#keeksgetsasks!

[keeksandgigz]

“you’re mine.” with eddie spaghetti of course 🤭

possessive eddie actually drives me up a wall

im also gonna add "“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.”" just because it made my brain short circuit

Once again 18+ is not a suggestion, but a big fat order to get the fuck away from here <3

Cruel and relentless, the way that his hips are snapping into you.

He'd seen you flirt with Steve, you and him hanging out during a campaign at Mike's house, while he had to sit and stew in his chair, fuming behind a cardboard screen as you kept on laughing at his jokes and drinking from his beer, gingerly brushing his hand whenever you'd take the glass from Steve, letting your touch linger for longer than usual over the boy's hand.

Touch lingering for longer than friends should touch.

He barely made it home when you'd been slammed against a wall, as you laughed at his poor attempts at putting together his shattered ego.

Even now, feeling the length of his cock snapping into you, you're relentlessly not giving up your fight, as you pretend nothing he's doing affects you.

"God, Eddie, you're such a shit lay. Why did I agree at this whole fuckbuddy thing again?" you look up at him, impenetrable eyes as you work so hard not to let him see through you.

"You're really fuckin' asking for it, sweets" he grits through his teeth, and he sees your exterior falter for a second, at the way your bottom lip shivers when his thrusts angle upwards.

"Should've gone home with Steve, at least I wouldn't be fucking bored out of my mind here. Maybe he would be actually making me feel good, wouldn't he, Eddie?" and your smirk sends him into orbit as he stills his hips.

"Alright, that's it" he huffs, grabbing you by the thighs and flipping you over as he slips out and slams back into you again. The new angle makes it really hard to keep the tough exterior going, as he keeps on hitting so deep that it makes your brain blank.

"What were you saying about Steve, sweets?" he taunts, hand reaching over to press your head against his pillow, muffling the desperate moans and whines spilling from you.

"Steve?" brain going blank, a well endowed smack against your right ass cheek drives it home.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making, since apparently I'm such a shit lay, aren't I?" he chuckles at that, chest leaning over your back, feeling the heat and the sweat radiating from him "Answer me. Am I a shit lay, sweetness?" he says it so low it's practically a whisper as wet noises fill the room.

His other hand reaches in between your legs, and you begin squealing, feeling a familiar sense of tightness in your tummy as the volume of your noises begins to get louder and louder, feeding into Eddie's now- restored ego.

"Mhm, yeah. That's what I thought" as he delivers one more sharp thrust, feeling you fall apart around him. Gushing, while you whimper at the slow thrust he's giving you as you ride out your high.

He coos, hand sneaking up on your back, rubbing up and down "Aw, that's right, baby. You're mine, aren't you?"

[keeksandgigz]

hi i am here with a horny thot. 😈

eddie buying witchy one of those dildos made of rose quartz and making her fuck herself with it while he watches.

MARIAH THE WAY I RAN TO MY LAPTOP

Horny hours indeed omg

"Eddie this is stupid" you say, huffing at the sight of the suggestively shaped crystal on your counter.

He claimed he had a surprise for you. He had you close your eyes while he stood behind you. He put it in front of you while you opened your eyes, a puzzled look on your face.

"It's rose quartz, witchy. S'gonna make your pussy love me so much, huh?" he's relentless in the way that he touches you. The way he knows that if he grazes your shoulders with the tips of his fingers he can have you whimpering in a matter of seconds.

Hands, fingers, mouth, tongue.

"It looks... cold" you look at it with a raised eyebrow, a bit offended at the idea that Eddie has boiled down your witchy interests down to sex. A pink rose quartz dildo on the kitchen counter.

"Warm it up then" he says, biting your earlobe. You sigh. He always has to win.

And so you guide him to your room, shedding yourself of your clothes in the process, aside from a pair of black knit knee socks that your pervert of a boyfriend seems to enjoy a little too much.

He perches himself on the pink brocade armchair in the corner of your room, the rose quartz tight in your hand.

"Need me to warm you up, witchy?" he asks, smug and annoying as always. A devilish smile on his lips as you shyly lay yourself down on your silk sheets, back against your headboard.

You don't need to be warmed up. You'd been ready to go since that morning, when he'd worn a cutoff shirt with a pair of sweats that were hung low on his tummy, letting his happy trail peek through the fabric.

You shake your head.

His demeanor is different than his recent submissiveness. Eyes dark and alert, contrasting yours- hazy and half- lidded.

"Gimme a show then, my pretty witch" he commands, his hands gripping the armrests of the seat as he watches you run the crystal down your body. The coldness of the surface makes your skin jump, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Your eyes don't leave his for a moment, as it reaches the apex of your thighs, you shudder at the cold object, and at how sensitive you are.

It is by no means as big as your boyfriend is, but the idea of the heavy object being inside you makes your clench around the feeling of nothingness.

"God, witchy, you're so fucking hot like this." He's palming himself through his jeans, the impatience of seeing you play with the crystal seems to be eating him alive.

"C'mon put it in" he urges, as his belt clinks open, and almost like a pavlovian training, your mouth opens a little bit. Enough for him to notice.

"My strong and powerful witchy brought down by me taking my cock out. Aren't you sweet" he chuckles, taking his dick out, letting it rest against his tummy.

His chin moves, urging you to put the crystal in. A wordless command, no more playing around. You oblige, and the feeling of it filling you up, with the cold surface of the object against the warmth of your walls provides a pleasurable contrast as you begin to fuck yourself with it.

"How's that feel, witchy? Is your pussy falling in love yet, or do I gotta give it a couple kisses first?" he taunts you, beginning to touch himself at the sight of you relentlessly fucking yourself.

You don't like the way that it's not curved, unable to hit the spot you so deeply crave. So you whine, the stretch of it so delicious you can't help but keep going, albeit it not being enough.

"Eddie- oh- please" you hiccup, looking at the way he's stroking himself, head thrown in pleasure as you're tempted to take advantage of his distraction to use your magic, to match up the thrusting movements of your hand to match up his. Perfectly in sync.

You decide against it, as his distraction is only momentary. His eyes are fixed on yours once again. A sheen of sweat on his naked torso, a lusty Adonis, as you try to thrust the quartz further inside you, eliciting a weak moan from your mouth, as an unabashed hand comes down to play with yourself.

A broken moan coming from your boyfriend, hooded eyes looking at you through his sweaty bangs.

"Witchy, you should see yourself. You look like a fucking goddess, Jesus Christ" he whispers through gritted teeth as he lets his cock go, standing up and walking towards you.

You stop with him, intrigued by the change in action. You stare at him with glassy eyes, begging him to make you feel better than the quartz inside you.

"Let's see how in love that pussy is, shall we?" he chuckles, dipping his hand in between your legs, taking the object out. You shiver at the feeling and the feeling of being empty.

A low whistle comes from Eddie.

"God, she must love me, huh? This thing is soaked. M'flattered, witchy" he says, examining the crystal.

You can't do nothing but shake, as he stands there and ponders.

"Open up that mouth, messy girl. Gotta keep it busy while I fuck you."

God i don't know what this is I'm so sorry

[keeksandgigz]

I NEEDDD more of Eddie calling witchy his high priestess 😍😍😍😍😝😝😝

oh what, like this, anon?

SMUTTY SMUT UNDER THE CUT MINORS GO AWAY PLS

this is for @aphrogeneias and @xxhellfirebunnyxx specifically

sub!eddie, pegging

"Who do you pray to, pretty boy?" you grit out, every thrust of your hips has the boy laying splayed on the bed under you wailing in pleasure.

He's breathless, he moves his hips along with the undulated movement of your yours, hair fanned out and sweaty. You'd find the purple glittered plastic thrusting into your boyfriend a bit silly if the sight under you wasn't so captivating.

He hums, a particularly harsh thrust has you seeing the whites of his eyes as he whines "fuck, you witchy" he pants. Eddie licks his lips, tasting the remainder of whatever trace of you is left on his lips, the smell of you inundating his senses.

His nose, lips, mouth and cheeks are coated in it, and his brain is coated in the memory of you grinding against his lips, falling apart over him. And now he's getting the reward he sought after the whole day. To let go, to pray to you like the statuesque goddess that you are.

A slap awakens him, straight on his sweaty cheek, coming back from the haze of his memories.

"That's not who I am, is that right, baby?" you hum, low and sensuous and you can see his cock jump in between your bodies, leaking all over himself, turning into a messy puddle of sex and love and feelings. Feelings just for you.

He shakes his head, plump lip captured in between his teeth, and he can almost feel the wet of a tear at the corner of his eye, letting it fall as you thrust into him with an even stronger force.

The noises you've heard him let out tonight as the rain pours against your decorated windows are something in the likeness of a chant. A song that sings just for you, as you run your fingers along his ruddy tip, just to see him squirm and whine.

"Who am I, then?" you taunt him, pulling your chest closer to his, as he begins to grind his hips upward, your stomach providing for some delicious friction against his cock, as you reach around his neck and pull at his sweaty curls, looking at the whiny boy under you.

Big and strong and demanding, a sweaty mess under you, gripping at the sheets, at whatever he could find, touching your back, sending a shiver down the length of your body, feline and smooth in its movements against the candlelight of your room.

"My high priestess" he moans, and you swear you can feel him tighten around you.

[keeksandgigz]

For phrases that make you drop to your knees… Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately… With Eddie.

god dolly i am- yk what ima let the fic do the talking

this is 18+ minors go do homework

"Jesus, baby, I can read it on your face" he chuckles out, as you watch him puff out another white cloud of smoke, nothing but a burnt roach in between his ringed fingers.

You've been staring at him blow smoke into the stuffy room of his trailer for the past five minutes, as you kept on passing the joint in between the two of you, the fullness of his lips plaguing the darkest corners of your mind. You blink at him.

"Read what?" your tone is aloof, distant, too focused at the way his ringed fingers hold on to the joint, as he puts it up to your lips. You inhale, closing your eyes, feeling the pads of his fingertips slightly brush your lips, a breath hitches in your chest.

He takes the joint back from your lips, sitting up along with you. You're encased in between his legs as he smokes the last of that roach, setting it down on an ashtray on his nightstand. A hand creeps up your cheek, thumb tapping at your bottom lip.

And like a pavlovian response, your mouth drops open while he comes closer, noses touching, and blows the smoke into your mouth. Your skin tingles, a small whimper falling from deep within your throat. A cocksure smile on the fullness of his lips, as he traces the outline of yours.

Your mouth hangs open as he seems to be closing in for a kiss, the ghost of a breath blowing from his mouth, still smelling the smokiness of the joint you two just split. There's a feverish need as you wait for him to kiss you.

He's holding you firmly by the back of the neck, to not let you get closer, while he toys with you, mocks you. Every time you try to close in on him, a tug at the baby hairs at your neck, to keep you desperate, wanting more than a shallow breath on the border of your lips.

His eyes are glossed over and bloodshot from the weed as he does it again, this time a whimper falls from your mouth. Stop teasing me.

"That you want my fingers in your mouth, sweetheart"

[keeksandgigz]

Keeks I’ve been thinking about Eddie and witchy reader and…

You know how sometimes Eddie makes jokes and makes fun of all her witchy stuff? Well…what if someone else did that?

As much as he doesn’t believe in it I can see him going full Protective Boyfriend Mode™️ on the motherfucker who had the audacity to make fun of his witchy. 🫠

gia i’m at work i’ve been pondering on this since u sent it😀

Look, I’m all for protective bf Eddie, but she’s a real witch, I doubt she needs Eddie to come save her, but it’s hot so fuck it :)

Sometimes you'd go to the record store Eddie works at for fun and you'd just be toying with a tarot deck you had in your bag, sitting in the back and hanging out whilst you wait for him to get off his shift.

His coworkers think that you being there is a little weird, they think you're a little weird overall and aren't sure why Eddie is even dating you.

"The witchy bitches are fucking toxic" one of them says outside the break room "He's gonna get his ass hexed or whatever if he doesn't do what she says" he chortles in the hallway, unbeknownst to him, Eddie is in the locker room getting his stuff.

"She's so fucking weird, dude. I literally saw her put fucking rocks in the store, like who does that?" the other one laughs. And at this point Eddie's blood is boiling. Nobody talks about his girl like that.

So he calmly exits the locker room and into the hallway, and his coworkers seem to tinge a bit pale, while he fixes his leather jacket and passes in between them.

He puts both his arms around the guys, almost in a huddle.

"Is my girlfriend bothering you dickheads?" he whispers. He doesn't want you to get involved. The two guys blubber some no's and of course not's. Shaking their heads.

"Perfect, then why did I hear your fucking mouths even utter about her? Why did I hear you call my girlfriend weird? Hm? Care to answer?"

The guys are trembling like leaves.

"Didn't think so. You jealous fucks wish you could get a girl like her." his hands crawl to the back of their necks, tightening a bit.

"Now, you dicks are gonna go out there, instead of being a couple of lazy fucks and from now on, if i hear you even think about my girl, I'll make sure to take care of it, 'kay?" he says, tight lipped smile on his face as he lets the two boys go as they utter their sorry, Eddie and their Jesus Christ's.

Just then, you get out of the break room. He turns and smiles, you just look so pretty.

"Ready to go, witchy?" he asks, extending his hand. You hum in approval.

"Sorry, was finishing a reading" you snicker.

The two boys ended up calling out the morning after due to a mysterious attack of food poisoning.

[keeksandgigz]

hiii keeks! saw that we could share our thoughts about witchy and eddie soo i wanted to share that i’ve been thinking all day about eddie making witchy squirt with the rose quartz dildo lolololol🫠

goddamn y’all love that rose quartz dildo down omg 🫣

this can be read as a pt. 2 for this post

this is for @reidsbtch specifically cause that was her idea 🤭

this is strictly 18+ minors DNI please

“Witchy, can I ask you a question?” he says out of nowhere, as you’re reading your book on the couch. Your head lifts, and you can sense the wicked twinkle in his eyes.

“What is it?” you ask, closing the book you weren’t really reading, just using it as a cover up to ogle at your boyfriend while he played guitar next to you.

“Y’know how you complained about the dildo I got you not being uhhh” his cheeks tinge pink, as he looks into an indiscernible place on your living room wall, like the answer was going to be on the pink wallpaper of your house.

“Big enough?” you finish the sentence for him, he purses his lips and nods.

“Why didn’t you use your magic to make it bigger, or uh- curved or something?” he asks, a frog trapped in his throat as he everything he says comes out like a half- croak, maybe a side effect of when he turned himself into a frog on accident.

“Oh, no I did. I just made it look like your dick” you say, a shrug of your shoulders makes the purple shawl you were wearing fall off of them, nonchalant, like you were telling him your grocery list.

Eddie’s eyes bug out of his sockets at that. The thought of you using a dildo shaped like his dick? He nearly bursts in his pants at that.

“You uh- uh you what?” he stammers, a crimson red tinges his pale cheeks, blinking quickly at his goddess of a girlfriend who just so happens to be an actual witch and his dream come true? He really is so, so lucky.

“Yeah, I just- y’know did my magic thing” you say, a dramatic movement of your hands follow it “Do you know wanna see it?”

He blinks at you, slowly “Do I wanna- Do I- Fuck, witchy of course I wanna fucking see it” he mumbles, as you stand up, guiding him to your room.

You open the mahogany dresser in front of your bed, rummaging through piles of silk and wool, taking out what seems to be Eddie’s dick in crystal form. Veins and everything.

“Holy shit, witchy, you’re a fucking freak. Jesus Christ” he hisses, feeling his cock stir under his zipper, fighting the urge to toss you on the bed and use it on you.

“Have- have you used it yet?” he breathes, his hands finding purchase in his pockets, fighting himself from acting upon all the dirty thoughts he’s been currently having.

“Oh, I was waiting to use it with you” you say as you throw yourself onto the bed, blushing slightly at the darkened stare your boyfriend gives you, hair fanned out around your head and spreading you legs for him.

“Fuck, witchy, you can’t say shit like that” he rubs a hand over his eyes as he inches towards you. You blink up at him, bottom lip caught in between your teeth.

His hands run up your legs, bunching your long skirt up your calves, then your knees, then your thighs.

“Are you gonna use it on me, Eddie?” you mumble against the skin of his cheek, breath already heaving at the feeling of his calloused hands on your skin, creeping up the inside of your thigh.

“Witchy, God, you have no idea what i’m gonna do to you” he whispers as he undoes the buttons of your shirt, kissing your arm up to your wrist.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. I’m the only one who can bring you to your knees, am I right?” he bites down on your neck and you let out a weak “yes” as you arch into him.

“You don’t have to be so strong and powerful all the time, huh? Are you gonna let me take care of you?” he asks, hands hooking on the sides of your panties, sliding them off your legs.

You squirm under him, handing him the rose quartz.

“You get so fucking wet, witchy, and I barely did anything” he snickers, kneeling at the foot of the bed, nestling himself between your legs.

He probes your entrance with the crystal, as you whimper under him, with the cold surface coming into contact with the heat radiating in between your legs.

“Put it in, please” you whine, arching your hips into him.

“Such good manners, witchy” he smiles wickedly at you, letting the toy enter you. A loud moan you’ve been holding in your throat escapes you as he pumps the quartz in and out of you.

“Big stretch, baby, huh?” his cocky smirk is the only thing you can see in the dark room.

“Yes, so- so big” you pant out as he reaches a hand on your stomach to feel the quartz go in and out of you, slightly putting pressure there as he drives himself forward, tongue darting out to lick at our clit.

An animalistic noise falls out of you as you begin to grind yourself on him.

“You’re so dirty, witchy. Using your magic for something so, so, filthy? What would your coven say, hm?” he proceeds to give you another lick, making you jolt in pleasure.

“Would they say how much of a slut you are, my lovely witchy? Because no matter how much you try to hide it, you really are just a witchy slut” he drives the crystal in further, making you wail in pleasure.

“God, Eddie- fuck” you thrash on your mattress “right there, there there there” a chant falling out of your lips, his head between your thighs as he keeps on drawing moans and wails from you, it’s never felt this good before.

The coil feels weird in your tummy, like a pooling sensation that is making its way down, down, down. You fist and paw at your sheets and at Eddie’s hair as you search for purchase somewhere, anywhere.

His tongue keeps lapping at you, humming and slurping sounds filling the room as he keeps driving the crystal in.

“Ed-Ed I feel- mmm weird” you stutter, almost unable to get the sentence out along moans and whines.

“C’mon, witchy. You close?” he asks, placing a kiss on the seam of your thigh.

“huh ‘mclose” you mumble, as you let yourself be taken over by the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

“You gonna cum f’me? Go on, baby, let go, I got you” he mumbles against the skin of your tummy as the coil in your tummy violently snaps, and your vision goes white. Eddie lets himself be soaked. Hair, face, arms, shirt, nothing is saved.

It takes you a couple minutes to come back to him, seeing white spots. You feel the wetness of the sheets under you and gasp.

“It’s alright, witchy, I gotcha. That was really hot, baby” he mumbles, scooping you in his arms, as you tremble from the aftershocks.

“I uh- I didn’t know I could do that” you mumble.

“Witchy, I think you’re magical” he whispers, putting his nose to yours, making you chuckle.

You try to stand up, but he won’t let you.

“No, witchy. Stay here, I’ll run you a milk bath and while you do that I’ll wash your sheets, sounds good?” he asks, kissing the tip of your nose.

You just hum, as he lays you down and disappears into the bathroom.

Your body really does love him.

[keeksandgigz]

this is making me think of inexperienced!eddie realizing his sex god potential for the first time and i need to chew on the bars of my enclosure for a moment

god can you imagine

i'm so biased cause it's the best position but he's just pounding into you while you're folded over yourself and his arms are finding leverage with the backs of your knees and you can feel him in your mf guts cause he's so big.

and he’s trying he really is, he’s so close to cumming way too quickly, but your moans and noises only spur him on further, his dick twitching inside of you making for more delicious friction between your bodies. there’s no way you’re enjoying it that much, right?

“shit, sweetheart, i’m so sorry i’m- fuck” you don’t even have to hear him before you invite him to go faster, your hands on his butt helping him guide the pace.

“this is so fucking good” you exhale, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he hits a spot “you’re so- mmm- fucking good”

the way he has your legs folded over your chest, he’s so strong he’s just pinning you down and using you for his own pleasure, the thought of it makes your tummy do a flip.

“that’s it, baby, take it” he says through gritted teeth, but every word that drips from his filthy mouth is enough to make you clench around him, making the both of you moan together.

“‘mgonnacum” he warns, and then he’s spilling himself inside the condom with a loud uh.

you lay there panting, in awe at the amount of force he used on you as he hops off of your legs to tie the condom and throw it away, while you feel like a bag of bricks has been lifted off of you.

“sorry you didn’t cum, sweetheart” he says, a look on his face that says he’s genuinely sorry.

“who said we’re done?” you’re still in the same position he’d left you in “lemme move and you can eat me out”

but when you try to move your limbs just feel unresponsive. there’s a dull ache in your thighs and chest, soreness setting in.

“ed, we have a problem” you blush red.

“what is it, you okay?” he asks, concern on his face.

“i can’t fucking move” a laugh escapes you, and a shit earring grin forms on his face. from the heights of his little experience he just crosses his arms and stares at you, pleased as a peach.

“i did that, huh?”

[keeksandgigz]

thinking of eddie begging you to let him try his new magic trick out on you. he’s been practicing it for weeks and he finally has perfected it. only he accidentally grabs his set of real handcuffs instead of the trick ones…

i took the sub eddie route because i love my whiny pathetic boy

based off of this post- this is for @strangerstilinski specifically cause <333

THIS IS 18+ MINORS DNI

“baby c’mon lemme show you! i’ve been practicing on it i can get myself outta these handcuffs in under 30 seconds” your boy whines as he follows you around his trailer, trick handcuffs in hand, clinking his other every step.

you groan, it’s been days he’s been pressuring you to look at his tricks. with an eye roll you mutter out a “fine” as you sit yourself down at the table.

he likes doing his tricks on the floor, and so he’s kneeled on the carpeted ground, hands behind his back as the clicks the handcuffs around his wrists.

you can’t help but notice the sight in front of you. he’s pretty as his tongue sticks out, working the handcuffs to try to get out of his confinements. biceps bulging through the short sleeves of his shirt, cheeks turning hot as panic stains his eyes.

“fuck- shit” he huffs, at the realization that his trick has gone wrong.

“what’s wrong, Houdini?” you tease, blood running hot at his reddened face.

“baby- i uhhh- do you remember where i put the keys to the handcuffs? the other ones” he huffs “i- shit- i got them confused, please lemme out” he whines, wiggling on his knees.

“stop struggling, ed. it’s gonna hurt your wrists” voice laced in sugar as you reach for him, gather his hair to the back of his head and pull.

A loud whine escapes the boy’s throat, low and rumbled in the depth of his chest as he feels himself stir in the tightness of his pants.

“y’know what? i think i like you like this, ed. so, so pretty” you croon, hooking the curve of your ankle on his shoulder, behind his neck. brown eyes, as a doe looking up at you, shadowed by the bangs on his beaded forehead.

you let your foot guide him, closer and closer to your parted legs. his mouth gaped in silent stupor, his breath quietly hitching in his own throat with the desire to smell you, feel you, taste you.

the bite of the metal cuffs isn’t bothering him anymore, as he looks at the wet patch on your panties from under your skirt. lips parted and swollen and awaiting, as he inhales, then exhales, a stirring deep in his tummy.

it pushes and pulls, the desire to let himself be used, his bewildered face coming closer and closer, smelling you so strongly it’s making him confused.

a strangled plea falls out of his mouth, throwing all caution out of the window as he finally presses his nose to your clothed mound and inhales. all he ever needed is right in front of him.

“why don’t you do a magic trick on me, baby?”

and he looks at you like you just hung the moon for him. big brown eyes, sparkling in the dim fluorescents of his trailer, your smell intoxicating him as he hums and nods.

"please baby let me- let me taste you, i'll make you feel so good" he exhales, glassy eyes as he tries to teeth and lip his way past your panties to no avail. without his hands to aid him, his tongue of gold is nothing but a useless muscle.

he does whatever he can to feel you, though, sucking purple bruises across the flushed skin of your thighs, quivering with the anticipation that you don't let yourself fall victim to just yet, slightly bucking your hips into the air, looking for friction in the thin fabric of your cotton panties rather than the plush softness of his lips.

you play the waiting game for as long as you can, until you dare the boy to take your panties off with his teeth. clumsily he does, maybe tearing the cotton from the lacy lining as he spits them out on the carpet floor and dives himself on you like a man starved.

eyes rolled to the back of his head as he revels in the taste of you, so cruelly denied to him as soft moans and whimpers escape him, rumbling against you with such overwhelming power that you can't help but grind yourself on him, coating eddie's chin, cheeks and nose with slick.

wondering where the hell he got so lucky to get a woman so angelic and yet so devil like that will fuck him after a failed attempt at a magic trick. what he doesn't know is that his magic tricks only turn you on further.

[keeksandgigz]

ugh maybe something angsty to fluffy with eddie , like nightmares or a silly argument turned too big leaving both in tears but then resolved

idk baby ugh i love ur writing tho !

aww stop i love u <3

this is literally my first ask ever im so excited!! hope u enjoy :)))

He knows better than to fall asleep.

The world lays still around him, the sound of lone crickets plays as his lullaby while he stares at his banged up ceiling.

Everytime he closes his eyes he feels like he's suffocating, still in the stuffy, dusty and slimy Upside Down, the blood at his throat almost choking him to death.

It's his first night alone back home. Him and Wayne had been cleared to go back earlier that September morning after spending a whole summer in a cramped infirmary on a small cot that made his feet stick out.

Noises of people snoring, talking, moving around. Even people crying and screaming in their sleep. You sleeping in the cot right next to him.

Your shoulders rising and falling. On nights where he couldn't sleep he'd count every breath you took, until his brain grew tired and fell victim to slumber.

But tonight there was just eerie quiet. No breaths to count except his own, shallow and irregular in his chest, as he tried not to focus too much on the way the skin of his naked chest stretched taut by the stitches given to him felt under his hand, casually resting there.

The faint white and red splotches of mangled skin felt funny under the touch of his hands. Even then, he tried to not touch them. He didn't like the way his body would retract from his own touch. Almost as if he was scared of himself.

He hadn't let you see them yet, everytime you hung out and reveled in each other's company never went further than a few risky kisses. Your hands traveling to the hem of his shirt being abruptly stopped by his fingers intertwined in yours, moving away from his waist.

It was silent, the way you understood his limits. He'd never let you know he wasn't comfortable, and you could not have possibly known what lied under the too- big shirt he'd taken from the donation box.

Tonight, though, he finds himself missing counting your breaths, imagining you back at home in the comfort of your bed. Are you awake too?

Sick and tired of thinking, closing his eyes only to see monsters behind his lids, the feeling of the crumpled, rough sheets under his back, he gets up. He slips a shirt on, along with a pair of pants and fishes a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the pockets of his jacket, perched carelessly on the chair.

He heads to the front porch. He closes the front door behind him, trying to keep quiet. Wayne's at work, but the habit of tiptoeing and whispering around after months of living in a communal space still stuck with him.

He sits on the stairs of his porch, letting the cigarette between his lips as he fights with the yellow lighter his dad had given him to start a spark.

"Fuck" he curses under his breath as the lighter proceeds to not produce a light. His breathing becomes uneven as his cheeks flush with anger. Frustrated, he tosses the lighter in the patch of grass in front of him. Useless fucking thing.

He doesn't even know why he still has it. The last time he'd seen his dad was over two years before. He'd never gone that long without a visit.

He's tempted to go in the kitchen and light up his cigarette with the stove, but Wayne didn't like him smoking inside. Instead he just sits there, unlit cigarette between his lips as he looks at a certain spot in the trailer park.

The same spot he'd almost died at.

He's so entranced by that one patch of dirt that he doesn't notice a car driving into the trailer park. His eyes diverting only when the headlights almost turn him blind.

It's you.

The car turns off and you come out of it, dressed in some cute pyjamas, a jacket that once belonged to Eddie covering you from the late September gale.

"Can't sleep either?" you say, staring at his dumbfounded face as you approach him on the wooden porch stairs.

"Too quiet. Missin' the old man who talked about cake in his sleep" he lets out a breathy laugh.

"My bed was too comfortable. My back is too fucked up from the cot, can't sleep on a soft mattress anymore. Missed having a bed next to yours, Munson" you nudge him, he just gives you a tight- lipped smile.

"Missed watching you breathe" he says, cautiously "Helped me sleep at night. I'd count every breath you took"

"Having any nightmares?" you ask, placing your head on his shoulder.

"Can't have nightmares if I'm awake. Everytime I close my eyes it's like I'm back in there, so I just.... don't sleep" he says, playing with the still unlit cigarette in his mouth.

The air is light between you two, an air of friendship, unweighted by your knowledge of what happened to him. You bring him relief, solace.

"Tell you what" you begin "you can light that cigarette with my car lighter, we split it, and then we go back inside and you can watch me breathe. So you can sleep" you blink up at him. He blinks at you back.

You offering to sleep with him in his bed wasn't something he'd have expected out of his life. Especially at this time of it.

All he does is nod as you take the cigarette from his lips and light it in your car, coming back with it already between your lips.

You're warm when you settle yourself next to him on the bed, under the rough blankets. The pillows smell like him. You inhale.

He doesn't know whether to hold you or leave you alone. He just opts to be a little closer to you as he lets you close your eyes. A weak "G'night, Munson" escapes you as you exhale and close your eyes.

He watches the silhouette of your shoulders rise and fall.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven...

He falls asleep before he can get to fifty.

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Hii!

I was in class when i thought about this so bare with me

I’d love to see eddie x introvert!reader, since eddie is quite extroverted i’d love to see how they act in school and at lunch, does he sit next to her when they get to choose seats or does he sit with his friends? Does she get sad over “dumb” stuff? Maybe he overshares kinda personal stuff about her and she gets really hurt?

I will love you 4ever if you write something with this hehehehehe

thank you! xx

hi darling!!

this is gonna be very based on myself as i am introverted to a fault oops

I do think that he's very respectful of your boundaries and he really tries to kind of stave off putting you on the spot. Like when you two get together he spends two months literally hanging out with you at lunch because you don't feel ready to meet his friends.

It's not to the point where he ditches his friends to hang with you- albeit some complaints, but they're children, what do they know?- But it definitely gives you your time, especially because it can be debilitating sometimes. Meeting that many people at once? And he gets it, of course he does.

You're only yourself when you're with him, and of course, that means that he's your only friend most of the time. You both know a lot about each other, but I do think he has a big mouth and sometimes stuff just escapes him, especially when he's taken by the enthusiasm of being at the center of the conversation.

It takes him three months to get you to join him and his friends at lunch, and the first time you do, he's so excited he's like "My lady's here, so you guys better behave yourselves. She thinks you guys are a bunch of brutes already" and it kinda hurts you because now they have this opinion of you that you don't like them and they don't see why they should like you back.

And you have to block out the tears 'cause now everyone's looking at you weird- or so you think- and all you need is to hide back in the library. Needless to say it takes him a whole afternoon to get you to forgive him. He apologizes telling you that he's an idiot and that he'll take you out to the mall to spend however much money he's made that week from dealing.

You also make him tell the guys he was exaggerating and that you didn't think they were animals. Well, you do, but they don't have to know that.

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Hey Keeks! So I was day dreaming while I was looking at my ring that has a Lilith sigil on it and now I’m thinking about Witchy giving Eddie something like it

Im mixing these two @rebelfell hehe here's a little vignette, for some reason Eddie doing crystal shop deliveries makes me think of Kronk. <3

Hope u enjoy!!

You pick up the phone attached to the wall.

"Genesis Records. Eddie speaking, what's up?" you smile as you imagine him leaning against the wall, holding the landline phone between his ear and shoulder as he gets a pen and paper to take notes in case it's some important shipment information.

"Ed, it's me" you huff out, and you can feel the smile from the other side of the receiver, he likes it when you call him at work, his heart picks up- maybe at the chance that he might have to sneak off upstairs into his apartment when you happen to have coordinated lunch breaks.

"Hey, witchy, I'm about to go on my lunch, I'll see you upstairs in five-" you're quick to interrupt him.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, I'm not on my lunch. I called you because I need your help" you're overwhelmed and don't seem to be in the mood for his shenanigans. You can sense his smile dropping immediately, a slow cast of concern washing over his face.

"What is it, baby?" his tone is suddenly muted, like a child that got scolded for talking too much from his teacher.

"We're understaffed. It's just me and Naradea right now, we need someone to do deliveries, we're incredibly backed up with them" You purse your lips together, hoping for a decisive 'yes' "I'll send you a list of addresses and I'll pay for gas and stuff, you just need to drive around town and deliver some packages- crystals, potions, the works" you huff out, half- stressed.

It takes him a second to think about it "Matt can cover me, I'll be over in a second lemme grab my truck and I'll meet you in the courtyard?" and you exhale a sigh of relief as he hangs up and gets his truck over to the back entrance of your store.

You run out, a couple small boxes in your hands "Thank you so much for doing this, I'll uh... make sure you're rewarded plenty tonight" you whisper against his cheek, placing a small kiss where the warm air of your breath hit.

He grows red at the seductive invitation, slightly growing somewhere else as well, unable to keep his head from reeling at the thought of what would be waiting for him tonight.

"Consider me intrigued" he smirks against your lips, taking the boxes from your hands and giving you a delicate kiss as he fills up the back of his truck with boxes.

You show him a clipboard with the names of the witches and their addresses "See, you've got Arla on Lombard, Clemensia on Castro, Athena and Arachne both on Third street and so on. They should be placed in order so you don't have to go back and forth around the city" you point at the purple colored page.

"Am I gonna get hit on by any of these ladies, 'cause if I am you gotta warn me- can't be too charming if they're trying to fuck me" he snickers, you hit him on the arm "ow," he moans.

"'Kay then" you take off your ring, the one with the sigil of Lilith that sits on your middle finger "give me your pinky, this will tell them that you're already spoken for"

You slip the ring on his pinky finger "Witchy if you wanted to propose to me this is a weird way to do it, y'know?" he laughs "Am I just cattle to you?" he moans dramatically as he gets in the car, rolling down his window.

"Cutest cattle I've ever seen" you scrunch your nose as you lean in the open window to give him a kiss "I'll see you tonight at mine?"

"You bet, and you can tell me more about that reward you were talking about" he smirks, puckering his lips for a kiss.

"I'll go home to sharpen my knives, then" you joke, biting your lip.

"Mmm, kinky" he caresses your forearm "See you tonight, gorgeous" he says, before driving off.

"Hello Ms. Arla, my name's Eddie I will be delivering your goodies for all your witchy needs today" he says, in his charming tone, as he watches the old lady reach into her pocket to give him a candy that seemed to be at least 50 years old. Grandmas are all the same after all.

"My god, Clemensia you look divine today" he flirts with a close friend of your aunt Hilda as she blushes and lightly smacks his arm. He offers her the box full of her deliveries "your witchy goodies m'lady" he bows and is not allowed to leave until he's had tea with her.

During his rounds he's offered treats, biscuits, readings of all kinds as he politely agrees, unable to say no to these nice ladies who all seem to know him by name.

His last delivery is someone named Aphra- he's never met her before, maybe a new addition to the 'witch community' as he calls it.

She ordered two boxes of stuff. He carries them up a steep flight of stairs and rings the doorbell.

Aphra isn't old, she isn't young- she looks ageless, and that, for some reason, scares Eddie.

"Lady- uh- Ms.- your witchiness- Aphra?" he stutters in a bout of embarrassment as he continues "my name's-"

"Edward. You're the young witch's human boyfriend" she hums "She got in a lot of trouble for allowing you to be a part of our world" He remembers you being deprived of your magic until your trial. Two months of seeing you mope around your apartment.

He wasn't sure what to say.

"Despite that you stuck by her, even through your bout of confusion. Let's call it you being... 'lost'" she snickers as she reaches into the pocket of her jacket, extracting a token made out of black metal.

"Bring this to your witch, as a token of my appreciation. Have a good evening, Edward" she brings the boxes inside with ease, and closes the door behind her.

He looks at the black token. Ridged with the sigil of the coven- three indented stars.

Eddie plays with it on the way to your house, rolling it on his leg, wondering what it might mean.

When he gets to your house, much to his dismay, he has to stop you from jumping on him. The curiosity is eating him alive. He shows you the black token, and all color seems to drain from your face.

"Holy shit" you utter "Holy shit!" a bit louder this time.

"Wha- what? What is it, witchy?" he asks, as you guide him on your purple couch. Your breath seems to be knocked from your lungs.

"Aphra is the head of the coven" you're playing with the indentations of the token, Eddie mentally cringes at the absolute shit first impression he made with what appears to be the madame president of all witches, or something like that.

"This token is her blessing" you have tears in your eyes, Eddie's still confused.

"Blessing for what?"

"Blessing to get married" you shrill, and Eddie's heart almost falls out of his ass.

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thinking about sith eddie again…

the first time he uses the force on you in the bedroom 😵‍💫🫠

mariah my lovely girl i always have sith eddie on the mind

i was half asleep when i wrote this so idk

this is 18+ minors go away

“again, proper stance this time” he says through gritted teeth, wielding his red saber. sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead, shedding his cloak on the ground as you kneel on the floor, defeated.

“i can’t do this, eddie” you pant curling into yourself, hands resting on your lap, the saber hilt lays on the shiny black floors.

“it’s not a request, it’s an order. get. up.” he steps towards you, his heavy boots make you shudder.

“you’re wasting your time” you mumble, tears streaking your red cheeks, the exertion showing itself on your back, heaving slowly.

“are you being stupid?” he booms, sheathing his saber as his hand raises. “how is it that my best student cannot keep up with me, huh?” you feel yourself lift up and off the ground as he wields the force, lifting you up against the wall, slamming you into it.

“i brought you here. you do not get to insult me and my teachings, after i made you like this” his face is so close to yours, his hot breath on your cheek as you struggle and try to get away.

“stop squirming. maybe you need to learn how to exercise some proper restraint” he mumbles against your lips, closing the gap between you two. his hands roam, over your robe, then under, as you keep on struggling against the invisible restraints. wanting to touch him, be near him.

“see, that’s what i mean. you’re impatient” he murmurs against the soft skin of your jaw as one hand makes its way under your robes “you need to be willing to wait, my dear padawan” he chuckles at that, finding the word funny in a situation like this.

pinned up against a wall with your masters hands under your robes? the line between teacher and student blurred by the hungry kisses he’s leaving on your neck.

you feel yourself dampen in between your legs, the need for you to get him to do something, anything is getting stronger as a hand creeps up your throat, but never touches it.

he laughs again, seeing you lean into his cupped hand “do i have to restrain you further? hm? you need to stop. moving.” he commands through gritted teeth while his hand narrows on your neck, the sides of it being squeezed by the force once again.

a guttural moan comes from the depths of your chest as his mouth curls into a wicked grin. “you like this” he murmurs, not a question, but a realization. you can’t help but nod.

his wandering hand finds a home in between your legs, settling on the dampness there, feeling what he does to you, as he slips a finger inside you without much warning. it makes you yelp at the feeling, you’re still getting used to the pleasurable ways of being his student.

but you tighten around him as he adds another, mind feeling dizzy at his ministrations.

“you want more, pet?” and he doesn’t even hesitate because with a quick movement of his hand he’s making you nod your head “say, yes master eddie i want more” and he’s laughing, a maniacal laugh as you repeat what he said like a little puppet, pulling at the strings of your desire.

“mmm such an obedient little plaything” he hums, but there’s cotton in your ears, fingers pumping in and out of you as you’re panting and moaning, despite the constriction in your throat.

“please, master” you croak out, needing him to send you over the edge, feeling a now familiar warmth in your belly begin to form, getting hotter and hotter with every thrust of his fingers, curling right on that spot that makes you go dizzy in his hands.

“please what, pet? what do you need?” he gives you a kiss on your shoulder, where the robe had come off, sliding down your arm, exposing more of your skin.

“please let me- ah” is all you can croak out as you feel the coil begin to snap.

“oh no you don’t” he takes out his fingers, a feeling of emptiness follows it as you’re left teetering on the edge.

you’re suddenly lifted down to the ground, the force no longer constricting your limbs and neck, feeling weak and dizzy, and maybe a little angry.

“restraint, my dear pet. it’s all about control, and you, right now, don’t have any” he whispers against your parted lips, tongue peeking out to nip at the skin as you lean into his touch.

“but master-” a hand in your hair interrupts you, he’s pulling it.

“pick up your saber, your form better be fucking perfect this time” he hums, there’s a calm to him as he unsheathes his saber.

you huff, doing as he says, but before you can begin he just says “maybe if your performance is good enough i’ll give you back what i just took from you” he says, snickering.

“and what’s that?” you ask, tilting your head.

“control” he chuckles as he comes at you once again.

he trains you in the ways of a sith lord in more ways than one.

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hiiii keeks!! i was wondering (and ofc you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to) does witchy have a backstory? like when i think of her i can’t help but think of practical magic (my fav movie <3) where the witches come from a witch lineage, and i was wondering if that’s the case for your witchy too?

also i absolutely love your witchy universe and your writing <3 thank you for sharing it with us!!

babe oh my god you have no idea what you just unlocked.

you are correct, witchy does come from a witch lineage, making her a sorceress (dnd taught me that there's a difference between a wizard/witch, a mage and a sorceress), she comes from a specific coven of all women, in which she got initiated at her first blood (original big woop), but not all covens have all women. like, in my brain witchy's parents- both born of magic- died when she was really young, fighting some kind of magic war and she gets taken in by her aunt in San Francisco when she's super young and they live in the apartment she currently lives in. Once reached a certain age, Hilda moves out and it's just witchy's apartment and she is taught to conceal her magic under oath (more on that in the new fic), but if you join the coven you are under oath to not let anyone know about your lineage. in my head there's two types of witch and witchy falls under the light witch category, seeing as she's just lovely and brings light all around, while dark witches dabble in more darker types of magic.

this is all the witchy lore i have for now, and yes aunt hilda is a nod to sabrina the teenage witch <3

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Hey cousin ☺️

For the end of year ask game,

2. a fic or two you still haven't read, but you're looking forward to it

12. a writer/artist on here who inspires you, but you've never told them

hi cousin!!!

2. a fic i haven’t ready yet cause i haven’t had the time and i wanna enjoy it it’s actually it’s coming on christmas by YOU hehehe it’s a long boy and i haven’t had the time to sit down with it but i’m so excited to get my heart ripped out of my chest hehe

12. i’ll tag y’all here cause there’s so many 🫣

@onegirlmanytales @reidsbtch @slutty-thevampireslayer @m0llygunn @aphrogeneias @raccoonboywrites @thornsnvultures

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OHMYGODDDD I LOVE WITCHT X EDDIE I AM DYING THE PLAYLIST THE MOODBOARD THE FICS AAHHHHHHHH I CANNOT SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW FIC I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!💜💜💜💜

dont mind me tagging u in every witchy moodboard i see<3

anyways u r doing amazing hope u have a great day/night!!💗💗💐

also would u mind if i tried to make a witchy x eddie moodboard? (its ok if u say no, no pressure🌷)

real gif of me reading ur fics ^

Ahhhh angel! thank you so much you have no idea how much this means to me. ofc you can make a moodboard and feel free to tag me in anything you want, i am always looking for inspiration with these two.

thank you so so so so much i am so excited to put it out i wish i could literally translate my brain on the page so it's quicker, i love my babies so much <3

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bestie i just finished “somewhere we can be alone” and i’m OBSESSED omg 😭😭😭 so so hot and fluffy at the same time! ngl while i was reading, i couldn’t help but think about eddie getting jealous of the actor who played romeo and seeing him and reader be all romantic on stage lmao

loved it sm!!! you and @reidsbtch are so talented 🥹❤️

pookie!!! i love u so much thank u for reading <3333

the jealousy thing was actually one of the things we discussed but jesus christ that fic was alr almost 8k too much yapping on our part

thank u baby i love u <333