#reblog<3

[anieswrld]

baby i’m yours e.m

Eddie munson x f!sinclair! reader

wc: 3.7k

warnings: reader is apart of hellfire, she DM’s with eddie, he doesn’t care what the little shits have to say, a little angst, eddie overthinking like he does, smoking, drug use, smut, overstimulation, squirting, praise kink (kinda), unprotected sex (be safe!)

a/n: black!reader gets eddie into michael jackson, argue with the fucking wall + enjoy the read <3

don’t steal, translate or, copy my work! reblogs are appreciated!

You sat at your designated lunch table, the hellfire club table. You poked the nasty school lunch with your fork, listening to whatever rant Eddie was on about. You only paid attention when he mentioned something about the meeting tonight.

“What do you mean Lucas can’t make it?” Eddie looked at Dustin and Mike, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. You already figured he wasn’t going to make it, you’re his sister after all but, you weren’t going to be the one to tell your over dramatic boyfriend that. 

“Well, me and Mike asked him about it– he has the championship game going on, we thought we could postpone..” Dustin speaks slowly,  eyes clenched shut, preparing for whatever the club members were going to spit at him. 

You roll your eyes at the yelling that rises from your friends, slamming your hands on the table. “Okay idiots, shut up! Me and Eddie have been working on this campaign for literal months. We can’t postpone, so dumb and dumber, you have the job to find a sub.” The boys looked at each other before looking at you.

“That means go find one! Now, idiots!” You pointed towards the cafeteria door, sending them on their wild goose chase. 

After they surprisingly won the sadistic campaign that you and Eddie drew up, the sub being your little sister Erica, you joined Eddie at his trailer to smoke a well earned joint. 

“Nice job today sweetheart.” He smiled, licking the paper to seal the joint. 

You sit up on your elbows, raising an eyebrow. “At lunch or the campaign?” 

He shrugs, chuckling softly. “Both I guess, without you I wouldn’t have been able to even bring vecna back into the campaign, that idea was all yours.” 

He passes you the lit joint, watching as you take the longest drag he’s ever seen you take, his deep brown eyes widen as you exhale without coughing. “Damn, wouldn’t have taken you as a person with sturdy lungs, princess.” 

You smile, passing it back to him, shrugging your shoulders, almost mockingly. “I smoke as much as I can, the guy I pick up from has this boat house he lets me smoke at, if i’m deeply in need.” 

Eddie stands up,clapping his hands dramatically, mouth wide open. He could be mad that you buy your weed from someone else, instead he’s happily surprised you both buy from the same guy. 

“Reefer Rick! He’s my supplier! Small world angel, small fucking world.” He smiles down at you, kissing your cheek. He’s still unsure how he never knew that you bought your drugs from Rick instead of him, but he’s not mad.

In that moment he remembers why he’s madly in love with you. He loves hanging out with you after school and after Hellfire Club and he promised himself he wouldn’t fall so hard when you started hanging out. Yet, here he is watching you with hearts in his eyes as you ramble on about how you met Rick in the first place. You had the boy completely whipped for you and you knew it.

His daydreaming gets cut terribly short when you remind him you need to be home, he simply nods, grabbing his van keys and leading you out to his beloved car. You usually stay the night at his place but lately you’ve been rushing to go home after every smoke sesh. He’s a bit nervous as to why you never stay out long anymore but he shakes it off, keeping his eyes on the road. 

He didn’t say much on the way to your house, Metallica playing extremely low for Eddie's taste, something he only does when you’re in the car because you can’t stand it when the music is blasting so loud you can’t hear your thoughts. He also doesn’t want to piss off your father by blasting that shit down your block. 

He says goodbye and all when he drops you off but drives home very lost with his thoughts. He doesn’t want to assume that you’re getting sick of him, but with his brain going at one hundred miles an hour constantly, he can’t help but overthink. 

His head is spinning so much that when he gets home, he actually throws up. After he brushes his teeth and strips to his boxers for bed, he glances at the walkie talkie you gave him in case he ‘misses you when you go’. God, he can hear it in your mocking tone, which makes him smile. But, he does actually miss you so he picks the device up and pulls the antenna up. 

“The freak to the princess, do you copy?” When you don’t answer right away he goes to put it back on his nightstand, assuming you went to bed, but at the last second he hears your voice. 

“The princess copies, sorry babe I was washing my face, what’s up?” Your voice was so soft and sweet, like, he could get a toothache from hearing it.

“Just wanted to talk to you, seems like you’ve been rushing to get home lately, is everything cool?” He sits back on his bed, back hitting the poster covered wall behind him, he bites his lip waiting for your answer.

You let out a sigh, sitting at your desk. “My dad’s on one of his warpaths, making sure I’m on track for graduation. He’s okay with us, that's not the problem,  I just have to keep up on school you know?”

He laughs, “I failed twice, I do know princess. And what do you mean by ‘he's okay with us” He says with a slight attitude, like your dad approving of him would have anything to do with you being with him. You weren’t one to listen or follow rules and he knows that. He doesn’t mean to be short with you but his brain was making him think you didn’t want to be with him anymore.

“Oh! He’s okay with us dating and such. He was happy to hear that you’re a good boyfriend, well after Lucas convinced him you weren’t ‘worshiping the devil’ or something like that.” You laughed, and he smiled for a second at the sweet sound, but then he remembers you totally blowing him off lately and his smile falters. If you listened just close enough you could hear his heart shatter, just a little though. He kept his cool though, not wanting to worry you or start a fight. 

“Well, sweetheart, don’t want you to get in trouble for talking to me all night, get some sleep, love you.” He mumbles, waiting for you to say it back to him before turning the walkie off. He doesn’t even fall asleep right away, he just stares off into space. 

The next few weeks were worse than awkward, you would try to plan the next campaign with him and he’d act distant or irritated. He was never like that with you, he had an especially soft spot for you so, you were lost. You desperately needed to know what stick was shoved up your boyfriends ass recently because everytime the other members would ask about the new campaign you couldn’t give them any answers because of the lack of work you’ve actually been doing. Plus, it was making you pissed off that he was acting like this. 

You sat at the abandoned table in the woods with him, trying to figure out his plans for this campaign but he had his walkman on and up all the way. You resorted to ripping his headphones right off, which the long haired boy didn’t react well to. 

“What the fuck?! I was listening to that!” His voice was full of venom, something that you never hear from him, you flinched when he reacted the way he did because he’d never yell, not at you. He didn’t want to be rude, not to you, but he’s fully convinced that you’ve been purposely ditching him which makes him unreasonably pissed off. 

“Okay, Munson. What the hell is your problem? These last few weeks you’ve been acting like I kicked your puppy.” You stood, arms almost flailing with your rant. “What’s your problem? And what the fuck did I do to deserve the shitty attitude lately?”

He sighs, looking at you. “It’s not that I’m trying to be a dick, it’s not that.” 

You furrow your brows, “Then what the hell is your issue? These past few weeks you’ve been incredibly short with me. If I did nothing, what’s up?”

“You’ve been blowing me off and I feel like you’re sick of me.” He sighs, rubbing his face with his hands. When the words leave his lips he now confirms how dramatic he’s being.

You nod, sitting back down, a little confused. “What? Eds, baby, I’m not sick of you. My dad just wants to make sure I’m not out every night. I promise.” You say, taking his hand into yours, your eyes telling him that you’re being genuine. 

He kisses your hand softly, pulling away for a second, “Okay princess I believe you.” He smiles, going back to kissing your hand.

You giggle, pulling your hand away.  “Okay can we please finish the next campaign? Mike is riding my ass about it and I may punch him if he asks about it again.” 

“Yeah let’s get started, sweetheart.” He grabs his notebook and starts jotting down any ideas you give him. 

After you spend about two weeks finishing the campaign, you’ve been so busy with homework that you haven’t had time to go see Eddie, which pains you a little bit. You sit on your bed, fiddling with the walkie wondering if you should try to reach him. You decide against it, putting it down and going back to the homework from today that you’ve barely touched since you got home. 

After you finally finish all of your work your dad stops at your open door, knocking to get your attention. “Me and your mother are going out, watch over Erica for us? Lucas is at Mikes.” 

You nod, smiling, “Of course dad, have a good time.” Once you hear them leave, you check on your sister, who’s doing just fine before going back to your room, you hear your walkie make some noise so you pick it up and pull the antenna out. You assumed it was your brother trying to reach you since he’s been calling you nonstop on the landline.

“Jesus, what do you need now?” You scoff and hear a dramatic gasp that did not belong to your brother. 

“Oh sweetheart, you wound me.” You can see the shit eating grin on Eddie's face, you know him too well.

You chuckle softly as you roll onto your stomach, “Sorry Eds, thought you were Lucas, he’s being a little shit tonight.” 

“Ah got it, I was wondering if you were busy tonight?” He asks with a hopeful twinge to his voice. 

You pout glancing at Erica's room before answering him, “Sorry I’m on Erica duty tonight, Lucas and my parents are out. Did you need somethin’ baby?”

“Oh just your pretty face and about two joints. Haven't met up since Hellfire, so I’ve been missing you a little.” You hear him start his van, probably to get beer or something. 

“I’ve been missing you too, but I can't leave Erica and I still have a shit ton of homework to finish.” You whine, sitting up, starting to pace around your room. 

“Oh honey,” He sighs, “Lady applejack can handle herself for a few hours, can’t she?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice as he sits in his van. 

You bite your lip, walking to Erica's room pushing the door fully open. “Hey Erica, will you be good here alone for a few hours?” You forget that your finger is still on the button, which makes Eddie able to hear everything. 

You anxiously await your sister's answer, watching her turn to look at you. “I’ll be okay alone for fifty dollars.” She holds her hand out, waiting patiently. 

“Fifty dollars? Are you fucking serious, how about thirty?” You negotiate, giving her the stern look your mom would’ve given her. 

She thinks for a moment, tapping her fingers on her leg, “Fine, if mom and dad come home and I have to cover for your ass it goes up to fifty. Got it?” You smile, fishing the money from your pocket and handing it to her. 

“You got it, I’ll take you and Tina to the movies and dinner next week, extra for your kind actions.” You smile, closing her door a little, walking back to your room. You sit on your bed putting the walkie up to your mouth again.

“I’m in the clear Eds, you can come get me.” Your grin hasn’t left your lips as you pull on a hoodie and some different shorts. 

“Oh I heard you angel, you paid an eleven year old thirty bucks to hang out with little old me?” He laughs, almost mocking you. 

“Shut up Munson. Are you almost here? I somehow miss that stupidly handsome face for yours.” You retort, walking down to the living room to wait for him. 

“Oh sweetheart, you know you miss me more than you let on. By the way, I’m already on your block, you were coming with me no matter what Erica said.” He turns the walkie off as he pulls up to your house, you do the same with yours, practically running outside and hopping in his van. 

When you get in you don’t hear the same ‘Metallica’ or ‘Ozzy’ that’s usually playing. Instead you hear Micheal Jackson's, Pretty Young Thing playing softly, you totally forgot your cassette in his van when you left your Walkman a few weeks back. 

You smile softly looking at him. “You’re playing my tape?” You grab his hand that’s not on the steering wheel, kissing his knuckles.

“Um I- yeah, we always listen to my music, so I wanted to switch it up I guess. Plus, Michael’s growin’ on me. How does this one go, honey?” He starts, looking over at you before turning the volume up and singing along terribly, “I want to love you, pretty young thing, you need some lovin’!”

“T.L.C,” You chime in with him, “Tender love and care!” 

“And I’ll take you there, girl, ooh!” You finish together when he pulls up to lovers lake, turning the volume down. 

You laugh, looking into his soft brown eyes as his lips curl up into a smile. “Munson, I never played this one for you, you learned this on your own? For me?” You ask as his hand cups your cheek. 

“It’s pretty catchy, sweetheart. Anything you like, I will most likely love. I’ll love it because you do.” He chuckles, kissing your lips for a second, when he tries pulling away you pull him back into a deeper kiss. 

“I’ve been so busy lately, I need you Eds.” You aren’t even sure what you mean necessarily, but he does. 

“Climb in the back, pretty.” He motions to the back of his van that you decorated with carpet, lights and a few posters. You climb to the back, way more effortlessly than you did the first few dates you had in the back of the van. He follows, laying beside you, running his hand up your thigh. He notices your thigh quiver as his calloused fingers feather up your thigh. 

“Tell me what you want me to do, angel. How can I help?” He whispers in your ear, kissing the skin under it softly. 

You want to speak, you know what you want to say but all that comes out is a quiet whimper, to which Eddie shakes his head at. “I said tell me, did I not? Use your words, sweetheart.” 

You look up at him when he pulls his face away from your neck, you bite your lip before meeting his request for you to vocalize his needs. “I want– I need you to touch me, please?” 

He runs his fingers over your cunt which is covered by a pair of very annoying shorts and panties in his opinion, “So polite, how could I ever resist?” He smirks before taking your shorts and panties down in one go. He gently spreads your legs running his thumb over your clit, making your whole body shudder. He teasingly slips the tip of his fingers in your entrance. 

“So wet and I’ve barely touched you, missed me that bad, princess?” He chuckles, finally slipping his fingers all the way in, curling in a delicious way that makes your back arch in delight. 

“Fuck Eds– please don’t stop.” You moan out needily, moving your hips to meet his fingers. He continues to tease your clit with his thumb, admiring how cute you look under him. He also admires how you clench around his fingers when he thrusts his fingers at his cruel pace. 

He lifts your chin up to look at him with his free hand. “Oh angel,” he starts with a smile completely opposite to how his fingers moved, “I wasn’t planning on it.”

You whimper out incoherent words, already feeling fucked out. Eddie was the only person that made you feel this good. He made your body shake with every orgasm he rips from your body. 

“Eddie please–I’m cumming– fuck!” You nearly shouted as you came around his ring clad fingers, he pulled them out with a smile, putting them to your lips. “Taste yourself baby, c’mon.” He urged, watching you intently as you sucked on his fingers, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Mmm,” You whine in delight after tasting yourself, he takes his fingers out of your mouth, fishing in his pocket for a condom. He sighs when he realizes he didn’t have one, looking at you. “M’sorry princess, I forgot to bring one.”

You sit up a little, looking into his eyes with that look that makes him do almost anything you request. “Cum inside me Eds. I’m on birth control. Please, haven’t felt you inside in ages.”

He groans, fumbling with his belt, eventually getting it off along with his jeans. “Sweetheart, when you ask like that, how could I ever say no?” He smiles, ridding of his boxers and trademark hellfire shirt. He rubs his tip along your entrance, smiling at how needy you sound for him.

“Eddie please, want it so bad, been touchin’ myself thinking about it, please.” You beg and fuck he can’t deny you when you let him in on what you’ve been doing when you can’t see him. He slides his cock in, earning a gasp from you, something Eddie never gets tired of when he fucks you. He grips your hips hard enough to leave marks from his rings. 

He starts off slow and hard, groaning softly. He can’t help but get lost in the sound of your moans every time he thrusts into you. You almost blush at the pornographic sound of your cunt everytime he moves. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, such a pretty pussy all wet f’me hm?” He groans as he leans down to kiss your neck. 

“Mhm, only for you Eds, all yours…” You breathe out as he speeds up, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder so he’s fucking you much deeper than before. 

“Feel how deep I am baby? Tell me how good I’m fucking you baby…” He moans out, sucking multiple marks onto your neck.

“So– fuck– so good baby, fuckin’ me so good.” You pull on his hair, whimpering out nonsense about how close you were, and with that mouth of yours, he was too. 

He’s fucking into you so fast that his van is rocking, he groans, playfully biting your calf. “C’mon baby, cum f’me, wanna see you cum on my cock angel.” He insists, your body spasms and your back arches as you gush around him, leaving his stomach and your thighs wet with your release. 

“Holy fucking shit baby– fuck i’m cumming.” He doesn’t have time to process what just happened before he’s spilling into you with a deep groan. Once you both come down from your euphoric highs, he carefully pulls out, using an extra hellfire shirt to wipe you both off. He helps you get dressed after he does, kissing your shoulders. 

“Did so good, angel. You alright?” He asks, cupping your cheeks in his hands. 

You nod, looking up at him. “Mhm, I'm okay, that was really…good.” You giggle, kissing him quickly. 

“Didn’t know my dick was good enough to make you cum like that though, sweetheart.” He smiles, opening the door to his van and lighting a cigarette. 

You climb out so your standing in between his legs, rolling your eyes at how blunt and cocky he was. “Oh shut up, Munson.” 

“Only if you kiss me, then yes, I will be quiet as a mouse.” He smiles at you as you lean in and kiss him softly. The sweet moment was cut off by your little sister yelling on the walkie. 

“You are in deep shit! I covered for you so well, I want one hundred bucks or I’m telling dad everything!” As you hear your sister shout at you, your eyes widen.

“Shit, I forgot about Erica.” You sigh as Eddie laughs softly. 

You arrive home shortly after Erica's outburst, walking in your house. You saw your parents in the kitchen smiling at you. 

“Was Lucas okay? Erica said you had to go over there.” Your mom spoke softly, you were very conflicted at Erica’s lie, but didn’t blow your cover. 

“Yeah they needed some snacks, It took awhile because the only store open this late was a town over, I brought my walkie so Erica could reach me if she needed me.” You smile, saying goodnight to your parents before walking to your room, shutting your door softly.

You lay on your stomach calling Eddie on the channel he reserved for you. “Edward Munson. You better fucking copy.” 

“The princess beckons?” He asks, toying with his hair.

“Erica's cover worked, but my dad totally caught the hickeys you left.” You whisper yell, you wanted to tell him off in person, but this couldn’t wait. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry baby, but I’m really not.” He chuckles, waiting for your response.

“You’re so lucky I love you Eddie.” You seethe over the walkie, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, yes I am.”

[sleepygaymerdisease]

[wizard-laundry]

heeppy hoolida

[girlfictions]

something i’ve been thinking about lately is like. growing up muslim right after 9/11 is something i’d never really reflected on much because it was all i’d ever known — at 5, my friend’s mum didn’t let her invite me to her birthday party because i was the only brown girl in our class, at 12, my classmates would joke about my family being part of isis, at 16, my dad was interrogated by american airport security for hours — and it always stung and it always hurt but it was just the way things were because the western world hated muslims. but i don’t think i’ve ever fully comprehended the extent to which we were hated until now.

palestine is being turned into a mass graveyard. every single day there are new photos of the atrocities being carried out against them and videos of them pleading for help and still those who can actually intervene turn a blind eye. israel is claiming to only be targeting hamas “terrorists” while bombing a refugee camp. israeli police raided and assaulted a non-zionist jewish neighbourhood. israeli soldiers are posting tiktoks of them torturing captured palestinians. this is not a complicated issue and it never has been. ethnic cleansing is being committed right in front of us. and yet the western world leaders refuse to call for a ceasefire.

and while zionist organisations accuse pro-palestine demonstrations of anti-semitism, while zionist celebrities insist that they’re afraid to leave their mansions in los angeles, a six year old muslim boy was stabbed to death and his mother wounded in the same attack in chicago. a muslim doctor was murdered while sitting outside her apartment complex in texas. hundreds of peaceful protesters have been arrested (many of whom have been jewish). despite what zionists want you to believe, this is not a jewish/muslim conflict. i have so much love and gratitude to my brave jewish brothers and sisters all over the world who are condemning israel for their actions.

ultimately, israel have been granted impunity by the west. they have slaughtered thousands upon thousands of innocent palestinians. they have bombed hospitals and schools indiscriminately. they have used white phosphorus, violating the geneva convention. they have completely eradicated nearly 900 bloodlines. how many more need to be wiped out? how many more children need to be buried underneath the rubble? how many more doctors need to be confronted with the bodies of their own family members? how many more journalists need to detail the horrific acts of violence they are witnessing? what more can be done to the palestinian people that has not been done already?

i truly believe that palestine will be free one day. i believe the palestinian people will receive the justice they finally deserve. but what breaks my heart is how much they have suffered and will continue to suffer before they are deemed worthy of help. and it would be to all of our detriment if we ignored how much of a factor palestine being a predominantly muslim state has played into the way the world has reacted to their genocide.

[hearty-an0n]

if i was orpheus i just wouldn't have turned around lol

[duckdotimg]

Got tired of seeing moeblob young catgirls. Give me butch and GNC catladies in their 40s and 50s (more will be drawn)

[corgiteatime]

I love seeing people call whatever is going on between Astarion and Gale as "toxic old man yaoi."

Because if you told them about it, Gale would look sad and say, "Toxic is a bit of a strong word. Everyone in this group has their own issues and-"

Meanwhile, the 200+ year old vampire shaking with rage behind him would shriek, "OLD?!?!?!"

[siarven]

Saw this post by @doppelnatur how dandelions are pretty good trans symbols and got inspired! Happy pride everyone 🏳️‍⚧️

[winedark-maverick]

i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

[morganpdf]

Lost my fucking mind at a red light today

turning off reblogs bc im tired of terfs in my notes. anwyays trans people are sooo much cooler and sexier than cis people but especially terfs. bye

[sjoongki]

ramadan mubarak to all those who are observing. may this holy month soothe all of the aches lingering in your heart, wash away whatever burdens that may be weighing you down, reward you for all of the sacrifices that you have had to make in order to survive, shine light through whatever darkness that has made you doubt your place in this world, and grant you the inner peace, genuine happiness, and relief that you have been praying so patiently for.

[abstractfrog]

There's something on this ship that's so bad the TARDIS ran away?

[rabid-transcendentalist]

[finleycannotdraw]

No Place Like Home

Sometime after everything, Mobius ends up in Don’s place on the timeline and settles in. Loki is slowly but surely figuring out a way to leave the tree for longer periods of time. He wasn’t sure if Mobius would remember him, but loves him too much to stay away entirely even if he didn’t.

But Mobius does remember him, and his script flies out the window.

—

I’m so utterly obsessed with these guys,,,, they just need to be silly dads in suburban cleveland,,,

for some reason I could not find any reference pictures for the kids? that’s why they’re a bit less fleshed out than loki and mobius. plus I don’t usually draw children, so 🤷‍♂️

I might have to make this a continuing au because my need for domestic fluff is already outweighing my need for sleep