My, What A Lovely Handcuff Belt Buckle. 👀

Oh lawd could you imagine him finally coming to terms with the fact that he was in love with his secretary (AHEM YOU). Like every day he walks past you and you tell him “good morning chief” he just has to fuck his fist in his office before he can even say anything to you.

YES!!!! i love this 😮‍💨

but imagine catching him one day, walking into his office while his hand is around his dick, pumping it while quietly groaning your name, “chief, have you-“ you freeze in the door opening as your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. hopper quickly zips his pants back up in panic and apologizes over and over again, but when he looks back up at you, he sees you walking inside his office and slowly closing the door behind you while he looks at you with a puzzled expression. few minutes later you’re bend over his desk while he fucks you roughly from behind, finally feeling you around him instead of having to imagine it everyday

Want Eddie to smack the shit outta me and call me his filthy Little whore

ME TOO BESTIE ME TOO… that man can do anything to me he wants. i want him to pull my hair, call me names, slap my face and finger me until i’m crying from overstimulation. i can just imagine the smirk he has on his face while doing it, though. or his deep voice when he whispers “dirty slut” in your ear as you feel his hot breath on your skin. or the condescending chuckles that leave his mouth when tears roll down your face. goodbye.

Bucket of Sunshine Part 4: Busy?

Masterlist: here

Tag List: @aheadfullofsteverogers @robyn-118 @emma77645

A/N: I got asked specifically for this scenario to happen and be the turning point to when Eddie realizes he might not mind having you around…enjoy! Also the next part is the last in this series☀️

*You didn’t mean to bother Eddie but he also isn’t taking no for an answer*

made a mess — e.m.

pairing: perv!eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors dni!!, smut, bj, perv!eddie, kind of degradation, kind of dubcon (its not idk just to be safe), praises, nicknames, just p*rn without a plot

summary: in which perv!eddie can't help himself on a movie night (wc: 1.7k+)

a/n: hi HII, i kind of hate this but i wanted to post it so bad bc i love perv!eddie omfg, no dividers and i didn't proof-read ignore the mistakes plss

it was wrong.

it was very very wrong for eddie to want to do this.

especially when you were in his living room, waiting for him to come back so that the two of you could continue watching whatever it was that he was supposed to be watching.

but eddie couldn't help it, he couldn't help but be consumed by the thoughts of you.

he couldn't help but not excuse himself, when you were sat next to him, your chest rising up and down when you got scared by the villain popping up in the horror movie eddie was supposed to be watching.

he couldn't help but feel his cock twitch when your soft hands squeezed his calloused ones, your head dipping into his shoulder while you had a firm grip on him.

his overprotectiveness of you was apparent when he wrapped his arms around you, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as he attempted to comfort you, laying kisses on your hair.

and it was driving him crazy, the way you just stood there, lips plump and still glossy as you watched intently, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. thinking about how pretty your lips would look wrapped around his cock.

he felt sick. but he couldn't help himself, not when your thighs looked that good as you wore that tight little skirt.

he couldn't help but not lose his mind when he felt your hand land on his thigh and you panicked when a scary scene came on, and the blood was quick to rush to his cock.

he was unable to hide his raging cock when your tits were brushed up against him, your tiny top leaving little to his imagination, especially when they were so tight on your body, exposing your nipples.

and that sight alone almost made eddie groan, he wanted to suck on them, bite them, and kiss them forever.

that's when he excused himself to go to the bathroom, his mind filled with you, he could hardly think of anything else when you were around.

as soon as he entered the bathroom, he stripped out of his pants, tossing them on the ground, hurrying so he could return back to you without raising any suspicions.

he wondered if you'd still want to be his best friend after learning how much he wanted you, how much he was hooked on you, and how sickly his thoughts were when you were around.

he wanted you to catch him, as perverted as that thought was, he could imagine the shock on your face, your mouth agape as you stood in shock.

would you offer to help him out? would you pout those pretty little lips as you knelt down in front of him, begging to have his cock in your mouth, warming your throat?

he let out a ragged breath just at the thought of that, his boxers straining his angry cock, he bowed his head, slipping out of them.

his erection sprang out of his boxers, pink tip oozing with pre-cum, he sighed at the sight.

the things you were doing to him should be illegal, he thought.

he closed his eyes quickly as he fisted his cock, throbbing and twitching as it grew harder at the thought of you again.

he was quick to run his thumb over his slit, wiping away the pre-cum which was only a small amount of his semen that was begging for a release.

'jesus, f-fuck.' he cursed out, his vein throbbing as he started imagining you.

he wished to have you walk in on him, wished to have you on your knees, your soft eyes looking up for him as you feign innocence, and he knows you are anything but.

he imagines your mouth watering at the sight, ready to take him down your throat, wanting him to fill all of your holes.

it's all he can think about, lust is oozing in his blood, every second of every day, ever since he met you, he had been a horny mess, pumping his cock more than he did when he first discovered what an orgasm was.

he groaned when he imagined your eyes flashing with desire as you peppered his cock with messy kisses, giving him kitten licks as his hand squeezed his cock roughly.

fuck, he wishes more than anything to have your heart-shaped panties to wrap around his cock right now, but all he has is the image of you, on your knees as you lap up his cock like the good girl you are, and eddie decides that's more than enough to get him to finish.

he pictures your eyes darkening with lust as you blink up at him, your plump lips sucking on his lengthy cock, and eddie strokes his length harder at the thought, messy groans leaving his plump lips.

'just like that, peach, take my fuckin' cock.' he moans huskily, tugging desperately as he prays that you won't hear him.

your eyes are never leaving him in his imagination, bobbing your head up and down, he imagines your eyes fluttering, and your thighs rubbing together, he wonders if you would be dripping with just him filling your mouth.

'such a good fuckin' girl, you like havin' my cock in your mouth, don't ya sweets?' he asks, not being able to hold himself as a sly smirk plays on his lips.

he imagines your head nodding quickly, manicured nails digging into his skin, trying to take all of him into your pretty little mouth, but not being able to do so, you add your hands, tugging at whatever part was left that you couldn't manage to suck.

his thighs shudder at the thought of you whimpering with his cock inside of your mouth, he visualizes how pretty you would look sucking him down, imagining his hands fisting your hair as he guides you for more.

'my lil' cock sleeve, warmin' up my cock.' he whimpers, so loudly, that he's afraid you're going to come into the bathroom and ask him what's going on.

but he can't help but be loud when he imagines you gagging around his cock, his stroking is so rough that his knuckles turn white.

he pictures you drooling and gagging around his member, saliva dripping down from your pretty lips as your mascara is smudged. you're so fucking perfect that the thought alone is engraved in his mind forever.

'your mouth is so fuckin' perfect, princess, fuck. s'fuckin' warm.' he is babbling as he envisions you, his hand desperately palming his cock, roughly as he knows he has to finish soon, or you might grow suspicious.

he imagines your eyes watering when he slams into your mouth harder and harder, cursing out. his thumbs gently padding away your tears as he enjoys the sight, 'm gonna fill this, slutty fuckin' mouth with my cum, peach.' his voice is low, he knows he's getting closer.

your hot mouth is still gagging around his cock when his grip on your hair gets rougher, he presses you against his pelvis.

he imagines you slurping around his shaft as your hands are palming him, he growls at the thought, his movements are getting sloppy.

he is pumping his fists harder when he imagines you sucking on his cock harder, hollowing your cheeks as you swirl your tongue around his veins, his head falls backward as he grunts.

his cock is pulsing and he knows he's close, as much as it kills him to finish this fantasy early, he knows he can't hold it in much longer.

's-shit, fuck, so fuckin' good, baby, i'm gonna fuckin' cum.' his breathing was shallow, and he shuddered as he imagined exploding in your mouth, smiling at the thought of his warm cum shooting out of his cock and painting your throat white, he growled huskily.

and he envisioned you tasting every drop of his cum, sucking the life out of him as you swallowed every drop that shot down the back of your throat.

and with few slow pumping of his cock, eddie finally came to himself, eyes widening quickly before he looked down at himself.

you weren't there, of course, and he was covered in his sticky hot semen, white globs of it covering every part of his thighs.

he groaned as he looked at the mess he made, the mess he made because of you, and the reality of what he did, finally hit him.

he felt sick, and he felt perverted.

'e-eddie?' your meek voice caused him to freeze in his place, his head cocked in your direction quickly.

the door was slightly open, and there you stood, cheeks hot and thighs rubbing together, and a sick smirk plastered onto eddie's face immediately, not only were you watching him getting himself off to the thought of you, but you enjoyed it, so much so that he could bet that you were soaked under your pretty little panties.

his mind swirled with the thoughts of you, excitement taking over his body as he realized you did what he always dreamed of, catching him in the act.

'sweetheart?' he called out, still not knowing whether he was imagining or not, voice soft as he didn't want to startle you, but your eyes were washed with lust as you slowly entered the bathroom.

'i've made such a mess here, baby.' he cooed, pointing towards himself, and your eyes widened at the sight of his hardened cock, despite cumming mere seconds ago.

your entire body felt hot, both from embarrassment and the unfamiliar feeling of lust oozing through your body, you needed him like never before and eddie was teasing it out of you.

'want me to help you clean up?' the words that slipped past your lips caused eddie's brain to short circuit, he babbled some curse words as he almost yelled out a 'yes!' causing you to smile over his excitement, walking over to him and dropping down on your knees.

eddie's head almost exploded at the sight in front of him, his visualization seconds ago could never compare to the real you, drooping to your knees, mouth agape as you looked up at him all doe-eyed.

he cursed when you started lapping up his juices, 'jesus— fuck, fuck oh shit— princess, you're doin' so fuckin' good for me.' he praised immediately.

'don't worry, i'm gonna take care of you, eds.' you murmured as you kept giving him kitten licks, and eddie almost passed out at the spot, you were perfect, so fucking perfect for him.

they share 1 (one) resume and 1 (one) brain cell

steve and robin are trying to find a new job after they got fired from family video because they didn't show up for work (blame vecna)

*click on the picture for better quality*

Fixation

Chapter 28: Backstabber

Mentions of: Past Abuse/Miscarriage, Stabbing, Death, Blood, Slight Gore, etc.

Tags: @froegis @dead-bxxxtch-walking @vandeaad @mama-miya @darthwhorecrux @stwbwwychan

“No.” That was the first word that slipped from your mouth, as you stared at his face, watching him stand with the Ghostface mask in hand. You couldn’t help but gape at his face. His bare, revealed face. “No, no, no.”

Jed Olsen. Your boyfriend. The guy you fell for. He was Ghostface. It all made so much sense now. It was so obvious. It was right under your nose, and you never even realized.

How could you be so blind? How could you be so stupid? You had promised yourself you would figure out who he was, but you chose to ignore all the warning signs. You only saw what you wanted to. You were such an idiot.

“I know you must have a lot of questions. I mean, what do you even call me? Danny, Jed, Ghostface? For the record, Danny or Ghostface is just fine.” He winked at you with a smirk. Your reaction was even better than he ever imagined.

“Why- why are you doing this?” You asked, still in shock, various emotions overwhelming you. He shrugged. “You’re the expert, you tell me.”

Your eyes went down to Alex, whose body was sprawled out on the floor, blood still seeping into the cracks and holes on the ground. “You killed him. I still can’t believe you killed him.”

“You’re welcome.” He said in a sing-song voice, leaning against the wall and still catching his breath a bit after what just happened.

“He was my ex fiancé. When I first met him, I thought he was perfect. Talented, smart, handsome, a little bit cocky, but it was okay. But after a while, he started getting possessive, controlling almost every part of my life. And then he started hurting me. It just kept happening again and again and it wouldn’t stop. I- I got pregnant, and he pushed me down the stairs, and- I managed to get away from him for awhile, but I always wanted to make him pay for what he did. I hated him.”

“Seems like you got a knack for falling for the wrong guy, sweetheart. It’s a good thing I killed that bastard.” Danny grinned, walking over, and tapping his knife to your chin, trailing it down to your throat. You let him, not even flinching. “Are you going to kill me?”

That made Danny pause. If he was being honest with himself, he had no idea what he was going to do with you. For once, he didn’t plan everything out.

Suddenly, there was the sound of sirens, making Danny jump. Police sirens. Ambulance sirens. It was just before dawn, the sky a light purple and red outside. Flashes of red and blue lit up through the window, illuminating the once dim house.

“Shit. Someone must’ve heard and called the police.” He muttered, slipping his mask on. “What now?”

While you were panicking, Ghostface seemed cool and collected, like he handled this before, which wasn’t too surprising. “C’mon.”

He picked you up by the undersides of your thighs, making you yelp in surprise. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him carry you out bridal style through the backdoor of your house.

The next thing you knew, you two were leaving town, in a car Danny stole. He had changed out of his Ghostface clothes, and was driving down the highway. You were with him now, and honestly, you were fine with it.

You rested your chin on your hand, looking out the window, and feeling your eyes grow heavy, before you eventually succumbed to sleep. This was your life now. Wherever Danny went, you went with him.

--

You awoke to being pushed onto the ground, hard. Wherever you were, it was cold, wet and damp. It was early morning, a light fog all around. You looked around to see who had done it, but there was nothing, no one.

“Danny?” You called out, trying to get to your feet, before you were knocked to the ground again. This time, you could see who it was.

“Right here, sweetheart.” He said from behind you. He was in Ghostface attire, sitting on your back and straddling you. You were so confused. What was happening? What was he doing?

“While this has been nice, and I’ve had lots of fun, it seems like your time is up. I would let you live, but I like to work alone.” That was when you felt the first stab.

You cried out, feeling the knife getting jammed into your back, trying to fight him off, squirming underneath him, but it was no use. He was too heavy, and you already felt so weak.

Then he jammed the knife into your side a couple of times, before shoving it deep into your back, all of the blade inside you. Tears of pain streaked down your face, as you felt him pull you back by your hair, and take one last picture of both you and him together.

You stared at the camera, feeling the blood spill through your mouth, the flash blinding you. After the picture was taken, he pulled the knife out, stepping back.

Everything was starting to get blurry and dark, and you could hear Danny’s voice, but you couldn’t understand what he was saying. All you could wonder is how you could let him do this to you? You fought so hard, and you just let yourself die like this. You let yourself trust him.

A thick, dark fog began rolling in, beckoning you. Were you dead? Was this hell?

Using all your might, you crawled towards the fog, hearing a low voice whispering into your ear. The darkness completely engulfed you, and no longer did you feel pain. Instead, you felt nothing, numbness, as you stayed there, in the void.

Eventually, the fog lifted, and you were standing on your feet, in some sort of dense, dark, unfamiliar forest. You cautiously walked through the forest, a strange feeling of dread and anxiety looming over you.

But then you felt another feeling. A more familiar one. That you were being watched. Suddenly, you felt a gloved hand grab your mouth, pulling you back. “Hey Dollie, ya miss me?”

Imagine getting fingered by Steve while Eddie watches

MY DREAM !!!!!!

“Such a slut for us” Eddie chuckled from the chair that’s facing the bed, eyeing you with your legs spread in front of him. “She’s so fucking wet” Steve said as his fingers pumped in and out of you rapidly with ease, causing you to moan. Steve pushed another finger in as he increased his pace, making your eyes flutter shut as your nails dig into his arm. “Stevie making you feel good, baby?” Eddie asked, his eyes not leaving your body as he licked his lips with a smirk. You nodded as you arched your back, feeling your release nearing. “Come on baby, let go for us” Steve whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his fingers curled up skilfully, causing your orgasm to wash over you. Steve slowly removed his fingers as Eddie walked over to the both of you and gently kissed you on your forehead, “Good girl”

ASDFGHJKL STOPPPP. 🥴🥴

He would just become wholly fucking obsessed with you too. Taking time out of workdays to have breakfast and lunch with you, checking on you multiple times a day. BRINGING YOU COFFEE FROM YOUR FAVORITE SHOP ugh. Literally so in love with this man it makes me SOB.

YES YES YES ALL THIS ++++ fucking you in his office during your breaks 🙄 he would be so caring and sweet but when he gets the chance he will pound into you and make you a moaning mess!! but of course, after that he will take you to your favorite restaurant for lunch like the gentleman he is 😌

Eddie forcing you to hump your pillow while he watches and fucks himself with his hand.

“Such a pathetic little thing, you will do anything to cum won’t you baby?” He says while stroking his cock to the beautiful yet pathetic sight next to him.

“Please let me cum” is all you manage to get out, you’ve turned into a brainless little fucktoy for him which is just the way he likes it.

“Not yet, if you wanna cum, you’ll do it with my cock in your mouth” he says before pushing just the tip of his cock between your lips and making you suck on it while you continue to hump your pillow to orgasm.