink only cares about making you feel so good. When you come undone on his tongue, he watches you with fire in his eyes. Your back arches and your eyes roll back. The sound of your voice mewling his name is what causes his cock to throb.

And he doesn’t pull away just yet, instead opting to slide one of his fingers into your wet little pussy. He grunts against your clit, feasting on you like you’re the greatest meal he’s ever had. He opens you up with his fingers, bringing you to another heavenly climax.

You beg for him, asking him to just finally fill you up. Pulling his fingers from you, he brings them to his lips and licks them clean. You taste so good. He could get easily addicted to just the scent and taste of you.

Pink then settles between your legs and he leans in to kiss you. You’re breathless, wanton and needy. It’s such a beautiful look on your face. It’s perfect for this pseudo first time. He pretends that you are the one to take his supposed virginity.

His eyes lock with yours as he slowly pushes into you. The heat of your silky walls envelops him and he’s overwhelmed. A stray tear rolls down his cheek, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He just slides all the way inside of you, burying his face in the curve of your neck. 

This feels like comfort to him. It feels like true love. And when you wrap your arms and legs around him, he shudders. Pink begins to rock his hips a little, testing the waters. He wants to make sure this feels good for you too. Eventually, he pulls away to check on you.

The beautiful blissed out look on your face says it all. Oh, you look so beautiful. This is what sex should be like. This is what it means to make love. Pink grunts as he picks up his pace even more, slamming into you. It’s still passionate, it’s still loving…but it’s needy.

“I needed you,” he whispers before kissing you hungrily. “I still need you.”

You moan his name. “Pink, I need you too.”

Your hands come up to cradle his face. The kisses you share are nothing short of sloppy and passionate. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring and rubbing with yours. He feels like he could never get enough of this sweet love.

Through hooded eyes, you watch as he licks his fingers and then brings them down to rub your clit in fast little circles. With your face contorting in pleasure, Pink is finding it so hard to hold on. But he has to feel you coming undone. He needs to prove to you, to himself, to everyone…he can provide pleasure. He can be good for something.

“I’m cumming,” you whine.

A dazed grin breaks out on his face and he moans your name. The coil snaps and your walls begin to pulse around him, bringing him even closer to his own orgasm. He needs to make sure…just one more thing to take care of.

“I’m close,” he’s panting. “Where should I…”

“Inside,” you wrap your legs around him once more. “Please, I need to feel you.”

His hips stutter and he almost loses it completely. A few more thrusts and the pleasure burns within him. It’s so much different than any other time. In fact, this is the first time. It’s truly the first time.

Is this what flying is supposed to be like? He wonders to himself as his brain barely comprehends the pure, euphoric pleasure he’s feeling. He doesn’t even notice he’s crying until you begin to wipe away his tears and you kiss him.

His balls draw up and he’s shooting thick, hot ropes of his seed deep inside of you. Gasps of pleasure and sobs of need rip through him. He’s shuddering and shaking. He’s floating, flying…he’s finally feeling true bliss for the first time ever.

And with your soft, calm, loving touch you bring him right back down to earth. Nestled in this warm bed with you, it’s the most perfect feeling in the world. It’s a mess between you two and his seed is leaking out of you.

Pink then slumps against you, and you begin to rub his back. You press soft kisses to his forehead, cooing to him gently. He looks up at you with tears in his eyes.

“You feel like home,” he whispers. “Please…don’t go.”

You smile sweetly. “I’m not going anywhere, my love.”

He believes you. He doesn’t know why he does, but you feel like you could be the answer. The two of you are hurting together, and yet…you two could fly together. You could feel the air on your skin as you float in that sky together. He’s got a reason to want to fly now, a place to fly to. Wherever you are, he’ll fly to you. 

You are his dream come true. The one he neglected. And at the end of the destruction of his wall, you were there to welcome him with open arms.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I always have.”

“I feel the same.”

With another kiss, the two of you fall into a blissful state. The crumbling ends of the wall are swept away.

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I know I've been gone for a long time. Been writing on my other blog! But I wanna write some Eddie stuff

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Smut Prompts

“Shh! There’s people in the other room”

“I won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing”

“There’s so many things i wanna do to you “

“Take off your clothes”

“I’m going to ruin you”

“You look good with my hands around your throat”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off!”

“I want to kiss you everywhere”

“You look beautiful. But I’m afraid you’d look more gorgeous with that dress off you”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now”

“I want you so bad…”

“I can’t help but have naughty thoughts when you look like that”

“You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?”

“I’ll fuck you until you’re too tired to even speak”

“One more cheesy pick up line and I’m gonna bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”

“You can scream if you want”

“I love it when you moan my name”

“I’ve never want to fuck you more than i do now”

“I’m afraid i can no longer remain professional”

“Are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop”

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you”

“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself”

“If we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

“I’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name”

“You won’t be getting any sleep tonight”

“You look so good, can’t wait to absolutely ruin you”

“I love hearing your voice”

“I want to look at your face”

“I want to mark you all over”

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes!

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do you write fluff? just asking as i might have a request

Yes I do write fluff!! My apologies for not getting to this sooner. Please send in your request if you feel comfortable 🥰🥰

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Imagine how flirty Eddie must be when he gets a little tipsy. Those big brown eyes get even softer whenever he sees you. That little grin on his face is a bit sloppier.

Oh and the filthy things he'll whisper into your ear. "Such a pretty girl you are, ya know that? You look so pretty when you're sitting on my dick." You blush at his words,.trying to order another drink at the bar. He presses against you; to everyone else, a sweet boyfriend shielding his girlfriend. To you, you know better. He is grinding his hardened cock against your plump ass.

"Baby, the minute I get you home, I'll be having you on your hands and knees just screamin' my name, ya got it?"

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More Eddie fics to come! Sorry I've been busy writing for my other blog 😅😅

Any ideas for what you'd like to see? Valentine's day Eddie??.

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I just bought the Flight of Icarus novel today and I literally only read the first chapter and I'm almost in tears. Oh Eddie...you deserve the absolute world.

I just want to kiss away all his fears and his heartbreak.

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I Guess It's Different Cause You Love Him(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of possible abuse, alcohol use, reader gets drunk, Eddie is weak for her word count: 1.4k pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie hates your boyfriend. He does his best to be on his best behavior because he is your best friend, but Eddie knows you could do so much better than this fool. Still, he’ll bite his tongue and pretend to be supportive of this relationship. It just hurts when he watches the person he loves the most get shit all over.

Day after day, he sees the real you begin to disappear. The shine and glow of you fades as your boyfriend takes over more and more aspects of your life. Eddie wants to say something, but he’s so damn scared to lose you. He’s scared that if he tells you that this guy is bad for you that it’ll end up backfiring on you and you’ll only think that Eddie is jealous of your boyfriend.

And it hurts him so much to watch you begin to fade away. Your normally sunny smile is only half-assed these days. You were someone who would try decently well in school and in work, but now it would seem you’re doing so poorly. You even stopped coming to the Hellfire club meets, which ends up worrying everyone.

But you always try to pass it off as nothing. Eddie knows that you’ll barely open up to it because this asshole has got you convinced you’re happy. He sees how your boyfriend acts around you, especially when he thinks nobody else is around. Eddie sees the tired look in your eyes along with the heavy bags that begin to form under them. He sees the way you flinch whenever someone raises their voice just a little too loud.

This all culminates one night when someone at school begins passing around the rumor that your boyfriend has been cheating on you. At first you try not to believe it, but the more you hear it from people who give you sad and pitiful looks, it becomes obvious that this isn’t just a rumor. You’ve been played and you’re so embarrassed. You don’t even know who to turn to because you’ve just alienated yourself with the help of that asshole. You’re way too afraid to turn to Eddie, the man who you trust in the most. You’ve been hurting him the most, you realize as all of this comes crashing down.

The bar near your home allows you inside even if you aren’t quite of age. You know the patrons and the bartenders. They can tell you’re not doing well. So the bartender pours you a drink, which soon turns into two…then three…then four.

By the time you’re five drinks in, you’re more than tipsy. You’re absolutely drunk. You’re dancing to whatever song they’ve got playing on the jukebox, but it isn’t healing your heart. It won’t heal your heart ever. There’s not much that ever could. You find yourself sitting on a stool at the bar, your head in your hands as you try to steady yourself.

“You got someone to come pick you up, dear?” The bartender asks.

You’re about to say no, but then you remember Eddie. You nod your head and the bartender gives you money for the payphone in the corner of the bar. You sway as you walk over there, and you lean against the wall to steady yourself. The phone feels heavy in your hands, but you press it to your ear and you put the coin in the slot. It surprises yourself to be able to remember Eddie’s number while you’re in this state. After a few rings, you feel like crying because someone answers.

“Munson residence, Eddie speaking,” Eddie says on the other end, a mocking tone to his voice.

You half-sob, “Eddie can you…can you come pick me up?”

Immediately he’s freezing on the spot, worried about what’s going on with you. He had heard those rumors today too but he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. He had wanted you to come to him for comfort.

“Babe, what’s the matter?”

“Come pick me up. I’m at the bar.”

You tell him the address and beg him to hurry. He can tell you’re not feeling well at all. So he quickly gets into his van and drives over to the bar. Once he arrives, he spots you just sitting outside. You’re obviously drunk and he feels so sorry for you.

“Eds…” you moan softly, clutching your head in pain.

Eddie is quick to pick you up, allowing you to lean on him. He’s not even really sure what to say just yet, so instead he focuses on getting you buckled into your seat.

Then he begins driving the moment he’s back into the driver’s seat. You moan in pain and you begin to cry. It’s breaking his heart to see you like this. Eddie feels guilty because he knows he should have been there for you. He should have done more for you.

“Honey,” he says softly. “Don’t worry. Things will be okay.”

You shake your head, “No…he made a fool of me.”

Eddie feels his heart wrench when you say this. It’s painful to see you hurting this way. So he drives you back to his trailer, knowing you’ll have a safe space to recover from being this drunk. Once you two arrive, he unbuckles your seatbelt and he guides you inside the trailer. You are so thankful that his uncle isn’t home right now. You don’t want him to think poorly of you.

“Easy there,” Eddie says as you begin to stumble. He’s guiding you towards his bedroom.

As the alcohol burns in your veins even more and your mind gets hazy, you allow Eddie to lay you on the bed. First he takes off your shoes, then he begins to remove your jeans. He takes off your shirt, gently caressing your shoulders before pulling on his old Iron Maiden shirt on you. Then you watch as he leaves you on the bed for a few moments.

When Eddie reappears, you’re so happy to see him. He’s got a bottle of water in his hands. He helps you sit up, and you relish in the feelings of his warm hands on your skin. He holds you close as he brings the bottle to your lips.

“Drink so slowly, honey.”

You try your best to take his advice, but the water just tastes so refreshing. Soon he’s pulling it away from you and he helps you lay back on the pillows. He pulls the covers up over you and he’s about to leave when you grab his hand and whine a little.

“Stay with me,” you pout. “Please, Eddie.”

His heart skips a beat when he sees how pitiful you are. You’re a sight for sore eyes, but he still thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. So without thinking too much, he shrugs off his jacket and kicks off his shoes. He slides under the covers with you, and immediately you cling to him. It feels natural to have you back in his arms like this.

“I’m such a fucking dumbass,” you mutter under your breath.

“No, you’re not. Stop thinking that way. That guy is such an asshole for playing you like that.”

Eddie thinks you might be too drunk to understand what he’s saying, but your heart flutters when he defends your honor. You cling a little tighter to him, and he presses the softest kiss to the top of your head.

“Why are you treatin’ me so good?” you ask, your words a bit slurred.

Eddie sighs, and he knows you might not remember this in the morning. “Cause I love ya,”

Your heart flutters again and you snuggle even closer. You know maybe he doesn’t mean it in the way you need it, but you still love hearing it from him. You smile sweetly at him, and he leans in to kiss your lips so softly.

“You’re my girl,” he finally admits. “And…I couldn’t even protect you.”

You sigh softly, “Eds…I don’t blame you for this. You are so wonderful.”

You two share another kiss, and he caresses your face so softly. You don’t even really know why you were dating that asshole…especially when you could have had this the entire time.

“Sleep now,” Eddie commands. “Sleep now and we’ll talk more tomorrow, okay?”

You nod your head, “Kay…night night, Eddie.”

He holds you close, vowing to himself he’ll never ever let anything else hurt you like this. Never again will you know pain.

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✧˖*°࿐18+ mdni

𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: fluff, cursing, eddie has a prince albert, daddy kink(not sorry), unprotected p in v sex, squirting, multiple orgasms.

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

you’ve been aching, desperately aching for Eddie’s cock— since that night of his fourth week healing. He’s eaten you out and fingered you every chance he’s gotten, like: on your way home from the hideout and the grocery store, even in an elevator up to your mutual best friend Steve’s apartment. So needless to say he’s been pleasuring you in any way he can that doesn’t involve penetration; but it’s his eighth week and you’ve been impatiently awaiting it’s arrival. Finally, his prince albert piercing is fully healed and can be used as it was intended. You hoped you’d be the one getting used by the end of tonight.

Once eddie walked through the front door, you couldn’t help but to pounce on him. The thoughts you’ve had today alone, made you drip with need.

“Whoa, whoa!” He bemused with a chuckle as he sat his work bag down.

“I would ask how work was, but I’m trying to get in your pants.” You beamed, sending a salacious wink his way.

“Well, thank you for asking,” he smirked, grabbing the nape of your neck and pulling you into his chest. “I did this really sick piece on this older dude, it covered his whole back and he sat through it like a fucking champ.” He passionately spoke— it wasn’t unknown knowledge that eddie loved his job as a tattoo artist, he came home everyday telling you about the ‘cool shit’ he gets to draw on peoples bodies.

“That’s amazing baby! I can’t wait to hear all about it, right after you’re done fucking me.” You boldly challenge, looking up into his big doe eyes.

“Jesus, you’re like a kid on Christmas. Need it that bad, huh?” He mocks, face splitting with a sly smile.

“Ed’s, it’s been eight weeks since I’ve had you inside me, trust me when I say I am a kid on Christmas. I’ve thought about it all night; was so excited I even put on this little number for ya.” You suggestively bite your lower lip, slipping the black silk robe off of your body, revealing a cute chiffon two piece, the top was long sleeved and the fabric daintily gathered at your wrists, while the tops sat below your shoulders revealing them and an ample amount of cleavage, which was unnecessary considering that both the top and bottoms were completely see through, so much so that you could see just about every detail on your skin; the color of your nipples and how peaked they were, any mole or freckles, and especially the mound of hair you had just above your cunt— Eddie’s eyes specifically zoned in on the growing wet patch just below it. The bottoms were practically non existent, aside from the pretty silk ribbons that were tide into perfect little bows, sitting high on your curvy hips. One look at Eddie’s face and you knew the outfit or lack there of was doing its job.

“Fuck, when did you get this?” Your boyfriend asks, as his pupils burst wide with lustful hunger.

“Last week, when I went shopping with Steve and his new boy toy.” You giggle while his eyes roam over your body, as if every new inch of skin that his eyes met were logged into his brain to be treasured later. “You like?” You ask knowingly, unable to keep the satisfied look off of your face.

“You fucking know I do.” Eddie groans before picking you up and throwing you over his leather clad shoulder. You shriek in amusement as the wet patch in your panties grows double the size.

Once in your shared room, eddie roughly throws you onto your luscious king sized bed; your body flops down as you’re the one to now laugh at Eddie’s eagerness. The metalhead begins yanking off his clothes, desperate to match your nakedness, and he gets them off in record time, before enthusiastically pulling down his black briefs. His beautiful pink cock springs out, hard and leaking as the silver jewelry stares you right in the face. Apart from all of the lascivious thoughts you’ve had these past eight weeks, there was a side of you that was slightly nervous for what it’d feel like, if it would hurt or even bring you pleasure at all. But you’d been waiting too long with bated breath to care now, so you open your legs wide, silently telling eddie you’re for the taking.

His knees fall on the bed before crawling over you, once again hovering like he did that first night you both mutually masturbated and rubbed against each other to completion, except this time you’d be getting all of him and you couldn’t help the swoop in your belly from that thought.

“You ready, sweet girl?” Eddie murmurs, as he waits for your answer he rubs his thumb along your cheek, eyes raking along your face as if committing every little twitch or pout of your lip to memory.

“I’ve been ready, daddy.” You gently rub the tip of your nose against his before pulling him into a needy, sloppy and tongue filled kiss.

“Need you so fucking bad, kitten.” He whines before latching his lips back onto yours, his ringed hands fall to your hips and he works your pretty panties down your pretty thighs so he could get to that pretty pussy.

“Mmm, needy boy.” You whisper back with a cocksure gleam in your eyes.

“Is that how you’re wanting this to go? Hm? Cause you keep talkin’ to me like that and I’m gonna have to punish you.” He huffs but the smug smile he’s fighting tells you he’s enjoying every minute of your bratty attitude.

“Just want you to fuck me now, I’ve been a good girl I deserve it. You can punish me later, please.” You batt your lashes up at him as a pretty pout graces your lips.

“I’m gonna give you what you want, angel. Don’t worry.” The words leave his mouth just before he takes his cock in his hand and slaps it against the curls sitting just above where you’re aching for him.

“Don’t tease.” You mewl as you stuff the side of your face into the sheets, impatiently whining; begging was on the tip of your tongue until eddie lined his cock with your entrance and sunk in, cunt swallowing up his offering with the hunger you felt in your chest. The tip of the piercing immediately hit your sweet spot making you moan so loud, eddie had to pull back and asses your face before moving any further.

“Pleasedon’tfuckingstop!” The sentence rushing out of your mouth as if it were one big word.

Eddie, who is feeling just as desperate as you, needs absolutely no further proof before he’s sinking back into your warm, wet pussy. You suck him in as if you were made for him, heaven on legs.

“Yes, yes fuck! Thank you daddy, thank you!” You babble off praises as the piercing on the tip of his cock pounds against your g spot, unforgiving but so fucking welcomed.

“God, you’re dripping down my dick, baby.” The wetness from your cunt spurs him on as his thrusts speed up quicker, relentless and with passion.

You begin to tighten around him, squeezing him as the fire in your lower stomach blazes hot; hotter than ever before.

“Are you fucking coming, already?” He didn’t mean for it to sound so mocking, he was genuinely stunned that you were coming on his cock within a matter of minutes.

“Yes! Yes I’m coming!” You squeak as your legs begin to shake and your nails dig into his soft back, creating crescent like shapes in his milky white skin. 

“Oh shit, oh fuck!” Eddie begins to shout as you come for him, his cock squeezed so tight it was bordering on painful pleasure. You shake in his arms as you come down from your high but Eddie isn’t finished with you yet; his pace picks up and he’s fucking back into you like he never stopped, the silver, blunt jewelry continuously hitting your inner bundle of nerves. A few more thrusts and the fire is back with a blazing vengeance. Your cunt spasms around him again, making his eyes shoot to yours in disbelief, as he takes in the way you’re utterly falling apart for him.

“Holy shit.” He whispers, so close to your face his breath skims your lips.

“Eddie! Oh my-” you cant even finish your words as they dislodge from your brain, absolutely no thoughts but eddie, eddie, eddie. The second you feel that burn and need to push, you begin to stammer, wanting to tell him somethings not right, it feels different but nothing leaves your mouth. Instead a loud gush of fluid, echoes out around the sex scented room.

“What the-” eddie begins to ask, confusion written on his face as he looks down between your bodies, where you’re connected, immediately witnessing the soaked sheets and the droplets splayed on both his and your thighs.

“You squirted, holy fuck! You squirted kitten.” He beams with lust filled excitement, you lay there dumbfounded. You heard that these kinds of piercings were known to make pussy owners squirt, and you were hoping you’d be lucky enough to experience it but weren’t banking on it actually happening, it was more wishful thinking.

You and eddie smile at each other, before he’s going back in for the kill; kissing your lips sweetly as his hips begin to snap against yours. Thrusts egged on by his itching need to come.

“Ah fuck, you feel so good kitten. Shit I’m coming!” He breaths out harshly, as his forehead rests on yours; eyes meeting in a love filled gaze as he empties inside of you. The warmth of his spend has you moaning with him, holding him in your arms and pushing his hair off of his sweaty face.

You both lay intertwined, limbs kissing limbs as you and eddie recap the best sex you’d both just had, to date.

“So, the wait was worth it then?” Eddie asks, knowingly scanning your face.

“So fucking worth it.”

@wonderlandwalker hope you enjoy, babe!

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Just curious

I know most of us are big fans of Vampire!Eddie but what about Werewolf!Eddie?

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(but i've got an interactive sick and twisted imagination, and that's gotta count for something!)

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Eddie Munson x Girlfriend Reader

17 is still under age! Minors

DO NOT interact!!

NSFW

It started out with the two of you watching your favorite horror movie. But quickly devolved into a makeout that evolved into you on top. Viciously riding Eddie with your head thrown back.

You're facing the TV but paying it no mind and bouncing away as your eyes roll back. Eddie's own dark orbs are focused on you. Your tits swaying and tight hole milking him. He's absorbed in the way you look above him with your tiny hands on his chest.

A scream catches your attention and mid stride you slow to a stop until you're settled at his base. Clit pressed into him while you stare at the TV.

it takes him a second to realize you've stopped, "Babe? Baby-"

you don't look back at him, "sssh this is the best part of the movie." You refuse to move or acknowledge him while this scene plays out.

Unfortunately for you this ticks Eddie off, feeling jealous, he flips you. Your head is settled on the pillows where you're unable to see the TV. His usually smiling face is pinched in disappointment.

The long haired man's large hands slip under your knees to press them to your chest, "You're gonna wanna start working on your apology."

You're in for a long hard fucking.

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missed them <33

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thinking about hairstylist Steve and rockstar Eddie. Eddie has a calvin klein underwear billboard that's right across the street from Steve's salon. Steve stares at it constantly while at work and almost faints when Eddie actually comes in one day needing an emergency hair wash because a bird pooped on him while he was walking by. Now Steve gets to massage his scalp and listen to the soft sighs and relaxed borderline moans of the man he's been ogling for months.

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We'd Catch The Rainbow(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, creampie finish, swearing, mentions of smoking weed, use of the word "daddy" pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader word count: o.7k a/n: well, here is a little something after being gone for so long. I hope I'm not as rusty as I think I am. Also requests are open!

He pumps into you, his mouth hot and wet as he leaves open-mouthed kisses on your neck and bare chest. It feels like it’s been so long since you two have had this privacy and intimacy. All it took was a little weed and that look in your eyes. That’s when Eddie had guided you to the nearest bedroom. Your clothes came flying off along with his own.

“Shit,” he moans against your sweat slicked skin. “Missed my baby girl so much.”

You both look down to where he’s pumping into you, his cock filling up that tight cunt. He’s almost too excited by all of this. He slows down his pace, his ringed fingers coming up to press against your face as he cups your cheeks. You let out a muffled moan when his tongue slides into your mouth. It’s been way too long since he’s fucked you.

“Missed you too, my Eddie bear.”

He laughs softly at your cute nickname for him. You’re always so sweet and so kind to him. That’s what attracted him to you at first. Your kind and sweet nature made him crazy for you. You showed him softness he hadn’t felt in years. And now with you under him, your legs wrapped around him, he’s falling for you all over again. Who would have thought a few months away while you were gone on summer vacation would make him so needy for you?

Your hands reach up to brush some of his hair out of his face, and he leans in to kiss you. His kisses always leave you so breathless. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest. He laughs again when he nips at your bottom lip and it makes you squeal. He loves hearing those cute little noises coming from you.

“You’re driving me so fucking crazy, baby.” He growls in your ear. “Shouldn’t have let my little cutie go away on vacation.”

His big hands push your knees towards your chest, burying himself even deeper into your tight cunt. You’re both left panting and gasping as the new position brings you both different sensations. You feel even more full of his cock, if that’s even possible. Your mind starts going blank as Eddie begins snapping his hips harder and faster. It’s like he can’t get enough of you even if he tries. He wants to be so deep inside of you. It’s the only way he feels like he can be completely close to you.

“Wish I didn’t have to go,” you breathe out as he slams himself into you. “But ‘m back now, honey…”

He drives himself into you over and over, relishing in the way your pussy squelches from being so wet. He looks down to see how there’s a creamy, frothy ring of your juices coating the base of his cock. It’s almost pornographic to him to watch himself fuck you. It’s better than any video he’s ever seen. It’s better than any picture he’s seen in a magazine.

“You’re fucking squeezing my cock so good,” he whimpers. His balls are drawing up as he feels his orgasm nearing.

Eddie doesn’t want this to end just yet. He wants you to cum as well. He knows if he works this out just right, you’ll both fall off the edge together. You watch through hooded eyes as he brings his thumb to his lips and licks it. Then he presses it to your swollen nub, rubbing it at the same pace as he fucks himself into you. Your eyes roll back in your head as you feel the fire in your belly being stoked even more than before.

“That’s my good girl,” Eddie praises you. “Cum on my cock, babygirl. Come on, cum for daddy.”

That’s all it takes for you to fall off the edge. Your gummy walls begin contracting around him as you cling to him. Your voice is shaky as you moan and whine his name. Eddie throws his head back as the pleasure washes over him as well. His orgasm hits him hard, making him grow weak in the arms and legs. He has to hold himself up as best as he can as his cock throbs inside of you, painting your insides white. 

Slowly, he comes to a stop and he rests his head on your chest. You begin playing with his hair and rubbing his back soothingly. You never want this moment to end. It’s a beautiful silence despite your ragged breaths as you try to catch your breath. Eddie chuckles softly as he finally lifts his head and kisses you so deeply and so sweetly.

“Damn baby,” he says between pants. “You know I’m not going to let you go for a long time, yeah?”