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Spencer Reid fic Recs!

fics I read almost on a daily! also don’t forget to show your affection to all the fics and give them a like and comment your love. also don’t forget to check out the authors because they’ve written all these BEAUTIFULLY!

nsfw alphabet ➵ @radiant-reid

ace ➵ @gubler-me-up

summary ➵ Can I get a one shot for the episode 52 pickup with Spencer x female reader? Like with the scene specifically where Spencer is trying to hand out the flyers but none of the woman take one, but reader approaches him to take one along with his number or something? Whatever else your mind can come up with please.

talk some sense to me 2 ➵ @sinfulspencer

summary ➵ Y/N confessed to JJ that she always been in love with Spencer but he never noticed her, too busy focusing on someone else. During a case, they are all held as hostages and JJ confesses her love for him.

unbelievable but verified ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ The BAU's newest member comes prepared to join the team with a tiny crush on the man who wrote her three favorite thesis papers.

so, so sorry ➵ @mggswhorificlover

summary ➵ when spencer gets back from a long case, he needs to let out some frustrations the best way he knows how. only, he didn’t know how tough your week had been as well…

letting go ➵ @mggswhorificlover

summary ➵ when spencer comes back from prison, there’s no doubt he’s changed, especially in the bedroom. 

found ➵ @everyonesfavoritepipecleaner

summary ➵ which Spencer finds a whole lot more than a book

what plot ➵ @moon-light-jukebox

summary ➵ Reader is a new member to the team who has developed a slight crush on one of her co-workers. She also has a proclivity for reading certain kinds of books. What happens when our favorite speed reader takes a peak over her shoulder? 

a memorable hero ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ Y/n jumps into the arms of a random FBI agent when she unknowingly talks to a creepy unsub.

broken paradise ➵ @skiller0dani

summary ➵ you run into an ex boyfriend during an interrogation. except it's you being interrogated, and it's your ex boyfriend doing the interrogating.

germs ➵ @moon-light-jukebox

summary ➵ Reader is sure the resident BAU genius doesn’t like her, but she’s not sure why. But even if he did like her, he’s a germaphobe, so he wouldn’t be comfortable with the things she wants to do to him...would he?

hotch’s daughter 2 3 ➵ @pinkcoffeecup

summary ➵ When Y/n Hotchner comes back from collage, Spencer finds himself  thinking a little too much about his bosses daughter. And despite Morgan’s attempts to talk Spencer down from pursuing the young girl, he just can’t help himself.

broken pieces ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ things have gotten bad between Y/N and Spencer so much where she’s seeing a therapist and it doesn’t get much better after she speaks to him.

just my type ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ A pretty girl in a bar mistakes Spencer for someone else. Luckily, he's just her type and she's very impressed by his facts.

houston, we do not have a problem ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ Doctor Y/n Reid's call with NASA takes a different turn when Spencer decides to have some fun with her. Based on this request

and I’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) ➵ @samuel-de-champagne-problems

summary ➵ Spencer and Reader are forced to share a room, but can't resist falling into old patterns, even though it's dangerous and just might break them.

old prison blues ➵ @skiller0dani

summary ➵ when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

the perils of eavesdropping ➵ @moon-light-jukebox

summary ➵ Reader is the newest member of the BAU and she is fascinated by a member that was just released from prison. Dr. Spencer Reid keeps her at a distance...but why? One day reader overhears something that hurts her feelings. Knowing what she knows now...what is she supposed to do?

this vast empty space ➵ @literaila

summary ➵ I’ve had this idea floating in my head after watching some One Tree Hill and Criminal Minds one day👀 what if the reader and Spencer have a child together but things are getting a little rocky with reader and Spence and they’re arguing so Spencer spends a lot of time at JJ’s with his child and JJ’s kids and one day the reader doesn’t let her child do something so they get mad and say they wish JJ was their mom🥺 but somehow a fluffy ending? Idk🗿 

flick, flick, burn ➵ @literaila

summary ➵ Can i request a fic where the reader and spencer are dating and the reader believes that spencer if in love with jj so she distances herself from him??? and garcia finds out and reassures her?? sorry if this doesn’t make sense but thank u if you do decide to write it!😊

the sleep chronicles ➵ @reidsacademia

summary ➵ Three times Spencer needed sleep.

purple dress ➵ @foxy-eva

summary ➵ Spencer and his coworker Fem!Reader have a friends-with-benefits agreement. When he tries to end it, she shows him what he is missing out by putting on an alluring purple dress in an attempt to seduce him.

swooping in ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ Spencer accidentally, unknowingly takes the girl Morgan's trying to get to go home with him

confidential information ➵ @gubler-me-up

summary ➵ Can I have a doc with maybe Spencer season 1-2, where the team thinks he’s a virgin and doesn’t have a girlfriend but then they find out he does.

a gamble of feelings ➵ @reidslibrarybook

summary ➵ A tipsy night playing poker leads to an unexpected revealing of well-kept secrets.

smells fishy ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ Out of place perfume and cologne give away a secret relationship of the BAU.

perfect shade ➵ @boldlyvoid

summary ➵ After prison, the bureau's concerned for Spencer's mental well-being... so they assign him a Personal Assistant who takes the job of making sure he's "settling in" too seriously.

space ➵ @literaila

summary ➵ who knows overhearing a conversation between your boyfriend and friend could lead to miscommunication with things.

the public eye 2 ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ Spencer gets closer to a famous actress, discovering they're incredibly similar and she really likes him

tranquillement ➵ @spencerreidat3am

summary ➵ Spencer's first night home from prison is complicated

the only way home ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ Mad at her boyfriend, Y/n has a little too much to drink and Spencer takes her home.

let me love you ➵ @sinfulspencer

summary ➵ Spencer takes care of his girlfriend after a bad day at work.

rough patch ➵ @leahblackk

summary ➵ A rough patch could break your heart, and break your lover’s too.

mine ➵ @boldlyvoid

summary ➵ all she needs to do is give a witness statement at the station, she ends up taking care of the sweet agent who put his life on the line to avenge her sister.

stork song ➵ @imagining-in-the-margins

summary ➵ Spencer and reader decide to get pregnant after suffering a miscarriage. It can be angsty, fluffy, smutty. I'd just love to read it.

we’re pregnant ➵ @dr-spencer-reids-queen

summary ➵ When you start showing symptoms of being sick, Spencer goes out of his mind to take care of you. When those symptoms turn to something else, he doesn’t know how to react.

it’s only you ➵ @patheticdarling

summary ➵ The aftermath of the Date Night (S15E6/No Max, just Reader). Reader is feeling really insecure about her and Spencer’s relationship after the heated kiss between Cat and him so Spencer goes the extra mile to reassure her just how much he loves her. 

tis the dam season ➵ @reidsacademia

summary ➵ The one where you go home for the holidays and meet up with your long distance booty call.

the statistical probability of falling in love ➵ @reidscanehand

summary ➵ Spencer Reid is doubtful of the statistical probability of falling in love until he meets the BAU’s new communications liaison, Y/N. Thus begins a relationship and a story of healing, growing, and finally finding the statistical probability of finding a happy ending. 

seeking comfort ➵ @gubler-me-up

summary ➵ hi! not if you've done this already but can i get one where spencer lays in between the reader's legs?? you can choose between him eating the reader out or just falling asleep there or something idk

who’s your daddy 2 3 4 5 ➵ @gubler-me-up

summary ➵ Can I request one where the reader is like Hotch’s daughter and her and Spencer hook up but he doesn’t know until she walks in one day looking for her dad.

secrets and onesies ➵ @wheelsup

summary ➵ which spencer is hiding two secrets from you. one, that he knows you’re pregnant, and two, that he’s more than ready for it.

a fairytale in vegas ➵ @writer-in-theory

summary ➵ co-workers reader and spencer were relieved to get some time away from each other over the holidays, so they're in for a surprise when their mothers let them know they'll all be spending christmas together.

the girl in the bar ➵ @radiant-reid

summary ➵ None of the team can understand why Y/n isn't into Morgan or Emily so they're shocked when she kisses Spencer

all you need ➵ @reidslibrarybook

summary ➵ You’ve been hiding your feelings from him, pushing him away and shutting him out ever since you found out about your odds of having a baby. There had to be some way he could let himself in, some way for the both of you to come to terms with what’s become.

red vault ➵ @writer-in-theory 

summary ➵ red (taylor's version) is being released on november 12th, and i have never been so excited. this album meant so much to me when it was first released and i want to do something fun to celebrate it now. soo i'm going to do a countdown to the release day and post a new fic for each song on the original album. most won't be connected to each other. this will officially start on october 25th.

Til death do us part ii ➵ @sortagaysortahigh

summary ➵ Spencer Reid’s found in Mexico, accused of murder, drug possession, and the intent to distribute. His wife and FBI Agent-Nefeli Thalia Reid-goes through different stages of grief while the team works to get him back to the States. 

how you get the girl ➵ @mischiefmanaged71

summary ➵ Spencer is stumped by his work crush and finding a way to ask her out so he enlists the help of the team.

extra credit ➵ @lyrelyretheresmeninthathorse

summary ➵ Reader visits Spencer at his office and inadvertently discovers that some of his students are interested in more than his seminars.

the story of us ➵ @boldlyvoid

summary ➵ Stories you already know, with a twist.

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Please ask to be tagged in the Jealous!Eddie Munson x Reader smut! I promise it’s worth it <3

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A tiny little blurb that went through my head because everyone keeps talking to me about Dom Eddie......

He'd be a perv, nasty, mean, and such a tease. Huge daddy kink and I'd picture him with a shy and innocent girl. Total pink bedroom with stuffed animals.....

"and this one is for when I sleep. That's all of them!" She explained with a smile

Eddie's brown eyes looking at each stuffed animal, now knowing the names of every single one. He already knew what question he was going to ask, that's the only reason why he sat through the list. He wanted to see her squirm and bite her lip in nerves

"daddy's got a question baby" he said, a teasing smirk already on his lips

"yes?" She nodded, a small smile on her face

"which one do you tuck underneath yourself and rub that pretty pussy on?"

He loved the way her eyes went huge and she looked away fast. Her teeth already eating at her lip

"what? No...none" her voice shook as she played with the bear in her hands

Eddie smirked as she grew more nervous, moving himself closer. Forcing her to smell him and feel his warmth just inches away

"now pretty girl. Why lie? I know for a fact one of these stuffed animals has your cum all over it, so tell daddy which one it is" his voice deep as he got his face very close to hers. Taking the small bear out of her lap

"I don't..." She trialed off, still refusing to make eye contact with him

Her thighs clenched when she heard him growl, his hand roughly grabbing her jaw, forcing her to look in his direction

"what happens when bad girls refuse to listen? What does daddy do to them?"

She tried to keep the whimper in her throat

"he..he punishes them" she squeaked out

Her eyes were already glossy with tears and filled with lust

Eddie smirked once he saw the first tear drop

Her hand slowly reached for another bear, pushing it against Eddie's hard cock as she continued to look in his eyes

Once he felt the soft stuffed animal against his jeans he looked down. Smirking even bigger when she passed over the bear. The exact one he got her on their first date

"you hump the bear daddy got you? Like to pretend it's him?" He teased

"stop it" she whined, trying to get her jaw out of his grasp but he refused

"whine and beg for him too? I bet you hump it so hard you lose your breath. Does your bed bang into the wall? Do you shake as you cum? Do you cum right here on the nose?" He mocked, his tongue licking the small black nose on the animal. Then Inhaling the bear's fur

She could feel her embarrassment deep in her bones but also felt how wet her underwear has become

"yes daddy" she whimpered. Everything he said was true, she hated how well he knew her

"how many times do you rub your pussy on it?" His eyes questioning her and he glared

"not a lot" she lied, praying he didn't catch on the way her voice shook

"lying again? Because I think the second you feel the tiniest drop of wetness in your underwear, you strip down and you hump this bear. Because I know how much of a little horny slut my girl becomes" his teasing made her more and more hot

"okay fine! Yes I do" she snapped

It wasn't like he didn't sit at home and masterbate all the time. Why did he have to tease her so bad?

Eddie smirked at the answer, throwing down the bear as he stood up. Easily removing his shirt, jeans and boxers.

Sitting himself back on her bed, head against the headboard

She eyed his naked body with need and want. Mouth already watering and preparing to beg

"you wanna hump your bear? Daddy's going to too, see what it's all about" he mocked, grabbing the bear and slowly rubbing it on his cock

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JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON in “The Dive” [ 04.06 ]

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Jean Harlow / publicity photo for MGM by George Hurrell, c. 1933.

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New Age Manifesting vs. spellwork manifesting

New Age (law of attraction! karma punishes your enemies for you! activate your chakras to limit 5g interference! your thoughts are reality! starseeds!) has a concept called manifesting.

Within the realm of practical sorcery, we also use the word manifesting.

But these two words mean different things, and I think it can be really confusing. So I'm going to try and take a stab at delineating these concepts. Especially the sorcery portion is based on how I see people using the word.

New Age: Manifesting is a part of New Age dogma. It's a religious belief with various factors at play. In New Age,

Manifesting is the belief that you are able to bring things into your life only using the power of your thoughts.

Your thoughts must be positive.

Your thoughts must be aligned with your "true purpose" or "highest calling."

Negative or unhappy thoughts may limit your ability to manifest.

Your personal level of spiritual development will limit how well you are able to manifest.

Manifesting is often an ongoing process, akin to a spiritual or holy state of mind that should be maintained as often as possible.

In New Age, "I manifested that" = "I wanted that, and I believe I got it because I am spiritually worthy."

In other words, manifestation is a grading of how close you are to fulfilling your "true purpose" in accordance with a living and benevolent universe. The better you do at upholding tenants such as Positivity and Living Your Truth, the more the universe rewards you.

(Please note that having an inborn purpose, being rewarded for aligning to an inborn purpose, and that the universe is capable of such a thing as co-creation are also just beliefs)

Sorcery: Manifesting is a technical term referring to whether or not a working of magic has influenced our world.

A spell or any working of magic is referred to as having been manifested when its influence has become apparent.

A working has manifested whether or not the manifestation was in line with the spellcaster's intent. "I cast a banishing spell on my boss, but when it manifested I just lost my job instead."

A working is manifesting when the spellcaster is confident the working is underway or when early signs of influence become apparent. "I think my money spell is manifesting - I got a call from the bank saying they're looking into those charges."

In sorcery, "I manifested that" = "I cast a spell for that and I believe the spell worked."

Unlike the New Age concept, sorcerous manifestation usually does not refer to the process of creation, but rather the end results of a prior working.

However, I also sometimes see New Age manifestation adopted as a style of sorcerous spellwork.

In other words, people who ostensibly do not practice New Age sometimes work with a style of magic they call "manifesting," which seems to mostly refer to thinking about a desired goal very intensely with the intent that their will becomes reality.

This practice seems divorced from New Age concepts such as positivity and the law of attraction.

In sorcery, other words are sometimes used instead of manifestation. Conjure is relatively common ("I conjured that money"). Plain language is also sometimes used ("my working was successful." "My spell got me what I wanted").

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Alexa, play Unholy

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Bucky + whatever the fuck he’s doing with his face (Part 2)

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I love her

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Daddy Steve coming up behind you in the kitchen and whispering in your ear “If I get them to sleep, will you please ride my cock real good tonight?”. His whole body is pressed firmly against you and you can smell his familiar scent and his hands are warm and strong on your tummy so you just stutter “yea- yes daddy I will”. The mother fucker just about skips out of the kitchen to put the kids to sleep.

i’m so…… bruh

ur doing something like idk getting the kids lunch ready for tomorrow or something and he skulks in behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around you and he’s whispering in your ear like ‘please angel? 🥺’ and you just bite your lip and stutter out the ‘yes daddy’ and steve has never put the kids to bed so fast or so successfully before and next you know he’s tossing the kids lunch in the fridge and having you ride him all night long on the couch as he’s whimpering and whining so desperately

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I very much love the idea of steve with a shy! girlfriend because he is SUCH a caretaker and loves to look after her. I feel like he is also casually dominant in their relationship - he always has a protective hand on her, speaks for her when she’s overwhelmed, knows her triggers… and god forbid anyone say anything about his girl. I just think he would thrive in a relationship where he feels as though he is protecting her and serving a “greater purpose” does that make sense?!

babe, it makes perfect sense!!!!!!!! i’m so painfully shy so i always think about this

steve is such a protective person, he loves so hard and he cares so much, so as soon as you met him you gravitated towards his dominant, caring nature… the way he’s almost parental, how perceptive he is to your feelings, how accepting of your shyness he is— he finds it endearing really!

so you become friends fast and fall for each other faster, and steve is always looking for ways to make your life easier and happier and brighter, to shower you with love and attention, and it flusters you so badly! steve loves how giggly you get when he’s extra sweet to you, trying to hide your pretty face from him, and he lives to see you smile. he’s so in love. fully believes you two are soulmates. your stevie dotes on you and spoils you the way he knows you like and peppers kisses all over you and is so affectionate, doesn’t allow you to doubt your relationship or his love for you for even a second, he orders for you because he knows that’s something that gives you anxiety, he viciously defends you if someone is rude, he helps you get out of your shell as much as you’re comfy with, always tells you how proud he is of you and praises you. stevie is just so happy that he finally found his person, and that you love/spoil/adore/appreciate him just as much as he does you, that you praise him and hold him and love on him just as much as he does you. you’re his perfect match, his favorite person in the whole world, his angel. you two are definitely both touch starved for the other — you because you’ve perhaps never had romantic validation before given how shy and reserved and introverted you are, and steve because he’s never had someone that truly loves and appreciates him and isn’t using him to pass the time or for sex — so you’re both clingy and touchy and so unbelievably happy to be together, y’know? like you truly found your perfect match and there’s no fear of coming on too strong or of showing too much affection or being too needy, you’re both just right for each other.

oh! and everyone in town knows you’re steve’s girl and that he’s totally whipped for his girl, anyone interested in him is so jealous of you because steve only has eyes for you and let’s be honest he’s the perfect boyfriend blueprint to you.

i just love steve finally receiving the love he deserves from his shy! gf and the two just being so good and perfect for each other 😌😌😌

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Yule blessings to everyone!

Also know as Yuletide/Winter Solstice, we celebrate the longest night and shortest day of the year. After the solstice the sun will return slowly, and days are going to be longer again.

Celebrate with family and friends, reflect on the past year and make plans for the coming year!

Correspondences for Yule: 🎄Symbols | Yulelog, tree, witch yule balls, fire, candles, holly, mistletoe, pinecones, deers, snow, garlands, wreaths, bells, lights. 🎄Colors | White, silver, gold, blue, red, green, burgundy. 🎄Spells | Planning/new beginnings, blessing, family/hearth, love, reflecting. 🎄Crystals | Clear quartz, citrine, snow quartz, snowflake obsidian, bloodstone, ruby. 🎄 Herbs and flowers | Peppermint, sage, cinnamon, anise, pine, rosemary, ginger. 🎄Food | Apple pies, cakes, cookies, meats, nuts, gingerbread, chocolate, egg nog. 🎄Activities | Make wreaths, yulelog, bake for family and friends, go for a walk in nature, light candles, decorate your Yuletree, reflect on the past year, decorate your space and altar.

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Petition for men to have shower scenes in horror movies more.

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Blame it on my wild heart

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being bold and deciding to make the first move by kissing his rings before you push his hand up your skirt 🤭

Distracted

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

You're a friend of Robin's whose been in his world peripherally for a while. Like you've gone to the same parties and you've hung out at Family Video and seen him when he brought the teens in to see Steve after Hellfire sessions. You've only hung out in groups and your conversations, though extremely flirty, have been pretty surface level.

But you've got a thing for the quirky metalhead. Not only is he a fucking babe, but he also seems genuinely sweet and is very funny. When you bring this up to Robin, however, you aren't prepared for how she lights up, telling you that Eddie's been asking about you, too. Ever the matchmaker, Robin pushes you into a plot that makes it so that you and Eddie end up alone at his place on a Saturday night (initial group plans are bailed on last minute by all the teens who were threatened within an inch of their life not to actually show up).

Eddie seems unfazed by this turn of events and takes it in stride, cracking open a six pack for the two of you to share and throwing on a horror movie.

"If you want to bail, too, that's cool," he lets you know, even as you plop down beside him on the couch, beer in hand. He's got a self-deprecating smile on his face. "I'm sure hanging out alone with the town freak wasn't exactly on your agenda this week."

"Don't presume to know my agenda, Munson," you tsk, feigning a frown that is already curling around the edges into the smile you can't suppress. "You know how type A I am. I won't have you questioning my to-do list."

You apply the innuendo lightly, but the way his eyebrow quirks lets you know that it lands as you'd intended. Eddie runs his tongue over his teeth while appraising you.

"I wouldn't dare get in the way of your efficiency, sweetheart." There's a dare in his eyes, but you lean back against the couch and watch him over the top of your bottle as you take a sip. You've got time.

As the night goes on, the two of you drink and laugh and tease one another. One movie ends and he puts on the sequel immediately. Some slasher where kids are running around screaming in the woods. The two of you discuss what your own strategy would be if you found yourselves in a similar situation. At this point, you're feeling loose and floaty - combination of the alcohol and the sound of Eddie's laughter. It's got bubbles fizzing in your bloodstream. Your bodies have shifted closer on the couch as time has gone on, and as he emphatically describes something, his hand comes down to press onto your knee. Seemingly just as a matter of emphasis and to ground your attention in his point, but you notice that his hand doesn't lift up when he finishes his monologue.

A thrill of possessive pleasure runs through your body at the realization.

"You know, you'd probably die somewhere around the halfway point of the movie," you challenge suddenly and Eddie's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"I'm sorry, princess, but what?!"

"You know because you're all..." you gesture to his body. The denim vest he's still wearing over his band tee even though he's relaxing at home. The tattoos. The heavy rings on the hand that's still resting on your knee. His fingers flex against your skin when you point at them.

"I'm a badass, you mean? What about my badassery makes you think I'm dying at all?"

"The cool guys always die at the midpoint," you argue. "They get distracted having sex with the hot girls and that's when the killer guts them." Exactly as you say this, as if the universe is trying to bolster your argument, a young man on screen is stabbed through the back mid-thrust, falling down bloody upon his shrieking lover. You glance away from the screen and back at Eddie with a satisfied smirk. "Case in point."

"All I got from that is the fact you think I'm cool," Eddie says with a smug smirk. You roll your eyes at him but shift a bit closer.

"I also said you'd die fucking a bimbo."

"No, you said I'd die fucking a hot girl," he corrects, also shifting infinitesimally closer.

"Oh, so you were listening," you tease. Your hand rests on top of his hand on your knee and you start fiddling with his rings.

"Yeah, and I guess that means you should be concerned," he says flippantly, his fingers splaying out on your knee so that yours have more space to move between them. You're now distracted by the attention you're focusing on his hand.

"Why should I be concerned?"

"Because the hot girl getting fucked by the cool guy dies next," he says, nodding his head towards the tv you had all but forgotten about just as a young woman running topless through the woods, her breasts swinging and covered in her dead boyfriend's blood, is cut down by the killer. You both laugh.

"All I got from that is the fact you think I'm hot," you say turning back to him and mimicking his prior comment. His face lights up with a grin.

"Guilty as charged, sweetheart."

The moment feels right. The electricity between the two of you is palpable and you lift his hand up off your knee and towards your lips.

"They only get got, though, because they get distracted," you posit, pressing a kiss to each of Eddie's rings. His eyes are trained on your lips, his own parted to let his suddenly shallow breathing pass through. "Do you think you could keep from getting distracted?"

"Uh...yeah," Eddie says, running his tongue over his bottom lip. "Yeah I'm sure I could stay focused. Vigilant."

"Oh yeah?" you ask, smiling at how he's already so distracted. Suddenly you're lowering his hand and bringing it to the top of your thigh, right at the hem of your skirt. He takes a sharp inhale. "What's that? Losing focus?"

"No. Never, sweetheart," he says with a laugh, though it's shaky. Without even losing a beat his fingers flex in your hand, the pad of his thumb caressing at the skin of your thigh that he's never touched till now.

"What about now?" you ask, abruptly pushing his hand up your skirt to rest on your clothed pussy.

Before you can even process the next heartbeat, Eddie is on you. His mouth is capturing yours in a soul searing kiss and you can't help but gasp into him. Taking in his taste and scent all at the same heady time. Your hand abandons his on your mound and you bring your arms up around his neck to pull him as close to you as possible.

"If I die, I fucking die,” Eddie practically growls against your lips. “Distract me, baby.”

You laugh but he dips his head down to nips at your collar bone and it turns into a moan. Eddie’s hand starts rubbing blindly at your slit through your panties and you find your hips moving against his fingers of their own accord.

“Do horror movies turn you on?” Eddie teases. You bite your lip and shake your head, looking him dead in the eye.

“No, you turn me on, Eddie Munson.”

Suddenly you’re being pushed back down against the couch. The abruptness of his manhandling has you squealing and you lock your arms around his neck, being sure to keep him close and bringing him down with you.

His kiss arrests your lips again, his tongue invading your mouth. It’s everything you ever wanted. It’s what you’d imagined each time you’d watched him from the other side of a party or listened to him joking around with your mutual friends.

All of his attention. All of his focus on you.

What you don’t realize is that it’s always been on you. At those parties and those hang outs, as much as you’d watched him, he’d been watching you. Learned to love your smile and how quick you were to laugh. Catalogued your stories in the back of his mind as you told them to a riveted audience of all the teens.

He’s finally getting to touch you the way he’s always wanted. And it’s working him up faster than he’d like to admit.

You shift on the couch and it gives him more room to slot his body between your opened thighs. When his hard, denim-covered bulge presses against your thigh, your hips buck, pushing up into the palm which has been applying pressure to your pussy.

“Remember that agenda?” You ask with a tremor in your voice. His hand slips under the elastic of your panties, fingers making direct contacted with your slick core for the first time. You both groan.

“Um…yeah.” He says, shaking his head as if to clear it in order to comprehend your words. The tip of a finger circles your clit before sliding down to push into your hole. You gasp. “Your to-do list.”

“You’re at the top,” you gasp out.

There’s a moment where a Eddie doesn’t react. He’s so focused on pumping his finger in and out of your tight pussy, feeling you around him. Watching your chest rise and fall. But when your words make sense he throws back his head and let’s out a bellowing laugh. His laugh makes you laugh and then you’re shaking in one another’s arms. Trying to calm down. The shared vibrations of your joint hysteria seeming to wreak havoc on all of your nerve endings.

Eddie lunges forward and begins sucking at your neck and the tops of your breasts exposed by your low neckline. Just as he adds another finger to your pussy.

“I can be efficient, too, you know,” he says before worrying your skin between his lips.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you be efficient with your shirt off?” You ask, fingers scrabbling at the hem of the garment. Eddie sits up quickly and yanks the shirt off with unnecessary, theatrical aggression, tossing it away as if it’s offended him. You reach out and trace the tattoos on his chest and he moves to lower himself back over you.

“Mmm, cool guy,” you hum, your fingers passing delicately over his inked skin. Eddie quickly unbuttons your blouse and pulls it open, gazing hungry down at your bra-clad breasts.

“Hot girl,” he responds, pressing his face juvenilely between your tits. You grasp at the hair at the back of his neck and laugh until you feel him beginning to suck on you. Then your hips are rolling into his hand. The hand that’s started to fuck you in earnest. “You look like you’re more distracted than me right now, sweetheart. Maybe you’ll be dying before me after all. That petite mort, huh?”

You’re laughing and gasping all at once. His French accent is atrocious but he’s referencing a conversation you’d had with him and Robin about orgasms the week prior. You hadn’t thought he’d been paying attention since he’d been half in argument with Steve at the time, but now you know otherwise.

“You we’re listening to that? Was - fuck - pretty sure you were focused on whatever Harrington was saying.”

“I’m always focused on you, sweetheart.”

You feel heat creeping through your body as fondness mixes with arousal. You’re impatient and you both push and pull at him all at once.

“Ok I just need you to fuck me, ok? Can we jump to that?”

“Nuh uh, I’m making you cum first.” His thumb presses harder circles into your clit and you cry out. But you shake your head dramatically side to side.

“No I want you inside me now.”

“That’s a bit pushy of you, isn’t it?” Eddie teases, but as he does so he eases his fingers out of you and brings them up to lick off your slick. You’re already unbuckling his belt and pushing down his jeans.

“No, I’m efficient. Type A, remember?” His cock springs free of his boxers and you’re ready to drool. He’s practically edible, and if you weren’t so fucking on the edge right now you’d swallow him while immediately.

“How could I forget,” he responds, voice full of gravel as he grabs his cock and pumps one twice. You lay back against the couch, legs splayed and waiting for him, divesting yourself of your bra and cupping your breasts to keep yourself worked up. “Fuck you’re a pretty picture.”

“Gonna just stare or are you gonna do something, Munson?”

“See? Pushy,” he says, even as he lowers himself on top of you and pushes his tip right into your entrance.

The teasing stops as you both come together with rolling hips and gasping breaths. His thrusts are hard and definitive and you find yourself holding on for dear life. He feels so good and right and heavy and strong and you’re so close so soon.

“Eddie…Jesus Christ I’m…” your eyes are squeezed shut and he kisses your eye lids, paradoxically sweet when juxtaposed with the harsh way he’s pounding into you.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks, and there’s playful mocking in his tone. If you couldn’t feel his muscles shaking, proving he is equally close, you would have felt more shame.

“Y-yeah…gonna cum.” You admit it on a whine. He feels so good and then suddenly his finger is between you, swirling over your clit again.

“Already? I guess that’s efficient of you,” he says and you clench hard when you laugh, making him let out a loud moan.

“Stop - fuck! You can’t clench like that,” he admonishes.

“Stop making me laugh then, asshole,” you say with no bite. He, however, bites your neck and laves his tongue over the skin.

“Mmmm, you’re sexy when you’re mean.”

You’re not sure what does it - his thrusts, his finger on your clit, his teasing - but one moment you’re rolling your hips into his and the next you’re writhing beneath him, cumming harder than you ever have before. You practically black out calling his name, so much so that you don’t even notice when he cums along right after you.

You come back to your senses to find him still inside you, trailing kisses up and down your throat and chest. You take a deep shuddering breath and grip weakly at his back.

“You gotta get up,” you say, pushing weakly at him with not intent behind the motion. Eddie shakes his head and buries it into your neck.

“Never.”

“I gotta get up and cross you off my checklist.” You tease with a breathless laugh which he returns.

“You can’t. We were so distracted the killer got us. We’re dead, remember?” His grin is so wide one of your trembling hands lifts automatically to trace his dimples.

“Fuck. The downside to being cool and hot is pretty disproportionate to the upside.”

“Speak for yourself,” he snorts, letting his hand come up to cup your jaw. “I’m staring at a pretty big upside.”

~*~

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[taylaw]

i need you to write about pegging eddie i’m not above begging bestie

you don’t have to beg cause i’m already there lmao

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), pegging, anal m receiving, handcuff use, coming untouched, orgasm denial, face sitting, oral f receiving, dirty talk, sexy lingerie.

Word Count | 1.5K

A/N | this is super short and all smut zero plot, enjoy!!! 🤍

“Tell me how much you like my big cock fucking you,” You grunt, fucking your hips forward and sliding your silicone cock right back into Eddie’s fucked out, puffy hole, “Maybe if you’re all sweet I’ll let you come.”

Eddie’s whining and crying beneath you, hands up above his head, bound with his own cuffs to the headboard. They clink as he wrestles with them, “Baby please, lemme come, I’m begging,”

“Gotta do better than that, babe,” You smirk down at him, shoving your hips forward just a little so that the dildo nudges that little bit deeper, head clearly pressed tightly against Eddie’s spot because he’s mewling, back arching off the bed.

“Love your big cock in me, god,” Eddie cries out, and you glance up to watch his bitten fingernails dig bluntly into his palms, desperate to touch something, anything, “F—feels s’good, sweetheart. So good, you fuck me so good.”

“Really? Aw, babe.” You coo, hands gripping onto the backs of his thighs for purchase as you pull out all the way, then slam back in to the hilt. You break eye contact to watch the strap sink in and out of him, unable to tear your away.

Eddie’s cock leaks unashamed all over his belly, precum pooling in the dip of his bellybutton and streaking down his happy trail, matting down the hair there. He looks angelic, flushed a deep pink down to his chest with need, sweaty fringe stuck with sweat to his forehead.

He’s prettier when he’s needy for it. Begging for your pretty pink dick and gasping for air when you sink in and out, knocking the breath out of him. He loved it — being fucked open like this and laid bare for you to see all of him. Fragile and every bit of dominance knocked out of his body.

“Please, baby, please,” Eddie begs again, legs wrapping around your waist to push you deeper, and you gasp at the face of pleasure he makes, eyes screwing shut and bitten lips opening in a deep moan, “Need to come, need it. Need to come on your cock, please.”

“You’re cute when you beg,” You’re moaning too, feeling your slick slide down the insides of your thighs. This wasn’t all for him — fucking him turned you on as much as it did Eddie, there was something so powerful about knowing you could make him feel the same way he could you. You lean forward and grip a hold of his chin, shaking his head lightly, “Open your eyes when you come, Eddie. Want you to watch me fuck you stupid.”

He opens his eyes, lust blown orbs darting between your face and watching your tits as they jiggle with every rough thrust, your lacy black corset digging in to the underside of them. You’d spilled out of it long ago, struggled to care when you were eight inches deep in his tight ass and unravelling him with every single thrust.

Eddie fights with his restraints again as you pound into him, pushing his knees up to his chest so you can abuse his spot in a controlled manner with every thrust. His rickety old bed creeks under your movements, mixing in with his loud moans and the slick noises of your cock sliding in and out of him.

“Can I come now?” Eddie begs, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes, and you surely should take mercy on him now, with how tight his balls are drawn up and how his cock leaks and kicks like he’s struggling to hold back. You nod slightly, and he clearly takes that as his cue, “Thank you, thank you, aah—!”

Your cunt quivers and aches to be filled as you watch in awe at the hot spurts of come that shoot out of Eddie’s raw and neglected cock, shooting so far it hits his chin. You can’t feel it, but you know he’s clenching down around the silicone toy as you fuck him through it, slowing down as he begins to shake from overstimulation.

You grind to a halt, smiling all giddy at Eddie’s fucked out expression. He’s still moaning softly, hazy eyes blinking up at you and a soft little half-smile directed back at you in return. You lean forward, making to kiss his bitten lips, but change your mind at last second — instead darting down to swipe the come off his chin with a pointed tongue. He groans, and you moan against him, savouring the salty, heady taste of him on your tongue.

He nudges at you, begging silently for a kiss, and you do so with no hesitation. Leaning up that little bit further to bump noses before slotting your lips together. It deepens fast, Eddie opening his mouth for you so you can slide your tongue against his own — letting him taste himself. Your cock slips out of him with the movement, and he hisses, biting down on your lip in retaliation.

“Sorry, Eddie,” You mumble against his lips, retreating back and sitting on your haunches. You unclip the strap in silence, gasping in relief as the weight of it is taken off of your hips. You don’t miss how wet your thighs are with your own slick, glimmering in the warm light of the room.

“Y’gonna get me out of these?” Eddie asks, startling you out of the silence with a small jiggle of the metal. You look up at him and smirk, dropping the strap from your hands in favour of slinking your way up his body to sit prettily on his belly. You know he can feel your wet cunt on his heated skin.

“Dunno, I was thinking you could help me out first?” You feign a slight innocence, grinding down against him and relieving a bit of the harsh aching on your clit. He nods eagerly, waiting on baited breath for you to climb up the rest of the distance and hover over his face.

You do so with no hesitation, spreading your legs and bracketing Eddie’s head with your thighs. His curly hair tickles your soft skin, his plump lips kissing up the insides of your thighs softly until he nudges his nose into your cunt, breathing in deeply until you get yourself settled.

The first dip of Eddie’s tongue between your folds makes your legs buckle, has you fully seated on his face and he groans into your cunt, the vibrations shooting into your core and eliciting a loud moan in return, “Not gonna take long, babe, fuck keep doing that,”

Eddie alternates between licking up and down your cunt, savouring your juices, and sucking and biting at your clit. He’s in a perfect rhythm, one that he knows will get you off quickly. He knew your body so well by this point — what parts to press, what areas to kiss, what pressure you needed. How hard you liked it, how fast. He was insatiable.

“Fuck, fuck,” You cry, grinding down against Eddie’s face, fisting at his hair for leverage. His tongue laps at your core like he’s desperate to make you come and it’s working, your tummy coiling up and beginning to spasm with need, “That’s it, Eddie, your tongue is sinful, god—!”

He’s looking at you like butter wouldn’t melt, a picture of innocence with his big, wet eyes. Nose perched prettily on the mound of your cunt, nestled in your neatly trimmed hair. You wished you had your polaroid, you needed to have a memory of this exact moment.

You grind down against Eddie’s mouth again, one perfectly timed suck of your clit with a grind of your hips and you’re coming — soaking Eddie’s face in your release, cunt spasming around nothing as you cry out, head thrown back towards the ceiling as pleasure wracks your body.

When you come down, he’s back to kissing your thighs, eyes sparkly and face shining with your come. You feel him smiling against your sensitive cunt, tip of his tongue poking out to lick gently at your clit and you clench your thighs around his head, jerking back.

You’re weak for him, always have been. Probably always would be.