#staring at his ass is Eddie behavior

[sp0o0kylights]

Ya’ll ever write a sentence, reread it and go “Yeah I absolutely need to go to bed.” because; 

“I know what the secret ingredient in these is.” He added one more cookie later.

“Oh?” Steve said, a flicker of his old self coming through. “Share your guess with the class.” 

Gareth stared at Harrington dead in the ass. “Cocaine.” He deadpanned, before taking a massive bite.

I meant eyes. Gareth stared at him dead in the EYES. 

#staring at his ass is Eddie behavior #even if I hc gary as bi #anyway this is the second part of Hellfire Adopts Steve #because apparently thats a thing now #stranger things #steve harrington #gareth emerson #bedtime #its bedtime

[slut4fangs]

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

Part 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female reader

Summary: An innocent game of teasing your best friend Eddie drives him to the point of obsession and lust. Taboo as it may be, Eddie Munson can’t seem to keep his hands to himself when it comes you, his best friend who he's fallen head over heels for

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, Eddie is really slutty & irresistible, soft dom Eddie, condescending mean Eddie that's obsessed with reader, Eddie being a sweetheart too, mentions of Ronance, sneaky sex *Steve is in the same room as it’s happening, a lot of other sexy things that I want to be a surprise, etc.

Author's Note: This was originally going to be short & sweet, but I got too into it. Oh, and make sure to comment & reblog if you liked it. It really helps and encourages me to share my writing. Enjoy! <3

There’s been a change in Eddie Munson lately that you couldn’t ignore. Ever since you started hosting Friday get togethers at your new house, Robin and Nancy being your roomates, you noticed Eddie started looking at you differently. Robin and Nancy were too busy being lovebirds to note this change in behavior, but Steve was all too perceptive. The last two times he pulled you to the side to ask if there was anything going on between you two.

"No, we're just friends. I know he's been...off lately, but it's probably nothing."

"Maybe he has a crush on you," Steve nudges your elbow with a smile, you scoff at this.

"He does not," you assure Steve, laughing it off.

"He's been doing more than just staring you know, I see the way he passes you in tight spaces and always wants to sit next to you on our movie nights. And he stares at your ASS, like constantly. You need to talk to him, because if he's making you uncomfortable I'll kick his a-"

You interrupt Steve, "Don't. I'll handle this, I'll talk to him next week on movie night. Besides, I don't really mind it that much," you shrug and cross your shoulders, trying to sound nonchalant about this admission.

The truth was you really didn't mind at all, in fact, Eddie's longing looks and lingering touches ignited something in you. It was thrilling when he did it. Two weeks ago Eddie offered to help you cook dinner, hovering over you as you stirred the pasta. Eddie had dipped his head onto your shoulder and held onto your hip pressing himself to your ass, sniffing the pot of pasta, his head lolling over to ask you if you thought it needed more garlic salt.

"I don't know, what do you think? You think it smells edible?" You couldn't concentrate with him this close, much less answer truthfully. Your head was clouded with the closeness of him, the heat from the pasta fanning both of your faces. You felt warm in more than one place.

Eddie took the spoon and had you taste test, "hmm, maybe oregano," you answered.

"Here you got a little something," Eddie used his thumb to wipe away some sauce from the corner of your mouth, then proceeded to lick his thumb. It was almost pornographic the way he did it, sucking on his thumb for a brief moment that felt like forever. In that moment all you wanted to do was ask him to put his fingers in your mouth.

Then there was the time Steve offered to take everyone to the lake, Robin and Nancy had a date night already planned so they were out. But that left you, Eddie, and Steve being the only ones going.

"So, whose the third wheel in this situation," Steve joked while driving Eddie's van to the lake, you were in the passenger seat and Eddie was in the back. Eddie seemed to be distracted doodling in his notebook, maybe he was writing something, you weren't sure.

"No one's third wheeling, god, uneven numbers don't mean shit," you say rolling your eyes at Steve.

"You say that, but someone always feels left out when there's only three. Robin and Nancy somehow even it all out, maybe it's because Robin has enough personality to fill a room and make everyone feel included, and special, you know?"

"You're just pissy because Robin couldn't come," you tell Steve, he rolls his eyes right back at you and laughs.

"No shit, she's my best friend. I guess I'm still not used to not giving her rides everywhere, ever since Nancy got a car I feel like I don't see her anymore. It blows, but hey, seeing her less means I get to see more of you. That's always a plus," Steve says, and you're never really sure if he sees you as a potential love interest or just flirts casually. Either way, it made you blush a little.

"Yeah, you think so?" You say, blushing in the passenger seat.

"I know so," Steve smirks, glancing over at you and your heart jumps a little.

Eddie pipes up from the back, "get a god damn room, jesus christ," he tries to hide the hurt in his voice. The thought of you with Steve made him jealous, even though Eddie had a crush on Steve, he couldn't help being so drawn to you.

Steve pulls into a nearby gas station, "do you guys need anything, snacks, drinks? It's on me."

"I'm good," you say.

"Cherry coke," Eddie answers, Steve nods and shuts the drivers door, leaving you and Eddie alone in silence.

Eddie's the first one to talk, of course, "why do you get the front seat and I sit in the back?"

"What, do you wanna trade or something. I don't mind," you say turning to Eddie. Eddie's wearing a white tshirt and black swim shorts, you've never really seen him this casual and it's sort of taking you aback but you try not to stare too much at the way his white tshirt is see-through enough to show his tats underneath.

"We can both sit up front, how about that," Eddie lights up with the idea.

"How does that even work," you ask, a sassy tone resonating in your voice.

"I'll show you," Eddie says climbing out of the back and opening up the passenger door, climbing in and lifting you up to place you on his between his spread legs. "See, now it's fair, we both get to sit next to King Steve."

You can't help but notice how Eddie's hands rest on your knees, drawing little circles. For once, you're speechless and little do you know, it will take a week to process what happens at the lake.

It was nightfall and the three of you had made a fire, made smores and hot dogs, telling ghost stories and drinking wine and beer. When it hit 12 am Steve refused to sleep in the van like Eddie suggested because, "If I'm going to camp, I'm going to do it the old fashioned way on the ground in my sleeping bag. Enjoy the van, I'm sleeping next to the fire."

"Good for you, Harrington," Eddie says crawling into the back of the van where he had set up an air mattress with blankets and pillows, I'm not big and strong like you."

"Goodnight, kids" Steve says playfully before cuddling up in his sleeping back next to the dying fire.

"Are you coming," Eddie asks, you're standing right outside of the van, cursing yourself for not bringing a sleeping back. Eddie stretches a hand to meet yours and you take it, hopping in the back of the van with him where he shuts the doors and it becomes increasingly clear how close you two were on the edge of the air mattress.

"Thanks, by the way," you blurt aloud, "I don't really like the idea of sleeping on the ground anyways," you hold a pillow to your chest. You're wearing your bikini from the lake swim, feeling a little self conscious from the lack of clothes.

"Do you want my shirt," Eddie asks, taking his shirt off and handing it to you.

"Sure, thanks," you start to put it over your bikini but Eddie stops you midway.

"You shouldn't sleep in wet clothes, you'll get a cold. You should probably take this off," Eddie says tugging at your bikini string, untying the top for you and tossing it to the side of the air mattress.

You scoff in flustered disbelief, Eddie speaks up again, "put it on, sweetheart," referring to his tshirt. You did so, thinking that was the end of that. But Eddie wasn't done yet, he had to make you more flustered to make up for witnessing you and Steve flirt on and off throughout the night. It was driving him fucking crazy.

"This too," Eddie pulls the string to your bikini bottoms, tossing them on the mattress and fiddling around in his bag for a pair of his boxers. You're speechless as Eddie climbs over top of you and dresses you in his blue boxers. It felt so intimate, being undressed, and then dressed in his clothes. It was exhilarating as much as it was caring. Eddie had already changed out of his swim shorts and into sweats.

"Thank you," is the first thing you can think to say to Eddie, he's hovering over you, staring at how cute you look in his clothes. He thinks he could probably get off to just seeing you in his clothes alone. The thought of jerking off over you while he stared down at your body crossed his mind, the way your face would look so cute and shocked at the vulgar act. But he pushed the thought aside and put the idea in his spank bank for later.

"Don't mention it," Eddie says laying down next to you, "you're probably cold, aren't you?"

"Well yeah, the lake was freezing," you answer and then Eddie's pulling you to his chest to keep you both warm. You two were face to face and your jaw was agape at how forward and casual he was being simultaneously, Eddie laughs quietly and touches your chin. "What, cat got your tongue? What's wrong, honey? You can tell me," Eddie says in a mocking tone, his hand grabbing your ass shamelessly. He felt this was more subtle than jerking off over your body. "We're just two friends trying to keep each other warm, don't be weird," he's smirking at you and all you can think about is kissing that smart ass smirk off his face. It didn't help he was only wearing his sweats, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. It was time you one-upped his antics with your own.

You shiver, "I'm really scared, Eddie. Do you think it's safe to sleep in the woods like this, we're basically the textbook definition of victims in slasher movies right now. Can you hold me?"

The question stopped Eddie dead in his tracks, you asking him to hold you wasn't something he saw coming. "Oh, you're scared, huh" Eddie said in a mocking tone, jutting out his bottom lip in a pouted frown. "Poor baby, you're scared of the dark, aren't you? C'mere sweetheart, I'll protect you," Eddie said with a wolfish grin spread across his face. You didn't hesitate to jump into his arms, hugging his chest and burying it there for comfort.

"Thank you, Eddie," you say breathlessly and now he decides he's fucked. You were perfect. The more this happened, the more it didn't feel like a fun little cat and mouse game anymore. Eddie's feelings for you were real, the way he felt about you made that clear. But Eddie decided to stay in character, risking telling you his feelings just felt too...vulnerable? He didn't know, he'd never quite felt this way about anyone before. It was all new to him, the feeling of never wanting to let go and risk loosing everything. He wanted you to be his everything, but he forced himself to play it safe anyways.

"You are really cold, wouldn't want you to catch hypothermia," Eddie says, hands trailing up your shirt to grope your breasts and roaming down your hips leaving a trail of fire where he touched you. It felt like your whole body was on vibrate, "has anyone ever touched you there?" Eddie's said this while he snapped your underwear to your skin and you yelped in surprise.

"Ow, Eddie. I don't know what you mean," you said, the clueless act had Eddie's head in a spiral. He didn't know if you playing the same game he was to keep this going, to keep the excitement at a high.

"What are you saying, Princess? No one's ever been here, not even Steve," Eddie says teasing you, his finger tracing your slit over your underwear.

"No, Eddie. He hasn't," you kiss his jaw, "let's just go to sleep please."

"So he's never fucking touched you at all then, don't lie to me," Eddie's voice rises and he's clearly mad over something he's only imagined.

"We've hugged, that's it," you admit, that was a half lie. You and Steve had kissed but it was experimental and you both laughed about it afterwards, meaningless flirting suited your friendship you both decided. Steve did teach you how to kiss though, he insisted upon it, he kept saying how he knew all of these tricks and taught them all to you. It was hot, but still you only saw the flirting as just the way your friendship was, it was never serious, only fun. Eddie didn't see the flirting between you and Steve as fun and carefree though, he was jealous, jealous he couldn't have you for one. And jealous he couldn't have Steve either, but soon, he decided his hormones were driving him mad and there wasn't much else to do about it besides watch you like a hawk and to always be around so nothing happened between you two.

"Liar," Eddie says gritting his teeth, his hand sliding into your underwear to play with your clit while he seethed.

"Eddie what are you doing," you say, your pussy throbbing at the mere thought of Eddie being jealous, and the feeling of him inside your underwear made you hot. Suddenly, the freezing lake's cold wrath was gone, all you could feel was fire.

"You like it though, you like making me angry. That's why I have to punish you, baby, I'm sorry," Eddie said sinking two fingers in your hole, curling just right and just deep enough to make you squirm in his grasp. Eddie's other arm held you close to him, imprisoning your body to his.

"I'm sorry," you said and kissed Eddie softly, your moth open and welcoming his tongue. Eddie moaned into your mouth and wondered how experienced your really were, you knew how to kiss, that was certain. But the way you did it so eagerly, your tongue pushing his, and the way you sucked on his bottom lip made him groan.

"You're about to be fucking sorry, don't give me that pouty lip," Eddie fucked your pussy with his fingers relentlessly, wishing it was his dick instead. "On second thought, you shouldn't even get to wear my clothes. Take them off, now."

"Eddie please, why are you being so mean. This isn't fair I'm not lying," you say, but you were and he could fucking feel it in the way you stammered.

"Did you hear me, strip. Take off my fucking clothes before I make you," Eddie said, anger in his voice. You were so turned on your pussy squeezed his fingers and he gasped, "fuck, did you just squeeze me?God, that's so fucking hot. Now be a good girl and take these off," Eddie bit his lip, completely blissed out at the way you moaned his name and how wet you were for him. It was just like heaven.

"No!" You said, "you can't make me sleep naked!"

Eddie furrowed his brows, it was clear you were a brat and needed to be bossed around to get off. "Fine, I'll do it then," Eddie rolled you onto your back and tore your clothes off, he had never been this hot and bothered before and it was overwhelming but freeing. "You're sleeping naked with me as your punishment, when you decide to be a good girl for me I'll let you wear my whole fuckin' closet." Eddie hovered above you, pinning both of your wrists with his ringed hands, staring down at your naked body. Then the idea from earlier popped into his head again, he was going to jerk off over your body he couldn't resist the idea.

"Stay like that," Eddie said pulling his sweats down so his cock sprang free. Something in you couldn't help but wish he would fuck you right then, but Eddie started jerking off instead, staring at you. His cock hitting your stomach as he pumped it in his hand. "I'm going to come on your pussy, fuck baby you look so beautiful," Eddie spread your folds open with his fingers. Rutting against your clit with the head of his cock, "touch yourself for me." You did, you moaned Eddie's name and he lost control, your pussy covered in his come.

"Fuck," Eddie exclaimed, laying down beside you, scooping you up in his arms so your ass was to his front. Eddie sank two of his fingers in your hole, playing with the come on the outside and occasionally pushing the come inside you.

The two of you curled up into a blanket the rest of the night, Eddie fell asleep with his fingers inside you. You fell asleep speechless and wanting more.

Now it was movie night at your place again, it was dark and all the lights were out as you all watched The Shining for the fifth time. Robin and Nancy went to bed early, like usual whenever Nancy had work early the next morning. Steve was passed out on the loveseat, arms crossed over his chest, sleeping like someone's father that said "I'm just resting my eyes," then fell into a deep slumber, minus the snores.

Eddie had made a point to sit close to you, draping his arm around the couch adjacent to the loveseat. When Robin and Nancy went off to bed, Eddie seemed to inch closer and closer until he was thigh to thigh with you.

"Are you cold," Eddie asked you, his arm moving to hold your waist, pulling you closer for warmth.

"Yeah, it's always really chilly in this room," you drape your leg over Eddie's thigh as casually as you can manage.

Eddie's eyes drop to your thigh, taking in the sight of your tiny pj shorts that left little to the imagination. "I can warm you up," Eddie said eagerly. You bit your lip and nodded at him.

Movie nights were like sleepovers occasionally, Eddie was dressed in only a pair of boxers like usual. It was normal, Steve wore his old basketball shorts shirtless too, it's not like Eddie was being inappropriate. He was comfortable in your home, that's the way it was supposed to be. You only wondered if having these thoughts about your best friend was also the way it was supposed to be. All you could think about was the way he was in the van, you wanted to see that side of Eddie again.

Eddie reached behind him to grab a fuzzy throw blanket and placed it over you two, his hand going back to squeeze your waist, and then your thigh, rubbing you there. His eyes were trained on the movie, trying to look distracted while his hand kept inching toward your heat. Suddenly Eddie's hand rested on your clothed pussy, his fingers curling so that you could feel his middle finger poking at your hole slightly, still unmoving to do anything else, the two of you stayed that way for a few minutes in silence, neither of you saying anything like it wasn't happening. You felt your chest rise shallowly and your hand reached inside Eddie's boxers where your hand rested on his hard cock.

Eddie took this as a chance to slip his hand inside your shorts, his middle and index fingers curled inside your pussy. Your hand moved under the covers, stroking him while you two kept your eyes fixated on the movie. But all you could think about was how Eddie's fingers were slowly fucking your underneath the blanket.

"You're so warm. Do you wanna cuddle, I need more heat," Eddie said, what he really meant was he needed more of your heat, specifically the heat between your thighs.

"Mhm," you lay down, Eddie spoons you from behind, covering you two up with the blanket and making sure Steve was still asleep.

Eddie nuzzles into your neck and kisses you, his hands reach up to cup your tits. Eddie keep one hand up your shirt, his other hand pulling your shorts off, all the sudden you feel Eddie's cock slot between your thighs. You gasp and Eddie covers your mouth and shushes you, "shh, this is the best part, sweetheart," Eddie refers to the movie while his fingers work your clit expertly. Eddie kisses your cheek and then your mouth, "need you to keep every part of me warm, hm?" Eddie whispers this into your ear, then slams his cock into your wet hole, wanting nothing more than to hear you moan with his hand over your mouth. Slow, hot, and wet strokes of Eddie's cock fills you while he keeps his hand over your mouth to keep you from waking up Steve.

"I've wanted this for so long, baby. You have no idea how long I've waited to feel this pussy, I knew you'd be ready for me. I can't seem to keep my eyes off you ever since you sat on my lap two months ago when we were playing cards. I know you didn't mean to, but you kept wiggling around. I know you felt my dick digging into your ass, that's when the secret touches started. You didn't tell anyone about that, did you?"

You shake your head no, you didn't tell Steve about the touches and when it actually started. You knew he wanted you, it was all about the back and forth game you two were playing, the secrecy. He'd touch you accidentally, and you'd do the same back, feigning innocence to keep the ongoing game more exciting. You had him on edge, waiting for the right moment to act on the desires that clouded both of your minds.

Eddie's hand still clasped over your mouth he spoke about that first night, "at first, I thought it was an accident. But once you felt my cock get hard you kept wiggling and then you, fuck- you really started humping my thigh. You rode my fucking thigh when everyone was too drunk to notice, I jerked off in your bedroom that night. Hand down my pants, I came in my own pants. I stained my underwear and left early, holding my jacket over my front. You knew exactly what you were doing, don't act so surprised that you love my cock inside you. You've been waiting for it for so long," Eddie whispered in your ear, giving you full body chills.

Eddie spoke again, "when I let go of your mouth, don't make any noise. Just do what I say, and I might go easy on you." You do what he says and turn to face him, he turns you around to face him and hikes your leg over his hip and you sink down onto him, letting Eddie fuck you as fast and hard as he wants. You can't help yourself, you smother Eddie in kisses all over his chest, neck, and end at his lips, you suck on his tongue and you can hear a deep moan come from him. The two of you go wide-eyed and glance to see Steve stirring under his covers, you and Eddie pretend you're sleeping, Eddie covering both of you up to your necks. You two close your eyes and pretend to have fallen asleep, cuddling innocently, as Steve wakes up and makes his way to the guest bedroom.

You start to move but Eddie grabs your ass with vigor and slams you back down on him, "I didn't say to move, baby. Be a good girl and don't torture me any longer, please." It's demanding, but mainly pleading of him. Eddie's desperate to keep this going for as long as possible.

"I'm not going anywhere, Eddie," you kiss his cheek and Eddie smiles at you, wide and Cheshire-like, like he's up to something.

"So you're saying you're my little cockwarmer now, guess that's better than cock-tease," he chuckles and you swat his arm. "Hey, I like you whether you're a cockwarmer or cock-tease, as long as you're near my cock we don't have a problem," Eddie laughs at his own ridiculous statement, being that he was still completely serious in all he was saying though.

"I'm going to miss our little game though, that was so exciting," you say grinding yourself on Eddie.

"I bet you do, you just love to torture me don't you, babydoll. We can play games all you want, that's fine. But the more you tease me the rougher I'm going to be, you know that though, brat," Eddie chokes you, bringing your lips to his for a passionate steamy kiss.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, babe."

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

It's been a while since Steve’s had a guy friend his own age. (Jonathan doesn't count). When he and Tommy were friends, they used to slap each other on the ass all the time. Carol didn't even blink when they did it. So, he and Eddie have been hanging out a lot lately, which has been great. He didn't even think about it, as he passed Eddie he gave him a slap on the ass.

"Woah!" Eddie squeaked, his cheeks red. "Buy a guy dinner first."

"Don't cream your pants, Munson," Steve said, rolling his eyes. "It's what friends do. We're friends."

"Do you do this with Robin or the kids?" Eddie asked.

"No, that'd be weird," Steve said and he narrowed his eyes at him.

"Are you telling me that you did that with Hagen?" Eddie asked, scoffing. "Next, you'll tell me you guys made out as friends."

Steve stared at him. Eddie stared back, and then he scowled at him.

"No. No way," Eddie said.

"What? We didn't have girlfriends at the time, and we would pretend to be girls together," Steve said. "It didn't mean anything."

"Uh, Stevie," Eddie said, placing his hands gently on his shoulders. "That's not very straight guy behavior."

"It's not?" Steve asked with wide innocent eyes.

"Okay. Tell me if you think this is straight," Eddie said. "Can I kiss you?"

"Sure. As friends?" Steve asked.

Eddie growled and kissed him. Steve grinned against his mouth and pushed him against the wall as Steve deepened the kiss. They broke apart, breathing heavily.

"Eddie, I've known since forever I'm bisexual," Steve laughed. "It just wasn't Tommy who woke me up."

"Then why did you - ?"

"I wanted you to kiss me first," Steve said, smirking.

"Asshole! So, who did wake you up?" Eddie asked.

"You in my freshman year," Steve said.

Eddie smiled and pressed another kiss to his lips before pulling back again.

"So, how often do you pretend like you don't know what's happening so you can fuck with people?" Eddie asked.

"I don't know. How often am I around the kids?" Steve asked, and Eddie laughed.

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[wormdebut]

FEBRUARY MICROFIC - EDDIE IS KINDA…

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: edge | WORD COUNT: 509 | Rated: T | CW: internalized homophobia, anxious Steve

——

Here they are again, Eddie on one side of the couch, Steve on the other. Steve isn’t even sure why he’s currently hanging off the edge of his own couch like a fucking weirdo, but he and Eddie stay on their sides.

Which—doesn’t make any sense to him, because he and Tommy would share space and blankets and body heat in the winter and—it was normal. Right?

At least—he thought it was normal—but maybe this was normal, and Steve simply didn’t know any better.

——

Turns out staring at your best guy friend longingly from the edge of your parents stupid ass, hoity-toity sofa is ‘not normal behavior Steve, that’s pretty fucking gay.’

Steve is currently pacing the length of his kitchen, trying to process his stupid dumb conversation with stupid dumb Robin.

He couldn’t be gay—right? That is so—that would be so—Women, you know? But also—Eddie. Eddie is kinda—no! But…yes?

“Fuck!” Steve yells.This is so stupid. Why is this all so fucking confusing?

“Um—Stevie? You alright over there?” Eddie’s voice rings through the kitchen and he tenses.

“Hi, Eddie.” Steve intones, it’s flat. “You know what? I’m not okay. I feel like I’m going insane because I can’t stop thinking about you. Which—don’t get me wrong there are certainly worse people that I could be thinking about—“

“Gee, thanks Stevie.” Eddie offers. Steve keeps rambling—explaining his scattered thoughts to a very red faced Eddie.

“And then Robin said that clearly that means that I’m gay or bi-something—which—I’m not—cause that would be—“

Eddie breathes in with a sharp inhale. “That would be—what, Steve?”

“Well—that would be—“

“That would be.” Eddie quips as he hops off the counter quickly. “Hey—listen Steve, I’m gonna go, okay?”

“Wait!” Steve pleads, “Why?”

Eddie runs his hands over his face. “Because, Steve, I don’t really want to sit here and listen to the guy I have a big fat crush on, panic about how he may or may not feel the same way!”

Eddie—what? He—what?

“Y-you, like me?” Steve asks and Eddie nods. “Then why do you sit so far away from me on movie nights?”

Eddie laughs, “What? Steve, this whole crisis is because of that?”

“Well—yes?” Steve isn’t sure why that’s what set all this off, but it is. He tells Eddie as much and he laughs, again.

“Stop laughing at me Eddie! I’m trying to explain and—“

Eddie cuts him off, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Steve, baby, I’m not laughing at you.”

Baby. Baby. Baby.

Steve watches as the hand on his shoulder moves, Eddie cups Steve’s cheek and he can’t help but lean into it.

Steve can’t say shit, ‘baby’ still playing on loop in his head.

“I’m laughing because we’re both idiots.” Eddie says, it’s soft, and his stupid eyes are shining. Steve thinks Robin is right.

“Eddie?” Steve breathes. Eddie’s hand is still on his cheek, his thumb running across cheekbone.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Kiss me, please.”

——

Later, Steve and Eddie are on the couch, not a trace of space between them.

Steve couldn’t be happier.

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[griefabyss69]

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‘HOLE’ wc: 404 | rated: E | cw: None

Steve hates the way he can't stop thinking about Eddie's tongue.

Eddie's got this whole… deal.

His like, rocker thing or whatever; it comes with habits.

The physical drama he employs – constantly stomping around and yelling about the man or whatever, pretending he doesn't know the name of a fucking sport like he was born yesterday, sticking his tongue out at least twice a day, those habits.

Steve hates it.

The face down on his bed, ass up in the air as he fantasizes about Eddie sticking that tongue somewhere he shouldn't, type of hate.

Steve wants to hate his own habit too, but he always cums the hardest when he approximates the feeling of Eddie's stupid tongue by flicking his lubed fingers gently over his hole, wondering how deeply Eddie could shove it inside.

And Eddie hates Steve, includes him within Enemy #2, right underneath The Man; Jocks.

He gets it – half the time he wishes he wasn't subjected to jocks either – but given how Eddie seems to think his little devil horn display is gonna freak him out like he's a part of Jason's crew, he sees a lot of his tongue. He shows it off, curls it at the tip, strong and flexible… It always has him clenching around thin fucking air, gets him hard at light speed.

The problem doesn't go away when they start talking either, halfhearted pleasantries when Steve wants to buy what he's selling. Eddie behaves, takes his job seriously, but he licks his lips like every two minutes and runs the tip of it over his teeth while he's thinking and looks at him with dark eyes and –

Asks him things like "You good?" when Steve stares too fucking long.

"Yeah, sorry man," he answers, pulling out his wallet. "Just thinking."

Eddie's smile is almost genuine and Steve needs to feel his teeth where nobody should want to put them.

"Alright," he shrugs easily, and accepts payment without bothering to count it by now.

Steve always tips well. He knows it's desperate behavior, but it's how they've gotten to the point where Eddie'll even say more than three words to him. He's curious about if he offers other services, but there's no decent way for him to ask "How much to let me sit on your face?" without being certain he does.

He just pockets his weed and stares at Eddie's mouth once more, freshening his memory for when he fucks himself tonight.

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[honey-flustered]

Made With Love (Fluff)

Eddie Munson x Crocheter!Soft!GF!Plus!Reader

Summary: You love making gifts for your boyfriend and his cool uncle. And Eddie just simply adores you.

A/N: Just short draft that ive kept for a while now because i just didn’t know what to do with it. So ive decided to publish it as it is so that in the meantime i can get my shit together.

Word Count: 1.5k+

Summary: inexperienced!reader and eddie, plus size reader, hinted!autistic reader, eddie being a simp for reader, lots of fluff, wayne being reader’s number 1 supporter (don’t tell eddie 🤭), sexually suggestive language and behavior, some body worship, kissing, cuddling

Eddie Munson is the luckiest man in the world. No really because just how did he manage to get a girl like you in his arms? You went beyond his criteria of a perfect girl which was simply to be a woman. But you’ve exceeded in ways he could have never imagined.

For one, you’ve got amazing taste in music. Despite the differences in your music genres, you both appreciate the variety and exchange songs all the time. Second, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Eddie knew he loved rubenesque women but you were all that and more. He swears could die and go to heaven at the feeling of your thick thighs and soft belly as you’d lay his head on either part. And not to mention that beautiful face he yearns to see smiling at him constantly with those enchanting eyes that seem to twinkle endlessly.

Lastly—a fact about you that has both facts, one and two, beat—you’re awfully talented. You bake, paint, and, best of all, you crochet.

You crochet just about everything and he admires it. The best part is you always came up with the most interesting things that even Eddie wasn’t sure he needed.

Currently, you and Eddie were curled up on his couch. Your eyes wandering his shaky lean frame while his eyes stays glued to the television set, a gentle hand caressing your thigh.

You pride yourself for being an observant one, a skill you’ve had to perfect throughout your childhood in order to understand the world around you. And because you’re so observant, nothing gets passed you including the way he continues to shiver beside you.

“Something wrong?” You ask, concerned.

“Just my unusually cold wrists as always,” Eddie sighs. “Strangely specific, I know. It’s the chain bracelet and leather cuffs. The silver and leather are like ice against my skin with this freezing ass weather.”

You smile brightly, clapping your hands in excitement. “Actually, I have just the thing for this little issue.”

“Oh, do you?” Eddie smirks, nose scrunching up in amusement.

“Mhm,” You nod as you began rummaging through your bumblebee bag (crocheted by yours truly). “Close you eyes.”

“‘Kay.” He obeys with a smile never leaving his face.

Rushing up to stand in front of the television set, you held the items behind your back before commanding your boyfriend to open his eyes once more.

“So…I’ve noticed the way you rub your wrists for the friction to radiate some heat because they’re always so cold lately. And I also notice that when the cold becomes to unbearable you’re forced to remove your wrist accessories,” You began your spiel as if you’re in an infomercial. “Why should you sacrifice style or possibly losing your accessories because of naked wrists? Well not anymore with my handy dandy…wrist bands!”

You shoot your hands up and out in front of you, dangling each red and white patterned wristband in either hand. “I also call them Eds Bracelet Warmers as a placeholder product name.”

“That’s metal!” Eddie praises, standing up to study the bands closely. You release them into his hands and he stares down at them in awe, sliding each onto his arm and making a little show of them before his attention resumes back on you.

“Do you like it?” You say rocking back and forth on your heels anxiously.

“I love it! It’s the best gift you’ve ever given me.”

You snort out a giggle. “You say that with every crochet I’ve made you.”

“I was wrong all the other times. I mean, as much as I love the crocheted mug warmers, pillows, and seat cover…I’m thinking this might top them all. Just look at the detailing on this. You’re like a goddamn Picasso. Thank you, sweetheart,” Eddie says with a hand on his chest, letting you know just how much you’ve touched his heart. Then he suddenly grows shy, tapping his index fingers together as he avoids your gaze. “Permission to hold you. Maybe…kiss you a little.”

“You don’t have to ask,” You run into his embrace, cupping his face in your hands to plant a searing hot kiss onto his lips. With the mixture of your forwardness and his knee-buckling reaction, he’s sent falling back against the couch with you still in his arms.

You scramble to peel yourself off from above him, not wanting to put to much pressure on his slender frame. And yet he interlocks his fingers together right on your lower back, keeping you still. “Wait, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never, baby,” Eddie says, bringing a hand up to your face to caress your cheek. He then traces his thumb faintly around your lips. “I want you on me all the time.”

He suddenly becomes nervous, a tinge of pink coloring his cheeks. He’s nervous under your alluring gaze, aware that you’re clocking every shift and change in his facial features and mood. Embarrassingly, he had an erection that you no doubt felt in between your bodies and pressing against your belly. Eddie decides to release you from his full grasp.

Instead of pulling away, you draw his thumb into your mouth slowly, pursing your lips around them as you look him through your lashes and half-lidded eyes.

He chokes out an audible whine, even the inside of your mouth felt good. He’s never wanted to explore it this badly. When you pull your mouth around the digit with a pop, Eddie’s quick to cup your face now and shoves his tongue into your mouth. He takes control of the motions, gradually rolling your bodies over so that he’d end up on top.

His eager hands glide up your smooth skin of your thighs, pushing up your dress that fit snug around you. Your hands entangle themselves in his hair, letting your long nails lightly scratch his scalp.

You and Eddie have been soft lovers with one another, taking your time and being patient with one another regarding physical affection. It took a lot for the two of you to feel comfortable enough to ask each other for touches and eventual kisses. You’d say you’ve gotten pretty far.

Sometimes, things would get heated and you’d be concerned that it might lead to sex considering you’re both virgins. However, aside from your anxieties and insecurities, you actually did feel as if you’re ready to give yourself to him. But ever the gentleman, Eddie is usually one to call it quits.

But with his lips moving against your own so passionately, you couldn’t see how he’d pull away now. Especially not when you’ve got fistful of his Hellfire club shirt in your hands to prevent him from doing so.

Nonetheless, he pulls away much to your chagrin. The faint reminder of his lips against yours still felt by you in the span of a millisecond. You wish that feeling could linger forever.

He stares down at you, examining the look on your face. It’s your turn to hold him still against you, your nails burrowing in his exposed lower back.

“Sweetheart…” Eddie begins as if in a trance.

“Yes…Eddie.”

“I think…that I—”

The swinging of the creaky, trailer door is enough to lurch you both apart, sitting in your designated seats on the couch. Uncle Wayne enters the room with a hand over one eye and an outstretched hand to guide himself into the home.

“All clear?” He asks.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “All clear, Waydog. We’ve been good.”

Wayne opens his eyes slowly, his gaze landing on you on the couch. He perks up with a bright smile. “Oh, y/n, what a pleasant surprise! I wasn’t sure you’d be here. I was actually worried I was going to walk into Eddie watching—“

“Dude!” Eddie interrupts, staring at his uncle in incredulous betrayal.

“Aw come on. I kid, I kid. You know that’s what we Munson men do. She’s used to that by now.” Wayne chuckles, placing some bags of grocery on the counter.

You giggle, soothing Eddie’s hair as way of ensuring him that it’s okay. Going over to the kitchen, you and Eddie help Wayne unload the groceries when Wayne notices the crochet bands around his nephew’s wrists.

“Those look neat! You think you could make me a pair?” Wayne asks you with hopeful eyes.

“Of course! And don’t you worry, I’ll even get them to match the beanie hat I’m still making for you.” You beam.

“Woah, woah. Wait a minute. He gets a matching hat?” Eddie inquires with a pout.

“Oh, like you haven’t stolen the first hat she’s made me.” Wayne chuckles.

“I didn’t steal. I borrowed.”

“For 4 whole months?”

“There isn’t a time limit for borrowing something. If there is, I’d like to see the rule.” Eddie challenges.

“I think you’re just jealous of us,” Wayne says, standing beside you with you nodding in agreement. “Why else would you take my gifts if not to have them all to yourself?”

“My girlfriend and my uncle in alliance against me.” Eddie laughs, shaking his head in bewilderment. “Didn’t think I’d see the day coming so soon.”

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[roanniom]

Hi Issa 💗 miss you!

could i request my fave from you? teddy!eddie and maybe a lil bratty reader? 👀

no pressure if it doesn’t spark anything. ily.

Leighanne, my love!!! I've been missing you, too!

Teddy!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, bratty behavior and slight dom!Eddie, PIV/unprotected sex, light spanking

You know better than to be bratty with Eddie. He gives you anything you want, any time you want, so really what's the point of pushing his buttons?

That's what your rational brain usually thinks. But today you had such a good time riling him up. Watching those muscles tense, watching his jaw set and his eyes narrow. You sassed him and questioned him and shook your head defiantly all through dinner out, for no reason other than the fact that you could see the way his fingers turned white against his rings when he clenched his fists in frustration on the booth's leather seat.

Upon returning home, you got your reward sooner than you'd anticipated when Eddie slammed you against the door after closing it.

"I see the game you're playing, baby," he'd whispered, dangerously low in your ear. One hand stayed solid at your hip, keeping you pressed to the door, but the other migrated upwards, sliding over your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and to your throat, which he held gently. "And you know I'd be mad if it didn't turn me on so much, you needy little thing."

That was an hour and two orgasms ago. Now you're on your hands and your knees on the couch with Eddie behind you, fucking into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

"That's it, baby, isn't it? Just wanted attention, huh?" he grunts as he thrusts in and out of you at a punishing pace. You're a whimpering mess at this point, unsure what you even want as your body wriggles to both get away from the force of the impact and also push back into him to feel him deeper.

"T-Teddy..." you manage to gasp. Your face mashes down into the fabric of the couch with a moan, making your words even more muffled. "More...more, please."

"So sweet," Eddie muses, hiking your hips up even higher so he can reach a deeper angle, abiding by your wishes even as he teases you for them. "Such a sweet girl now even though you were being such a brat earlier?"

When you don't respond, Eddie gives you what he knows you want - a swift spank to your ass. The brightness of the crack against your skin sizzles through your veins and you cry out.

"Yes!"

"That a yes to my question or a yes to being spanked?" Eddie jokes, pulling out of you and fisting his now creamy cock. You whine at the sudden unexpected emptiness and lift your ass up, almost as if you can entice him to slide back into your waiting cunt. In response to your impertinence, Eddie delivers a light, wet slap right between your legs, making you gasp and surge forward. "Answer me."

"Wh-what was the question?" you ask breathlessly, turning your head to try and look back at Eddie through your daze. Eddie just laughs, leaning back against the arm of the couch and continuing to tug on his cock while watching you watch him helplessly.

"Already gone dumb. Just want to be filled and slapped around a little, isn't that right baby?"

You get shakily back onto your hands and knees and look over your shoulder at him with big, hopeful eyes.

"Yes, Teddy. Please."

When he doesn't immediately get back to fucking you, instead allowing his eyes to go slightly out of focus staring at your puffy, dripping pussy, you whimper. Eddie chuckles and hushes you, shuffling back up behind you and lining himself back up.

"Okay stop whining, Teddy's got you." He slides in deep, landing two back to back spanks to each of your ass cheeks just as he bottoms out in the deepest part of you. It does nothing to quiet you, but your whines do deepen into moans which he has no intention of asking you to stop. Eddie leans forward and peppers kisses to your spine before picking back where he left off with his thrusts.

"Teddy's gonna treat you right."

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

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[courtingchaos]

oooo but what about Doesn't-Know-He's-An-Incubus Eddie. like growing up his life was completely normal until he's older and starts having sex and he realizes he feels so.... strong.

This would be good too because the part I left out is him haunting comic book stores and tabletop game spaces because those girls are so desperate for a dude to not mansplain to them. They just want to be included and they know what they’re talking about and Eddie just loves teaching people. He’s like, the only dude who isn’t shooing them off or telling them they’re dumb. And it would get him so much ass.

Like picture it. He’s unaware of any actual power he might have. Probably got it from Al, that Munson charm he always wielded had to come from somewhere. Eddie would see these girls getting dragged around by boyfriends who could care less that they were there, if only to show the other dudes that ‘hey, I have a girlfriend and you don’t.’

He’d smile and ask them about their character sheet and next thing he knows he’s in the back of his van with her. He’s sliding into another random bed. He’s leaving after getting his world rocked enough that he feels like a brand new man. He’s finding people at the Hideout on terrible dates and suddenly he’s getting these little flashes of himself in the middle of getting his dick sucked. Nothing he’d ever seen, at least not from that angle, but they’re just brief rose tinted images.

It’d happen more and more, for longer periods. Someone’s babbling under him and he’s like, taken by visions. Sometimes it’s just him sometimes it’s someone else. Sometimes he’s just a polished version of himself, some kind of rockstar-model combo, but then he starts seeing it. That freak behavior.

“A tiefling? Really?” He asks mid stroke. He looms over her while staring through her. He can see the horns weaving through his hair. The deep purple skin and black eyes. A forked tongue flicks down at her with his grin bracketing it.

“Wh-what?” She’s breathless and gone. He shifts his gaze to catch her’s and he can’t. Eyes fogged over with lust, mist that settles over the color of her iris.

“Is this it, your big fantasy?”

“Uh huh.”

He leans in close pushing her knees into her chest. Spread open so vulnerably under him. He could eat her up and he doesn’t think she’d ever complain. Inches from her face he’s whispering to her, talking her to the edge of her pleasure. Writhing and shaking under him, nails digging into his biceps he barely notices the scratches or the draw of blood. He hasn’t noticed the change in his voice. There’s a baseline to it, something deep and reverberating and it almost strings her orgasm along longer.

When she finally comes down and unwinds from herself Eddie realizes he never came. There was a spell happening in the back of his van, something heady and new. He could snatch that image of himself out of thin air and tuck it away for later. It makes him chuckle while she’s trying to wiggle back into her jeans.

“So do you play as a tiefling or was that just something you came up with on the spot?” He’s buttoning his own jeans and doesn’t catch her giving him a weird look.

“What?”

“The…tiefling thing. Big purple guy?” The ‘me’ is implied but he doesn’t say it.

“I don’t-I’m not-“

“I’m not picking on you.” He’s quick to reassure but she looks confused, not hurt.

She shakes her head. “I didn’t think you were.” There’s a shy smile that she tries to hide. When he opens the door to help her step out she asks if he’ll be around for next weeks session. It’s unsaid but he catches the flash of the inside of his van.

“Sure.” He’s vibrating. His skin crackles and his blood sings. This feels better than any bong rip or bump he’s sniffed. There’s a tingling along his spine as he watches her walk away and he tries to figure out just what it was he was doing in the dark.

#this is a FOI blog btw sorry for the references #I just liked the book for a lot of things and I’m digging into my clay stash to mold #asks!

[youaremyhome]

Pieces of the Night: Starry Eyed

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk.

Notes: 3.7k words. This is part 2! smut time party ppl

The next time Rafe sees you is a week before winter break.

He almost doesn’t recognize you. Natural curls cascade down your back, flipping around as you move your body. Unlike Halloween, where you danced playfully, you now grind your hips down to the bass of the song. A tight skirt threatens to expose your ass as you arch your back. His nostrils flare at the sight.

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but he had looked for you at other parties. At the local bars, around campus, and even Instagram. Your account was private but he made sure to follow your roommates since you haven’t accepted his request.

It’s how he found you tonight.

He had been stalking their profiles just to get glimpses of you. And tonight, Louise had tagged you in a picture on her story and he recognized the fireplace mantel where you posed with other girls. He dragged Kelce with him to the apartment because he knew Kelce wouldn’t say shit to him.

All this time, all those weeks between seeing you, Rafe had agonized over why you were stuck in his head. Why he kept picturing your thighs while he fisted his cock. Why each time he fucked someone, your face had been the one he pictured when he came.

Except… he thinks he gets it now as he stares at you.

You were soft.

Soft curves that swept down the slope of your body instead of sharp angles of collar and hip bones. Soft movements, almost calculating but too natural to be. Velvety lips that stretched out to wide grins, eyes delicate with mirth and contentment.

Soft in the way you handled people, in your laughter even when it’s high and cracks. How it would sound as you sighed.

Supple skin dotted with the occasional birthmark. Unmarred landscape made to be marked.

Fluffy hair that should be wrapped tightly around his fist.  

Oh, how he wants to ruin you.

You’re drunker tonight. Head rolling back on your shoulders, a sheen of sweat glistening down your throat. Rafe feels his own bob with a hard swallow, his mouth watering with want. As the song mixes into a different one you lean over to yell something to Louise who nods and continues to dance as you maneuver through the thick crowd.

Rafe follows, struggling to stalk faster as there are too many bodies in this tight space, eyes intent on the back of your head. It disappears as you shut the kitchen door behind you. People try distracting him by their obnoxious greetings, Kelce asking him where he’s going but he ignores them all.  

By the time he makes it out to the back porch, you’re slanting against the railing with another guy. His hand raised up and handing you something. A vape. That the prick probably already smoked. That you were going to put your lips too. He can’t let that happen. So, he calls your name.

You startle but in your drunken state, it's more of a sway, your head tilting up to him.

“Hi! Rafe, right?” You ask innocently.

The fucking audacity of you.

He pulls a tight smile, a hand combing through his sweaty hair. “Yeah.” His eyes slide to the prick still standing too close to you, then back to you. “You smoke now?”

“Only when I’m drunk.”

Your eyes are glazed, heavy-lidded and your body relaxed, unlike last time when you were keyed up and taking care of others. The long sleeves of your top are like a second skin on you, top tucked into that cute little skirt.

“How about a real cigarette then? Hmm?” A sly smirk curls his lips as your eyes lit up.

“Ok!” Your eyes are brought back to the guy that has slowly (smartly) inched back from you. “Never mind Eddie, I’ll just bum off of Rafe.”

You pat Eddie’s chest in what’s supposed to be a nice gesture. All Rafe thinks is that he’ll break your wrist if you do it again.

Rafe slips his tall body next to yours, chest brushing along your shoulder. His knuckles grip the railing behind you, half caging you in as he stares down the poor bastard. You don’t appear to notice the thickening tension, in your own little drunken world, waiting for your cigarette.

Eddie gives a forced chuckle, breaking Rafe’s glare. “Ok, sure. I’ll, um…I’ll see you in lecture.”

Fucking pussy.

You wave your hand as Eddie fleas Rafe’s murderous frown which turns into an easy-go-lucky slip of a smile as you look up at him. Rafe reaches into the front pocket of his button-down and pulls out his pack. Flipping the lid open with one finger, he dips his head down, inching closer to your face, teeth biting the end of a cigarette to pull it out. He flips it in his fingers and holds it out to you. Frustratingly, you shake your head no.

“I can’t smoke a whole one. Can I share it with you instead?”  

How sweet you are.

You actually hold his eye contact this time, the alcohol loosening you up just the way he needs. You turn your body towards him, leaning back with Rafe towering over you. Flickering the lighter, he presses the flame to the end, puffing in a breath before blowing out the smoke right in your face. Your hand waves around quickly in front of you.

“You asshole!” You laugh, tapping at his chest.

His hand swiftly catches yours, keeping it there as you feel his steady heartbeat. With his other hand, he pulls the cigarette out from between his lips and turns it so the end is now hovering by those plump lips.  

Just a small moment of hesitation crosses your pretty features and then your lips are puckering around the end, the cherry burning brighter as you inhale. His eyes are zeroed in at your mouth, a perfect little o as you slowly exhale the smoke to the left of him. Making him bark out a laugh when you blow the tail end of it right into his face.

“Where’s the moon tonight?” Rafe asks, nodding his head to the empty sky.

Your smile is wide as you turn your head up, giving Rafe a delicious view of the long column of your neck. “It’s a new moon.” Facing back, you give him that sweet smile. “Looks like it's just us and the stars.”

He’s close to you, his body heat transferring over to you, eyes blinking slowly at him. He brings the stick to your mouth again and this time there’s no pause as you take a hit.

“I always forget how much I actually hate cigarettes.” You chuckle, sticking your tongue out, hating the aftertaste.  

“Then don’t smoke.”

You roll your eyes. He lets you pull your hand away from his. “It gives me a nice little high.”

He can tell, your head rocking side to side as your eyes flutter. He can also see the imprint your lipstick has left on the butt, deliberately lining his lips with it.

“I can give you something better than that.” He says, smoke trailing out his mouth. You furrow your brows, raising one in question. He reaches back in his pocket, pulling out a little baggie of white powder. “Ta-da.”

Suddenly, you’re shy again. “I don’t know…”

“What? You only do coke on special occasions?”

“Something like that,” you say embarrassed, hand raising up to rub at your other arm. You give an awkward laugh. “Plus, I don’t even know where you got that stuff from!”

His eyes slightly narrow, nodding his head slowly. You’re a smart girl. But Rafe is always a step ahead.  

“This is the same coke Carson gave you on Halloween.” By your confused expression, Rafe interrupts your thought. “Who do you think Carson got the coke from in the first place?”

He doesn’t mean to sound condescending, but he’s getting so impatient the way you're just dangling yourself in front of him like the easiest fucking bait alive. Judging by the sour purse of your mouth, you don’t like that.

“I just meant you could trust me is all,” He softens his expression, handing you the cigarette this time.

Rafe can tell you're mulling it over in your head and goddamn it, he didn’t expect you to think when you’re this drunk. He doesn’t have much patience as it is and with how hard he is at just of thought of getting you alone, it’s kind of overwhelming him. You take another hit of the cigarette then blow the grey smoke out to the sky.

“Fine, I’ll give into your peer pressure.” Your words slur together a bit, a teasing tilt to your lips.

Taking keys out of his shorts pocket, Rafe scoops a key into the white dust, and balancing a small bump on the end of it, guides it to your nose watching as your eyes flicker up to him one more time before your leaning in, sniffing it.

Rafe doesn’t give you a moment before he’s surging downward, big hand gripping the side of your neck and bruising his lips to yours. Pressing your ass back against the rail as he tightens his hold when he feels your mouth open, tongue darting in to meet yours, swiping and tasting the combination of smoke and alcohol. Your lips are plush against his, molding so easily into the harsh press of his, shy tongue rolling across and barely pushing into his mouth. A low groan is shared to your mouth, making you smile and laughter vibrates his lips, making it difficult for him to kiss you deeper.  

“Come home with me,” Rafe mumbles, lips giving small pecks between his words.

“Oh, uh – ” Rafe doesn’t wait for an answer as he tilts his head and captures your lips perfectly.

The kiss gradually becomes harder, messier with Rafe’s body flushed to yours. Not knowing where to put your hands, you grip at the end of his shirt, pulling on it to bring him closer. You feel so good against him, even clothed and barely touching you Rafe is getting harder by the second.

Somewhere in the background of your little bubble, the tempo of the music increases to a techno beat which causes you to pull away from him, Rafe’s kisses pressing to the corner of your lips and then to your cheek.

“I love this song!” Is all you say before you’re grabbing ahold of his hand and pulling him back inside, too late for him to protest.

Rafe grumps but he follows your stumbles to the living room where you reunite with Louise who had been jumping around with other girls. You all squeal together and it annoys the shit out of Rafe but with the way he watches your increasingly clumsy movements, he decides it couldn’t hurt to stay for one more song. He does make sure your attention is back on him once he feels like you’ve had your fill of your friends, hands pulling your hips back to him. Bodies tight together as you begin to dance.

Your body moves like molten gold, all thick and slow, pressing into him as his hands start to roam over your hips. Fingers dragging up your sides, giving small squeezes just to feel you twitch and sigh out. Your head barely reaches his shoulder as you lean back, his hand following up and curling around your fragile throat.

Beautiful eyes rapidly move over his face, all dazed and euphonic, a slack smile beaming up at him. Rafe kisses you again, letting his fingers ever-so-gently squeeze, giving him the air out of your lungs. It’s only a taste of what he has in store for you tonight.

Your ass is grinding back on him, uncoordinated with the beat but you don’t seem to notice, just pushing up onto your tip toes to arch your back and kiss him more. He loves that others can see you like this, draped over him and showing everyone who you’ll be going home with.

At this point, Rafe is basically edging himself with your delectable body sliding up and down, so ready for the taking as he gives a small shove of his hips to your ass. He has licked and kissed away your lipstick, can feel your muscles grow heavy as your movements begin to slow. Now, is the perfect moment to whisk you away.

There’s no option for you to complain as his hand grips your wrist and tugs strongly, weaving between people. Louise is too busy dancing to notice your stumbling body getting dragged away. He knows how protective your friends are of you - he doesn’t blame them, but they can’t hide you away from him. He knows this was a rare chance, Louise wasn’t as observant as the others, not as protective, so it was perfect that it was only you two together tonight.

It’s only once the cool air is chilling your cheeks do you seem to rise from the fog that had overtaken your brain.

“Wait…” Voice slurred and heavy. “Lou – Lou is… inside. Gotta tell her.”

“Louise is fine and you’re a big girl, aren’t you? You can text her.” Rafe dismisses you easily.

His truck is parked right outside, opening the door and helping up into the seat. After buckling you up and settling himself in the driver seat, Rafe gives you a once-over. Your eyes are closed as you hum a nonsensical tune, hands rubbing at the leather, the smooth texture tickling your fingertips.

“Another bump for the road?”

The key is ready for you, Rafe holding it under your nose and your natural instinct is to sniff it without a thought.

Rafe smirks, hand extending out to soothe over your cheek, thumbing at your bottom lip. You struggle to open your eyes, half open as you turn to him, nuzzling into his warm hand. The feel of his rough fingers tightening on your cheek causes you to let out a shaky moan. Just the harsh breathing from Rafe is heard and then a mumbled fuck, and soon the rumble of the engine turning on.

He periodically watches you zone in and out during the drive to his place. Little random ramblings of the sky, your friends, and upcoming finals. He speeds there, maneuvering through the light traffic of 2 am.

He makes it in record time, eagerly leading you into his apartment building by the hand. Your dilated pupils bounce around the foyer, making slurred comments on the architecture and how modern it is.

In his eagerness, Rafe pushes you into the elevator when you take too long, your back bumping back against the mirrored wall. He can’t keep his lips off of you, of your mouth or neck, tongue slithering out to lap down your chest. Tasting the sweat of your skin, the smell of you filling his senses fully, growling back as you whine.

With the extra powder in your system, your body has to rely on his as he hurriedly walks to the door, fumbling with his keys in excitement. Your bodies are a flurry of movement across the entrance, door slamming shut blindly as hands grip your face hard, teeth clashing with hunger you’ve never felt before.

Rafe rips at your shirt, ruining it and letting the tethers float to the floor, giving you no time to morn as he pulls at your hips to his bedroom. He feels like a goddamn teenager about to lose his virginity, his heart pumping blood straight to his cock with every pulse. He makes quick work of your bra and reveals your full, perky tits. The sight of your heaving chest is so much fucking better than his imagination could conjure up, hard little nipples kissing the air with goosebumps spreading down.

Just a small push to your shoulder and your back is bouncing back on the bed, giggling stupidly as your arms rise over your head, stretching your body out.

“How you feeling, angel?” Rafe asks. He finds he likes the sound of your voice.

You toss your head side to side on the pillows, laughing more as his hands begin to slide down your tits, twerking your nipples before continuing his journey down.

“Feel…Feel like –” You grunt as you struggle to explain yourself. “Feels reallyyy good. You… You feel good.”

“Good.” Rafe smiles down at you, hands skimming your tummy, teasing at the waist of your skirt for a moment focusing on the way your stomach contracts. The skirt is wiggled off of your hips along with your black panties Rafe knows he will keep.

And now look at you. A sight to behold and only for him.

Completely naked, high, and pliant.

Rafe’s hungry eyes take their fill as his fingers pull at his shorts, not even bothering with his shirt. Cock throbbing and red from being teased all night long – no, for months long. Settling on his knees between your legs, he watches mesmerized as he parts your thighs wider, spreading those puffy lips of yours to expose a pink slit.

There’s a glistening sheen, and Rafe truly thinks you must be an angel sent down to torture him.

“You wet for me?” His voice is low, catching the way you preen, arching your back. Presenting to him.

With one hand around his cock, Rafe lines himself up to your clit. Spreading the gathering wetness, so silky and hot as he grinds his cock up and down.

“I – I –” You’re gasping like he’s already inside you. “I – see pretty colors.”

“Yeah?” Rafe’s breathing is heavy, short, his southern tang coming out. “Yeah, I see something real pretty too.”  

Blue eyes set on the glorious sight of his thick cock slowly stretching you apart, making room for him as you let out airy tiny moans. Your muscles are completely lax, making it easy for him to slide in you without having to stop because shit, you’re fucking tight. A honeyed layer of cushion enveloping all around him, yielding to the intrusion of his steel hard length, like softened butter getting sliced with a knife.

He can’t stop the bitten-out curses as he keeps going, watching as you take every inch until his hips are flushed to your inner thighs. Hands push at the back of your thighs to your chest, changing the angle as Rafe stays still inside of you, feet up in the air.

The new position feels differently the same, hot and wet but with more pressure added, nudging something deep inside you. Your groans are deep down in your chest, uncontrolled and free. Folded in half, Rafe clutches tightly on your plump thighs, groaning when his fingers dent your flesh the way he’s been wanting to since that first night he saw you.

You let out a broken cry, words jumbled together when you tell him to please, please move, need –

“Shhh, shhh. Gotchu angel,” Rafe promises as he pulls out to the tip, grunting when he slams back into you.

It’s a punishing pace. It’s what you deserve after invading him for so long, for hiding this perfect pussy that needs his dick.

Even with your body boneless on the bed, Rafe has to force it in with how tight you are, gritting his teeth as he uses all the strength he has to pound into you. And you take it so beautifully. Fingers crumpling his bedsheets, sweat peppering your hairline as your body is moved without your volitation. He has to press down on your thighs tighter so you stop bouncing up on the bed with each thrust he gives.

Sharp teeth drag anywhere they can get, your shoulders, chest, neck, tits. He needs to make sure you bare his markings, turning spots of skin into red and purple. Whispering praises of how well you're taking his cock, soothing your bruises with his tongue only to bite you again.

The lewd, slippery smacks combined with the squeaking of the bed add to the chorus of your fucking. Rafe’s cock piles straight down into you in messy thrusts, pushing his hips harder into you at different times just to see you engulf every inch of him. His breathing is ragged and curses fly when he uses the hold on your legs to support him just so he can look down.     

He can’t tear his eyes away from you. From your wet pink cunt, or your fluttering eyelashes, or your hair spilled across his bed. He needs to categorize every part of you in this moment. Your moans are louder now, higher pitched as Rafe continues to ram you.

Slipping a hand down Rafe rubs his thumb back and forth across your slick clit, a self-satisfied smirk blooming when you squeal. Your hips jolt up, only making him increase the pressure until you're keening long and loud, almost a scream and he can’t wait until next time when you’ll be cognizant enough to.

Rafe barely rubs your clit for a few minutes before you come on his cock. The rhythmic pulses have him snarling, struggling to push through your tightening walls as he continues to use you. Abusing that poor pussy as hard as he can, knowing you can’t feel half of the pain your body will remember in the morning. He has half a mind to cum inside you, but he wants you to truly remember when he does that for the first time.

For now, he forces himself deeper, harder until he’s right at the edge before pulling out and furiously tugging his cock as he comes all over you. Your name is ripped from his vocal cords along with moans that he can’t stop. Cum spurts up to the underside of your tits, a trail that leads all the way down to your cunt where more is painted on you.

Rafe admires his handiwork as your legs flop down to the bed, eyes closed and half-conscious. Looking so lovely all fucked out and used, his cum soaking into your skin, small hickeys speckling at the base of your neck to your chest.

Looking like a vulgar renaissance painting, pretty as a picture.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x fem!reader #dark!rafe cameron #dark fic #smut #graphiccontent #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #obx #outer banks smut #rafe cameronxreader

[4rlbym]

Jealous Headcanons

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Warnings : suggestive (?) behavior

→ I feel like Eddie doesn't have perfect and impenetrable confidence. (though it may seem like he does) he just likes to pretend that he does.

→ i can see him being loyal n committed to you, i most definitely don't see him as a fuckboy or a player.

→ he may not have the biggest external reaction, but if he seesanother guy talking to you he'll def tense up and his mind will start racing.

→ "what if she thinks he's attractive? why hasn't she walked away yet? does she think of other people? what if i'm not good enough for her?"

→ he'd constantly ask himself those questions and simply over think.

→ But if things start to get out of hand he won't hesitate to call that person out

→ "why the fuck are you staring at my girlfriend?"

→ the poor guy would shit himself on the spot

→ Nah but especially if they get too close to you. like maybe touch your shoulder or any body part. That would send him over the edge

→ I don't think he's the type to use violence in these situations, he'd simply confront the other guy by yelling at him.

→ if he notices guys staring at the two of you'd he'd be extra touchy

→ like extra extra

→ He'd wrap his arm around your waist and whisper dirty nothings into your ear while staring at the person dead in the eyes.

→ or maybe just rest his hand on your ass while giving the others dirty ass looks.

→ But for real, he's somewhat confident in his strength of course, but he wonders of if he's able to depend on someone else in such an intimate manner of if he's just strong or if his personality and heart is enough….. he mulls over it more than you realize.

#Spotify #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things one shot #stranger things drabble #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader

[vexic929]

Lavender Lightning

Chapter 2

Warnings: self-destructive behavior

Chapter 1: link

"He's the cause of all this!" Barry shouted, angry and in disbelief at what he was hearing. Joe couldn't actually be considering letting Harrison Wells take Iris to S.T.A.R. Labs instead of leaving her with legitimate medical doctors. "If his accelerator hadn't caused that freak storm, Iris wouldn't...Iris would be..." Barry's voice broke, his eyes wet with tears as he collapsed heavily onto one of the uncomfortable maroon chairs in the hospital hall.

"Barry, I know you're upset and believe me, I am too, that man did a lot of harm, but you're looking for someone to blame," Joe said, sitting next to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Barry set his jaw and looked away, feeling like he was being scolded. "Of course you don't believe me."

"Barr, listen to me. Wells' machine did not cause that storm. Now, he caused a lot of other problems but he sounds like he has a solution for Iris and I'm gonna hear him out. You can come with me or not, that's up to you. But I'm gonna do what I think is best for Iris." Joe pat Barry's shoulder once before standing and draping his coat over his arm.

"I want what's best for Iris too. I just don't think Dr. Wells is it, Joe. I really don't." Barry said quietly as Joe walked away.

Barry had hardly eaten since Iris had been admitted to the hospital, feeling like all he wanted to do was run a million miles an hour until he burned into nothing or just crawl into bed and sleep until Iris woke up again. He couldn't stomach the thought of losing her, he didn't know what to do without his best friend by his side. Barry let out a heavy sigh and took off his glasses - spares, he hadn't had time to get his old ones fixed or replaced with everything that had happened - before scrubbing his face with his hands as though that could make the mounting anxiety leave.

Barry's stomach growled and as if in cue, a Big Belly Burger bag was in front of his face. He followed the arm holding it up to see Eddie and forced a smile. They hardly knew each other, but still, Eddie had been there consistently from the moment Iris had been hurt. It was nice. He was nice.

"Hey. I thought you guys might be getting hungry. Where's Joe?" Eddie's voice was warm as he took the seat next to Barry.

Barry pressed his lips into a firm line and leaned back, replacing his glasses and accepting the burger and fries from the older man. "Harrison Wells wants to take Iris to S.T.A.R. Labs. Joe's talking to him."

Eddie surveyed him with a raised eyebrow as Barry took a bite of fry. "You sound like you don't like that idea."

Barry huffed out a bitter laugh. "I would've about a month ago. I don't trust him to fix anything after that disaster." He spat with more venom than was probably necessary.

It really wasn't about the accelerator - mistakes were common in science, he knew that, and catastrophic at the best of times even with every variable accounted for - he couldn't blame Dr. Wells for that. He was certain, though, that if it hadn't happened that night, Iris wouldn't have been struck by lightning. Hell, if he hadn't insisted Iris come with him to see it launch, she wouldn't have gotten her bag stolen, he wouldn't have gotten his ass kicked, and she wouldn't have even been in his lab that night.

"Barry?"

Barry blinked, uncertain how long he'd been staring at the burger in his hand for in complete silence. "Sorry. S.TA.R. Labs isn't a hospital, Iris should be here."

Eddie took a fry and chewed it slowly as he contemplated his words. "There are a couple of doctors who have a medical or bio background on S.T.A.R. Labs' staff, at least there were when I checked the records while processing the scene. If they're still employed there, she'll be in good hands," he offered.

Barry hummed noncommittally and set the burger aside, his stomach twisting in more knots the more he thought about it. "I think I'm going to walk around for a while, I've been sitting for too long. Thanks for the food." He tried to force another smile but it felt awkward and he immediately dropped it again and averted his gaze.

"Do you want me to-"

"No." Barry interrupted loudly before lowering his tone, color flooding his cheeks. "Sorry, I didn't mean...I...I'd just rather be alone right now." He said, pushing himself up and walking aimlessly down the hallway in the opposite direction Joe had gone, trying not to look back at Eddie and see how hurt he probably was. He was so kind, he didn't deserve Barry biting his head off every few seconds.

He couldn't seem to do anything but lash out at everyone lately. There was this overwhelming itch at the back of his mind that told him he should be doing something; there had to be something more than just sitting in a hospital waiting for news. Aiming his vitriol at Harrison Wells eased the ache somewhat, but it was still there, still a constant presence that had him feeling more and more on edge, almost like the lightning that had hit Iris was coursing through him, trapped in his skin.

He didn't realize he'd left the hospital until the frozen night air hit his lungs and made him cough, his chest aching. He didn't have an inhaler on him, he should get inside. But what was the point of that? He couldn't help Iris regardless. Whether he had an asthma attack or not wouldn't make a difference, all it would do was solidify how fucking useless he felt. At this point, the only person who could make this all better was lying in a hospital bed comatose. There was nothing he could do to change that.

He sank heavily onto a bench beside the hospital, gripping his chest and trying to stall a panic attack before it could take hold. Iris had flatlined three more times today, once just before Dr. Wells had arrived to make his proposal, and Barry couldn't help but wonder every time if he would have to say goodbye. How many more times could they stabilize her? He felt like he was drowning, his lungs filled with solid ice.

Warm hands gripped his shoulders and gently guided him up and back inside.

"What the hell are you doing, Barr?" Joe demanded, fishing a spare inhaler out of his coat pocket and pushing it into Barry's hands before removing said coat and draping it around Barry's shoulders. "You're not helping Iris by freezing to death out here."

Barry took a couple of grateful puffs of medication from the inhaler before trying to speak. "Didn't know- it was- so c-cold-" he managed.

"Bet you know now." Joe commented dryly but not unkindly. "Come on."

Barry allowed Joe to usher him through the hall and into the elevator up to Iris's floor.

"We're getting her things, they're moving her to S.T.A.R. Labs." Joe informed him as they walked.

Barry's pace faltered and he nearly tripped on air. "I thought we were going to talk about it."

"We did. You made your opinion clear. I made mine. The doctors have cleared her to be moved and are willing to trust Dr. Wells with this and so am I. Unless you have a better argument, this isn't open for discussion anymore," Joe said firmly.

Frustration and anger flooded his system and he bit the inside of his cheek hard to keep from saying anything he'd regret. He'd never forgive himself if he destroyed his relationship with Joe, especially not if Iris…

Barry sighed tiredly, the anger draining out of his system as quickly as it came. "Fine."

Joe tugged him into a hug and kissed the top of his head, crushing Barry's glasses into the side of his face. "It'll be okay, Barr. We'll be okay...whatever happens." He promised and Barry felt his grip on him tighten for a split second before he let go.

#barry has cold induced asthma because I said so #earth-425 #earth 425 #iris as the flash #lavender lightning #vexic writes #vexic lives #iris west #the flash #cw the flash #the flash cw #barry allen #speedster iris west #speedster iris #eddie thawne #joe west

[florestmoon]

More Than That..(Eddie Munson X F!Reader)

Summary: Being Hawkins most desired cheerleader should be a dream any girl would love to live, but you could only despise the unnecessary title and the hurt that comes with it. Luckily you have your best friend, Eddie, who reminds you that you’re much more than that.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Insecurities, typical teenage boy behavior, verbal insults, hint at being pressure into sexual acts, some angst but lots of comfort/fluff from Eddie. Eddie being a complete sweetheart <3

A/N: This was inspired by rewatching Cassie’s episode in euphoria lol. If you want a part 2, please send some thoughts and ideas for it, and I’ll consider it <33 as I did leave it with an open ending. it would help me as this was rushed and in the moment kind of thing, kinda a vent so I have little idea on how to go about it if I continued it.

You could feel most of the soccer teams eyes glancing towards your way as you sat on the bleachers. Hair brushing the side of your cheeks as you stare down at your knees. The green cheerleading skirt only worsened the shivers that ran up your skin from the harsh wind in late September.

Maybe Eddie will let me borrow his jacket..You thought, a soft smile appearing on your lips. His dnd campaign set for after school that day was the only thing you were looking forward to.

Even if your boyfriend—a basketball player you begin dating a few months ago that wouldn’t stop pinning after you— was beside you. His arms sliding around your waist and his eyes boring into you.

“You know, you are literally the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen..”

It took a lot of effort to not let your smile drop.

That feeling twisting in your stomach. Ryan presses kisses against your cheek, eyes glancing towards the soccer players. It annoyed you. The way his hands gripped onto your waist tightly. His need to show off like everyone didn’t already know you both were together.

“Jesus I’m so lucky to have a girl like you as my girlfriend.” He says smugly.

Some girls outside the field were watching, most likely judging the display of affection. It was annoying. Everything been annoying you these days, really.

“Really..” You ask after a moment, pulling away and brushing his hands off you. “Well what else?”

“What?” He hums distractedly, blinking at you.

“‘A girl like me’, right?” Bottom lip is tugged between your teeth as you squint at him. “Well what else do you like about me? What else makes you lucky?”

There was that slight hesitation that proved enough for you. But you stared at him, waiting patiently. His eyes flutter and his lips part, face twisting in thought.

“Uh..” he drawls, surprised by the tone in your face but he recovers. “I mean, you do have a nice rack so that definitely makes me the luckiest guy on earth.”

He laughs. Proud of himself as if he gave you the most amazing compliment ever. Maybe any other girl would have accepted it; felt flattered, cheeks burning with a blush from the ego boost.

But yours burned in humiliation. That wasn’t anything you wanted to hear.

“You’re such a fucking ass.” You hiss, grabbing your bag that was placed between you feet and shoving him away. Ryan face drops in confusion as he stammers, asking where you were going but you were already halfway down the bleachers.

Flipping him off with good measure, you enjoyed the way some of the players on the field begin laughing. It distracted you from the tears that wanted to break though, but you were not going to let anyone see you cry. You had enough attention on you, you didn’t need to give them more to talk about.

This was the thing. You weren’t all that surprised by the lewd comment, it’s all boys ever said to you since you hit puberty and gained popularity. They focused so much on your outer appearance. Sure it was nice—who wouldn’t want to be complimented on their appearance.

It was hard for you to believe it half the time anyway. The compliments always feeling empty to you.

But there’s times where you would love to talk about..something else. Or hear something else. Anything else.

It’s nice to be able to really talk to someone and be listened to.

Good thing you did have someone like that.

You walk in the dingy theatre room later that day, chaos greeting you and you can’t help but feel your mood lift.

“Look who finally arrived!” Eddie shouts, practically bouncing towards you from across the room and pulling you into a bear hug. “These sheep were getting antsy, were afraid we were going to finish the campaign with out you.”

The idea had your heart swell. The knowledge that your presence was always wanted by the club; the members always excitedly chatting your ear off when they ran into you in hallways never ceased to make you into a soft mess.

“I guess you’re the one that’s antsy now huh?” You tease, pulling away from the hug and raising an eyebrow at him. “Now that I’m here, I’m going to kick ass and embarrass you out of your DM title.”

“Low blow princess.” He whistles, rolling his eyes at your confidence. “But me? Disappointed that you’re here? Never. How dare you speak such a concept.” His grin widens, patting your head. “Who else can I count on to show the sheep how it’s done?”

“Show what exactly.” You laugh, pushing his hand away from your hair.

“Don’t get all humble on me now. You’re the fearless and bold one here, even when the games gone to shit.” He leans in and whispers. “Don’t tell Dustin, but you’re definitely the best player out of all of them.”

Your face flushes. This wasn’t from humiliation or anger for once that day. It was stupid, he was simply being his usual self. Always knowing what to say to make others feel at good and comfortable around him.

But that trait never failed to make you feel a warmth blossom in your chest. Fearless. It was small. A random comment that no one would act so crazy about but you loved it. The small things he pointed out about you, always tucked away in the back of your mind to look back on when you stayed awake at night.

It felt good. You were fearless. Even if it stemmed from your reckless decisions on a fantasy game.

“Besides, they can’t survive the last part of the campaign without your lucky rolls.” He winks then notices that you didn’t have your usual zip up sweater over your Hawkins cheer top. “Jesus, you trying to get hypothermia?”

He’s already shrugging off his leather jacket before you can explain that you forgot in your rush this morning, Ryan’s impatience not giving you any time .

It’s thrown over your shoulders. “Did you forget we are smacked in the middle of shithole Indiana and not a sunshine state? You are not getting sick under my watch—“

You sigh loudly, accepting the warmth you been craving all day. Boyfriend forgotten.

“Thanks Eds.” You smile softly and he softens, deciding to save his scolding for another time.

—

“I never once doubted how smart you are, sweets.” Eddie states confidently, seeming happy at the news of your break up with Ryan later that week.

Smart.

You snort and cross your arms, hoping the lack of light in his living room was enough to hide your bashful smile. “Not that smart. I dated the idiot for 3 months before coming to my senses.”

“What pushed it?” He finally asks. Attention no longer on the film playing on the small tv, not even the revving of leather face’s chainsaw draws his attention back.

You shift uncomfortably and shrug. The thin blanket he threw over both your laps felt soft between your fingers that’s been tugging on a loose thread.

“He didn’t..understand me, I guess?” You frown and glance to the side at him. “He was like any other asshole whose life revolves around throwing balls into laundry baskets.”

Eddie lip tugs up in amusement at your reference to his rant from days before, nodding along. You felt proud at the reaction. Encouraging you to continue so you do. It was easy to open up; to talk to him.

“I mean really, what was I thinking?” You giggle, throwing your head back against the sofa and staring up at the ceiling. “He didn’t even know who Ozzy was! Or like, never even heard of a Stephen king book! I don’t think he’s read a book at all..”

“Christ, what is up with these people?” Eddie gasps dramatically, pushing your shoulder softly. “Stephen King? Really? Do they live under a rock?”

“I know !” You groan, shoving him back which resulted in you laughing loudly at him acting like he was shot instead of your weak attempt at moving him.

“How the hell does someone not know what Carrie is?” You complain . “It’s only one of the best books ever. Stephen King did an amazing job at capturing that whole teenage girl angst, ya know?”

“Eh, I still think Pet Cemetery is his best.” He replies.

“Cmon Eds, over a book about a girl with telekinesis?”

“Sweetheart, how the hell does that beat a damn little dead kid trying to murder his family?”

“Eds, it was stupid.”

“It was hilarious!”

“Okay, but the ending of Carrie is wayyy more satisfying. Killing all her asshole classmates?” You snort, barely noticing the way you both scooted closer together and both turned on your sides to face each other. “Shit, I would too if someone poured pigs blood on me. God that’s disgusting.”

“Hm you have a point.” He grins, his eyes never leaving yours. “I heard he’s coming out with a new book this year. Suppose to be a real scary one.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, was thinking we can drive out to that one bookstore a few towns over once it releases.” He proposes, tugging his hair in front of his lips. “Some signed copies will be there.”

“Oh we have to !” You smile excitedly before rambling. “I still need to buy a copy of Cujo, but I don’t know if I like the idea of reading about a rapid dog. What if it dies in the end? Well, it is Stephen King so it’ll probably be a better ending than that..”

Eddie’s eyes continued to stay on you, head tilted against his hand that was propped up on the top of the couch; listening.

There was no subtle glances towards any other part of you. His eyes shining with genuine interest and listening. No loud sighs that would shut you up whenever you accidentally talked too much around past dates. No annoyed expression at the fact that there was space between you two.

Eddie actually wanted your presence, actually wanted to hear your stupid ideas and opinions. Days spend with him meant you could let go of this perception that was held from you as Hawkins favorite cheerleader.

He would never truly realize how happy you were with him.

Or about the crush you kept a secret. Or the fact that you accepted he would never see you in that way either. He never once acted the way other boys at school did with you, so you could only guess..he didn’t like you that way.

Which was perfectly fine, you were still happy. Knowing that you had a best friend who didn’t hold this standard to you or saw you as a piece of meat.

It was nice.

“You know..” You whisper after a moment, leaning your head to the side on the couch. Sighing, “I feel like…every guy I date is the same”

“What do you mean?” He asks quietly, worry swimming in his eyes.

“I mean..” You frown. “I keep thinking they’ll turn out to be some Prince Charming like those romantic interests in most cheesy movies. But they all turn out to be dickheads.”

“Because they are dickheads. They never deserved you.” He reassures, reaching under the blanket and grabbing your hand.

“What if you’re wrong” You say quickly, speaking before he could rebuttal. “I mean. What if it’s not them that’s wrong. It’s me? It always turns out the same. So maybe..I’m not..good enough?”

“Nope. No no no.” Eddie shakes his head quickly and shoots you a warning look. “You are not going to speak like that around me. This is crazy. Unacceptable.”

“But Eddie—“

“No buts!” He groans and rubs his face. “Seriously y/n, how can you say that? You’re more than enough. And if those assholes can’t see that. That’s on them. Not you.”

You stay quiet. He sighs and makes you look at him, tilting your chin up with his other hand.

“Look at me.” He cups your cheek. “Have I ever lied to you?”

You shake your head hesitantly and he continues.

“So listen to me when I tell you. You’re fucking amazing and anyone would be lucky to have you, to be your Prince Charming and I do not want you to be selling yourself short, understand me?”

His sternness makes it hard for you to disagree so you nod along. “Okay. Good. Gooood?” He tilts his head and throws you a look.

You giggle at that, relaxing and leaning forward to place your head on his shoulder. If only he knew how much you wanted him to be your Prince Charming.

Instead, you allow yourself to bask in the relaxed atmosphere the rest of the night, holding his hand under the blanket as you fell asleep with your head leaned against his shoulder.

—

You regretted bringing Eddie along to the Halloween party you had been invited too.

You usually hated these parties but your friends kept begging you to go. Something about everyone expecting you to be there, blah blah blah. Whatever comes with the stupid popularity you managed to grow simply from joining the cheerleading squad.

The plan was to make him some extra cash. The partygoers being too drunk or hyped on the fact that it was Halloween to care that they were buying drugs from Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. He was hidden behind a Jason ski mask anyway so it made you more at ease that he wouldn’t be targeted.

It was also so he could be with you. By your side most of the night, even if that meant staying in the corner of the house the whole night.

But it seemed that there was someone else that was interested in him way past than the drugs he was selling. One of your friends—not really a friend, more of someone you were stuck talking to during cheer practice—had convinced him to take a few shots in the kitchen.

Her loud giggling and faint hand brushes against his shoulder pushed you to take another swing of the mixed drink in your hand. Eddie was blushing at the attention.

Eddie was no stranger to sweet talking people though, so it was no surprise to see her blush at something he said right after.

You shouldn’t be jealous, but you were. The bitter taste of vodka wasn’t enough to distract you from the sour emotion that twisted in your chest, stuck with watching the scene play out from afar.

“Nice costume.” You look to your right and spot Tommy leaning against the wall. “Camp counselor..that one slasher movie right? The guy with that huge knife.”

“A machete.” A giggle escaped you, probably a result from the many drinks you had chugged down. “Uh but thanks, not many people knew what my costume was referencing too.”

It was funny. Everyone thought you were dressed up simply as a random camp counselor even though ‘Crystal Lake Camp Counselor” was spelled out on the tight white shirt you wore, along with fake blood splatters across it. You tug down the orange shorts when his eyes flicker to your exposed legs.

“Who hasn’t watched Friday the 13th?” He rolls his eyes and takes a sip from his drink. You glance at the freckles that painted the top of his nose and cheeks. Tommy was cute, a past asshole, but still cute. He stopped messing with Eddie once you made it very clear to everyone that he was your best friend.

What he hasn’t stopped was making his interest towards you abundantly clear. The whole week had consisted of him stirring up random conversations; whether be it in classes you both shared or when he caught you in the hallway.

They weren’t half bad conversations either. Like the one you indulged with him right now, his thoughts on the Jason franchise intriguing you and you can’t help but laugh when he admits he was more terrified of Michael.

He watches you laugh and smiles down at you. “Wow, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

The smile is completely wiped off from your face and you look down at your drink. Right. Didn’t Ryan say that too ?

“Hey-“ he interrupts your thoughts and attention on your drink. “Wanna head upstairs? Get away from all this mess and loud music. And you know..talk some more?”

You weren’t stupid. You knew what that meant. But one glance towards Eddie and the girl twirling a strand of hair between her fingers as she whispered something in his ear, made up the decision for you.

—

Maybe you were stupid.

At first you both were talking about the funny costumes you came across on the way to one of the empty bedrooms. You got a bit hopeful that maybe he really wanted to just..talk to you? His small confession about liking you for a long time only increasing that hope.

But then he began kissing you. You tried to lose yourself in the kiss, pushing Eddie to the back of your mind but he kept coming up. The question if he was looking for you right now floating around.

Eventually, his hand came up to roughly grip the back of your hair. His other hand reaching towards his belt and you pulled away, feeling disgusted.

“Tommy..” you sigh, looking away.

“Come on..” he whispers, tilting your head towards him. “I meant when I said really like you.”

“I know. I just...I feel really drunk.” You slur, wishing that Eddie was looking for you and can save you from this. You really wanted to go to his trailer and spend the night watching horror movies again. “Maybe we can hang out another time. Or even a real date. We can go—“

“Seriously?” That sweet demeanor from the past week was wiped off his face. Replaced by an ugly scowl. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

You blink in surprise, voice coming out small. “What?”

“‘Hang out’ ?” he scoffs. “You think I’m here because I’m interested in you?”

“But..we—you been talking to me all week. I thought..”

“All I want to do is fuck you, y/n. I don’t care what you have to say or what you think about things. God. You are so fucking boring.”

Boring.

Tommy continued to glare at you, not caring for the tears that were threatening to fall. You feel at lost for words and he takes advantage of that.

“Let me completely honest with you princess. Since no one will. No guy at Hawkins is interested in you besides fucking you. You’re only the ran through cheerleader that puts up an innocent act, but everyone knows you’re a slut and are waiting up for their turn—“

You get up quickly. Heart thumping against your chest as you try to hold in the tears. You didn’t want to cry when the words were so true. Everything that you feared, that haunted you every fucking moment since you let yourself fall into the attention that came with being ‘desired’, was finally confirmed.

“—Even that freak you hang out with all the time.” This stops you in your tracks and your hand clenches around the bedroom’s doorknob. “You don’t think he’s waiting for his turn?”

Loud music greets you once you finally push yourself out into the hallway. Your feet stumbling as you ignore some looks thrown your way as you make your way towards the kitchen. You needed Eddie to take you away from here so you could cry, have him hug you and remind you that no—what Tommy said wasn’t true.

You weren’t boring right? Were you really not that interesting?

Eddie didn’t see you that way too, right?

The kitchen was empty, no sign of him. The room was feeling smaller, chest constricting as you continue to search for the familiar mop of curly hair but no sign.

Was he with that girl? Maybe they also went to an empty bedroom.

The tears were beginning to fall. Shit.

Did he leave? Forget about you?

Skin buzzing from the alcohol, you couldn’t think straight. Tommy’s cruel words and reality check repeating as you try desperately to hold in your crying.

Cold hair greets you as you open the slide door that leads to the backyard, ignoring the way many people glanced your way as you made your way towards the pool. No one was inside because of how cold it was.

They continued to stare and you hated it. Tommy was right. Did you really think you were anymore than the title placed on you? All those things Eddie said, those small yet meaningful compliments weren’t true at all.

Everyone saw you the same. Another cheerleader that guys wanted a piece of and girls wanted to be. You were so fucking tired of it. You were nothing special, you always told yourself that. But it still hurt badly.

You really needed to cry.

You don’t think twice before jumping into the pool. You didn’t care; or was too drunk to care. It didn’t matter. You let yourself sink into the bottom, wrapping your arm around your knees.

The freezing water barely registered in your mind.

You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

God, you are so fucking boring.

No guy is interested in you besides fucking you.

You really were stupid.

Your face scrunches up as an ugly sob finally rips itself through your throat. Air bubbles floating up to the surface as you continued to let out soundless sobs. All the disappointment and shame flowing out of you, the water swallowing every insecurity as you cry it out.

Boring. Boring. God, who did you think you were? Nothing more than a fuck. Nothing more.

You weren’t special at all. Nothing more.

Something breaks the surface of the water beside you. Hands grab at your arms from behind and you’re pulled up just as your body was beginning to beg for air.

You gasp as Eddie pulls you out of the water and out of the pool, his own panicked pants mixing with yours as he holds you against him.

“What the fuck y/n! are you fucking insane? How much did you drink-“ he stops once your sobs register in his ears. Your trembling hands clutching the front of the dark green button down. “Sweetheart? Hey hey..”

You continued to cry, shaking your head. Maybe it was a good thing that every was watching. They could see that you were a fucking mess. Something else slapped onto the titles that followed you around.

“I want to go home Eds.” You sniff, rubbing at the running mascara on your cheeks. “I-I can’t, I need to go.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll take you home. We’ll go home.” He takes off the button up and wraps it around you, a desperate attempt to help with the shakes that racked your body. He pulls to stand and pushes his way to the exit, cussing at anyone that was in his way.

Eddie helps you inside his van, before quickly getting inside himself and starting the ignition. You couldn’t stop crying, painful sobs filling the van.

“Baby—sweetheart, you need to tell what’s wrong.” His hands tighten around the steering wheel, attempting to pay attention to the road and you at the same time. Voice rising in panic, “I-I need you to talk to me. Did you hurt yourself? Fuck—did someone hurt you?”

You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut. Breath hitching as you push yourself to speak. “Eddie, you wouldn’t use me right? I’m not just somebody you’re waiting to fuck?”

Eddie’s expression breaks.

“What?“ He presses on the brake a little to hard at the stop sign. You grab onto your seat and avoid looking at his face. “What-what the fuck are you talking about?“

“I just want to make sure you don’t see me the way everyone talks about me.” You grit through your teeth, sinking into your seat.

“I—no! Jesus, no.” He stammers, a honk behind him pressuring him to continue driving even though he wants to reach over and force you to look at him. “No. I’m not using you—what?”

“Okay.”

You shut down for the rest of the ride, allowing yourself to believe him. Eddie wouldn’t lie to you. It’s the only thought that brings comfort for now. A few silent tears continued to escape.

—

“We should have gone trick or treating with the freshman.” You mumble, allowing for Eddie to dry your hair with a towel as you sat on the edge of his bed. His sweatpants and hoodie replacing your wet costume.

You sobered up a bit.

Eddie doesn’t respond to that. He kneels in front of you. His first priority was to get you to his trailer and get warm. Your shivering had stopped, along with your tears. The only sign of what happened was the occasional sniffs and your reddened eyes.

He stares at you for a while before trusting himself to speak.

“We need to talk about it.”

“Do we?” You mumble, watching Eddie throw the towel to the ground in frustration. You flop back onto the bed and cover your face, feeling guilty.

“I just want to understand.” He says after a moment. “You disappeared on me, and as I’m looking for you, I find you at last second before you try drowning yourself.”

“I wasn’t trying to drown-“ you sit up at that.

“Then, you’re fucking crying and it fucking scares me even more, I thought—shit, I thought maybe you were hurt! Then you ask me the most ridiculous questions and fucking go quiet on me.” He tugs on his hair. “Now you act like nothing happened and talk about trick or treating?”

You take a shaky breath, bottom lip quivering as you recall Tommy’s angered rant. He notes this, the anger disappearing in a second and sits himself next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

“I’m sorry..I’m just trying not to cry over it again. it was stupid to do I know. Im stupid-“

“Hey.” He scolds and you rub at your eyes.

“It’s true Eddie..”

“Seriously, what happened?” He urges, grabbing your shoulders and making you look at him. “What’s making you act like this?”

A harsh laugh forces it’s way past your lips and you shake your head, feeling so stupid again. “Tommy. He..did you know I’m fucking boring?”

Eddie face twist in confusion. “What?”

“Tommy was trying to get me to have sex with him.” You close your eyes, Eddie tensing beside you. “And uh, I rejected it, told him that I was too drunk and he flipped out on me. Said a lot of mean things. That I was boring and he was never actually interested me, interested in anything I had to say..”

You snort but it transforms into a whimper. “I don’t know why I was surprised. Of course he was only nice to me at school for that. He said that every guy only is nice to me so they can get in my pants..”

Eddie grabs both your hands and rubs your knuckles gently with his finger. Eyes downcast as he sadly says, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left your side tonight. I should have been there.”

“Don’t say sorry Eds. You were having fun.” You reassure. “Besides, I needed that reality check. He wasn’t wrong-“

“You can’t seriously believe what Tommy said was true, do you? Nothing he said is true!”

“Well..” you frown and shrug. “I don’t know.maybe that’s all I got going for me. My body and my looks, nothing else? I should be happy with that, anyone would but-“ you look down at your hands. “I wish I was more.”

“You are.” He whispers, heart aching as the sight of you looking so defeated. “Jesus y/n, so are so much fucking more than that. You..you’re fucking smart, smarter than anyone I’ve met. I wouldn’t have passed any of my classes if you didn’t tutor me.”

You glance up at him as he continues.

“And those poems you’ve showed me before? their so beautifully written, no one else knows how their way with words the way you do.” Your ears burn and you struggle making eye contact.

“You’re fucking hilarious, I don’t think I laughed harder with anyone besides you. My days are made better by you simply talking to me, telling me about your day or whatever thoughts cross that mind of yours.”

“Really?” You sniff, tears escaping again. The thought that he likes talking to you as much as you did with him, you could cry all over again.

“Why do you think I force you to listen to new vinyls I buy? Because you always have a way of interpreting the music different than me. And I love hearing what you have to say about it..” he exhales and glances to the side. “Tommy’s a fucking idiot if he doesn’t want to hear what you have to say because anyone with a brain knows what a blessing it is to be around you.”

“Eddie..I..” you struggle and he shakes his head.

“The kids..they also adore you. You should see the way they look up to you. I mean, I’m pretty sure you’ve taken mine and Steves spot in being Dustin’s favorite.” He grins and brushes your behind your ear. “Even Max tolerates you.”

“Max?” You gasp. “Okay now, I think you’re going a bit too far.”

“It’s true, sweets.” He snorts. “Don’t tell her though because I dont think I can handle another skateboard thrown at me.”

“I won’t.” The tension has left your body and you looked more relaxed, playing with his rings. “But..you really think all that?”

“Yes and there’s way more I can list out. Whatever Tommy said..it’s bullshit. You’re amazing y/n. And No one can compare to you.”

You throw your arms around his neck, climbing onto his lap. He hugs you back, running his fingers through your hair as he soothes the small cries you let out.

“There is one thing I’ll say, one of the most utterly important things they’re missing out on is..” He gives you an exaggerated dreamy look when he pulls back to level your face with his.

Fingers wiping away a tear before he grins, “—Is that can make a cook up a real mean mac and cheese.”

“Oh my god.” You laugh and push his face to the side, unable to hold down your own grin spreading on your face. “Is this your way of telling me you’re hungry?”

“Maybe.” He hums, grabbing your wrist and sliding down his hand to intertwine your fingers again. You roll your eyes but lean against him. His words managed to kick away any of those ugly doubts and insecurity Tommy had managed to force through the cracks.

“Remember when you told me about how I’ll eventually find my prince charming?”

“Mhmm. Maybe he isn’t in shitty Hawkins, but—“

“He is, though.” You tighten your hand around his. “Eddie. You’re my prince charming. You’re the only person who listens to me, actually listens. And I only ever feel myself with you.”

Eddie freezes, taking it in. His face softens and he looks away. “Yeah?”

You nod. Maybe he wasn’t a Prince Charming in the way you wanted. With a barrier between a platonic relationship and a romantic one, but—

You’ll deal with that small heartache for now.

“Yeah.” A small kiss is placed on his cheek hesitantly before you pull away. Pale cheeks redden from the contact and he clears his throat.

He glances at the shy smile you throw at him, and he smiles back.

“Well uh..I will happily be your Prince Charming then.” He states once he recovers. You both stare at each other for a few seconds longer, an invisible tension growing.

He breaks the eye contact first, clearing his throat and glancing at the clock near his bedside. “It’s still pretty early. Dustin did say they were staying out until midnight.”

You grin as he snatches the ski mask that was thrown on the floor and jumps up. He holds his hand out.

“So miss camp counselor, shall we go look for those rowdy children that you should been have supervising? I’m sure their hitting the jackpot in Steve’s neighborhood right now.”

“Oh yeah, maybe we can scare them with that big machete of yours into giving us their bags of candy.” You giggle, letting him pull you up. Eddie laughs and throws his head back.

“That’s evil.” He smirks and grabs the prop machete from you. “No wonder you’re Jason’s favorite camp counselor. He’ll spare you for tonight.”

“Not exactly one anymore, I don’t even have the costume Eds.” You mention at the baggy clothes on you and whine. “Pretty sure it’s a crime to go out there just in this.”

The mask is quickly placed on your head, the elastic snapping against the back of it before he rotated the mask around. Placing it to hang off the back of your head and fixes the strands of hair he messed up.

He cups your cheeks and nods, looking content. “You upgraded to Jason now. I’ll go pour ketchup on myself and we can pretend I’m your murder victim. Should you have sliced my neck open or my stomach?”

“Idiot, don’t dirty that sweater. I bought it.” You huff,rolling your eyes. “Now cmon, let’s go before someone else steals candy from them.”

“Lead the way then, princess.” Eddie tilts his body and you laugh, grabbing his arm and pulling him with you. The excitement of eating candy and overall ease that comes with being with Eddie allowing you to forget everything that happened tonight.

—

#Eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson imagines #eddie munson angst #eddie stranger things #stranger things imagine #strange things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie x you #Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson comfort

[lolahasmoxie]

Jailbird (pt. 2)

I said I would put this out when I got back from New York, and the tests show that was a lie. Enjoy this follow-up to a piece that I really thought was funny.

WORD: 0.5k

WARNINGS: suggestive language, established relationship

LINK TO PART 1 (there's a reference to something Eddie says in Part 1, but you don't have to read it to follow along.)

Eddie jumped at the sound of a knock on his front door. He had momentary time travel as he stared at the TV. Halloween II had changed to paid programming, and a quick glance at the clock told him it was now 3:02 a.m. He was still trying to make sense of his evening when another knock had him jump again.

When he opened the door, he wiped his eyes as Jim stood there with his trademark grumpy expression.

"Evening, Jim, or is it morning?"

"You and your girl are gonna be the death of me; you know this, right? It's important to me that you know and understand this." Eddie perked up at the mention of his girl.

"Is she okay? She's alright; you're not here to tell me she's dead, are you?" Jim sighed, his expression softening at Eddie's panic.

"She's fine. In fact, she's in the back of my car right now. Care to know why?" Eddie looked over to Hopper's suburban, watching as you slowly realized where you were. When you locked eyes with Eddie, he was greeted with your dazzling smile and a perky wave.

"What did she do?"

"She and her friends were at the Hideout enjoying several drinks when someone grabbed her ass, and she promptly turned and slugged him in the face."

"That's terrible," Eddie said while trying to keep a straight face. Hopper could see through the act; he knew deep down that Eddie was proud as shit of his woman, even if she was now the cause of an impending headache for himself.

"Yeah, I'm sure you're really torn up about it. Look, she's in cuffs because she refused to stop fighting. Mitch didn't want to press charges; he just asked that I bring her home."

"Sorry, Jim, you know how she is. After this, I'll make sure she flies on on the straight and narrow."

"I'm sure that will be a riot. Maybe you should also tell her that when she gets cuffed by an officer of the law, she shouldn't say shit like 'it's lucky for you I'm into this kind of thing.'" Jim chuckled as Eddie choked on his saliva, his eyes glancing over at his car to see Y/N singing to herself as she kept herself entertained.

"I'll talk with her in the morning."

"See that you do. Now, care to take her out of my car so I can go home and take some ibuprofen?" Eddie nodded, and Hopper watched as Eddie slowly helped his girl out of the car and onto her feet. He walked her over to Hopper, who quickly uncuffed her.

"Thanks, Jim; promise I'll be on my best behavior." Jim merely huffed before turning and heading back to his car. Just as quickly as he arrived, he was gone.

"Okay, Rocky," Eddie started, guiding you into the house. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then we're gonna have a little talk about things we can't say to cops."

"That's rich coming from you, Mr. Real Hairy Pussy."

"You are so lucky that I love you."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

[billyhargrovesslut]

Freaky Love

Willing Eddie Munson x yandere reader

Prt 1. Prt 2

Summary: it's been afew months and eddie has been amazing and willing anything to please the girl he loves.

Warning: kitchen sex, breeding talk, orgasim denial

Yn pov

Eddie couldn't be more amazing it's been a few weeks since I let him out the basement and he doesn't go anywhere near the front door and only leaves the house when I'm with him out the back so he can get some fresh air, I'm so glad that I fell in love with him

I hummed swaying my hips to the rhythm of the tones softly playing from my phone I was making eddie a nice breakfast as a present for being so good I knew what he like but I just wanted to make sure he enjoyed it so I made a bit of everything French toast, pancakes, bacon and fruit salad and even had his favorite cereal on the side

"Done" I breathed out a side of relief setting the last plate onto the counter I bit my lip as I made my way to my bedroom where he was sleeping and silently creeped into the room I stared at him the morning sun peaked through the curtains the light streaming onto his shirtless body the duvets were pulled back exposing his upper body and little bit of his boxers he wore to bed

I slowly walked to the bed and climbed onto it silently crawling to him "wakey wakey" I murmured sitting on you of him but he wasn't even fazed "eddie" I said poking his cheek but still nothing "eddie eddie eddie eddie" I repeated shaking him awake "I'm up I'm up" he murmured grabbing my hands "finally" I grinned

He gave me a sheepish smile before bringing me down to him "why did you wake me up" he whined hugging me closely "well I have a surprise well two actually" I giggled as he turned us around so he was at the top "what is it" he asked sitting up excitedly like a child on christmas day "come on" I nodded towards the door making him scrambled off of me and help me up

He was giddy as I lead him to the kitchen "surprise" I smiled stepping aside showing of the banquet breakfast I made him "babe wow" his mouth hung open as he approached the full counter of food he's eyes scanning everything with delight "I don't know what to say" he murmured his eye flicking between me and the food

"Help yourself" I giggled handing him a plate he quickly started piling stuff up onto his plate "what are you doing" I laughed "I call it a frenchcake" he said making his way over to the table it was made of one piece of french toast at the bottom then bacon then a pancake then a scoop full of fruit salad then another pancake I raised my brow as he drizzled syrup all over the top

I rolled my eyes while smiling at his behavior before grabbing a portion of what I wanted and sat next to him at the table and he was already half done "wow slow down there tiger your gonna get a stomach ache" I laughed taking a bite of my food "you didn't tell me to slow down last night" I choked on my food as he mentioned the night before with a mouth full of food

A dark blush rose to my cheeks as I stared at him "that's different" I murmured he leaned over to me and whispered "yea you taste better" I think I would've fainted if he came any closer the teasing in his voice just made me want to curl up and die, I opened up my mouth to speak but all that came out was a squeak

Flashes of the night before filled my head, the tugging and pulling of eddies hair while his tongue was in between my legs and his hard thrusts into me sending the head board of my bed into the wall

My blush spread all over my face probly making me look like a red tomato "shut up" I murmured and continued to eat my food in silence and when we were done I took both of our plates to the kitchen and slowly started to pack them in the dishwasher I bent over loading up the bottom shelves "dam I like that ass" eddie chuckled I looked at him not amused as he leaned up against the doorframe

I rolled my eyes with a slit smile on my lips as I went back to what I was doing and gasped as I felt eddie grab my hips pressing his bulging crotch against my ass "eddie" I whined pushing myself back into him "oh baby" he grinned bring one of his hands down hard on my ass sending a shudder up my body

I stood up as he pulled me away from the dishwasher and pushed me up against the island his body up against mine his arms trapped me against the counter as he stared at my body up and down "God I just want to fuck you" he growled "then do it" I teased and gasped as he smashed his lips against mine

His hands roughly grabbing and tearing my clothes off "fuck yn" he groaned as he moved his lips from my lips to my neck sucking and nibbling as he slowly took off his own clothes he hoisted me onto the counter as his hands traveled up and down my body "thank you for my lovely gift" he said against my skin

"Now let me show you how great full I am" he murmured slowly sinking down to his knees becoming the same height as my core "eddie" I moaned tilting my head back while still gazing down at him he innocently looked up at me as he moved his head towards my body

He stuck out his tongue licking my slit up and down "fuck" I whined my hand grabbing his hair pushing him more in my pussy "yes just like that baby" he said muffled against my skin as his hands made their way to my thighs grabbing and scratching them as he sucked on my clit

I threw my head back as I started to near my climax my moans went higher "i-im gonna c-cum" I squealed closing my eyes tightly but right before I could cum he pulled away with a mischievous smile causing me to whine and plead for him "nah uh the only way your cumming is on my cock" he grinned evilly gesturing down to his throbbing cock as he stood up

My eyes eagerly watching as he positioned himself infront of my entrance "beg" he growled into my ear making goosebumps to arise over my skin "please eddie" I pleaded moving my head back so I can look at him batting my eyelashes at him in a pleading manner "fuck you look cute" he smirked biting his lip as he grabbed my hips thrusting his throbbing cock inside "fuck" we both moaned

His thrusts were slow and rhythmic as we kissed eachothers lips like it was the last time our lips molding into eachother like two perfect puzzle pieces our lips muffling eachothers moans "eddie" I whined as my hands threaded into his hair slightly tugging with each thrust "faster" I begged his slow movements slowly started driving me insane

He groaned in response and slowly started to speed up his thrusts his cock reaching all the right places while his hands traveled down and started rubbing my clit making my breath hitch, eddie pulled away smiling in triumph "do you like that baby" he said staring at me with hunger

All I could so was moan out response "but wouldn't it better if I breed you" he whispered darkly my eyes widen in surprise but quickly went soft with eagerness I nodded my head eagerly "please" I whined the tight knot feeling started coming back again

"Uh fuck babe are you gonna cum your squeezing me so tightly" eddie panted as he fasten his pace "please" I cried out desperately wanting to cum I leaned back onto the counter moaning out helplessly "ah I get so horny thinking about you, I've been thinking about it for a while now" eddie breathed out

His fingers circled my clit ever so gently, teasing me "all the times I just wanted to bend you over and fuck you senseless and full of my cum" he groaned as his eyes rolled due to the pleasure "are you gonna cum baby" he asked staring down at me "yes" I squealed wrapping my legs around him tightly

We squealed and moaned as we both cam his cum shooting deeply inside me making my eyes roll back at the feel I slowly rose up settling on my elbows as I stared up at him he leaned for staring straight into my eyes before say

"even if it takes forever I'll fucking pound my cum into you till your pregnant".

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #yandere stranger things #yandere stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x reader #willing eddie munson x yandere reader #willing eddie munson x yandere reader smut

[babybluebex]

This is a bit convoluted but perv!eddie x reader headcanons where he thinks reader hasn’t noticed what he’s been doing but he’s wrong?

oooh i totally see what you're saying (warnings for basic perv behavior, touching and leering, the whole 9 yards)

you're so sweet, eddie never could have imagined that you'd go for someone like him

he's always been happy just admiring you, the curve of your ass under your skirt or the pull of your tits at your shirt

watching you laugh and smile and he can't help but imagine what your lips would look like around his cock

especially with that cute pink lipgloss you wear

he never thought that you'd give him the time of day like that

he's your best friend and he had resigned himself to the fact that that's all he'll ever be

so he takes his pervy behavior with pride because how else is he gonna have you?

grabbing your hips as he walks by you "excuse me there, princess"

or squeezing you extra hard when you hug him just so he can feel your tits press against him

but he has no idea that you've caught onto his behavior

he thought you were too innocent to even know what any of what he was doing meant

"eds? can i talk to you?" and you pull out your tube of lipgloss and a small mirror

"yeah, princess, what's up?"

and you sigh all dramatically as you start to swipe your lipgloss on, knowing that he's staring at your mouth "i just... it's embarrassing, but i've been having some... funny... feelings lately. and you're my best friend so i figured i'd talk to you about it"

"what sorta funny feelings?" eddie asks and oh my god you couldn't possibly mean that?? you're too sweet and cute to mean that!!

"i don't know" you pout "just... sometimes when you do stuff, i get all, erm... i don't know. tingly."

"tingly?' he repeats and he watches greedily as you pop your lips together, smearing the lipgloss all over your mouth

"yeah, in my tummy and legs. like, the other day, when you touched my bum by accident, i got all tingly"

"oh" eddie mumbles "i didn't mean to touch you like that, princess"

"but you're always looking at me" you say "at my legs and chest and i just..." and you sigh again, making sure your tits heave under your top, and his dark eyes lock there in an instant "you're doing it now!"

"i'm sorry princess" and he blinks himself out of the trance

but he still thinks you're oblivious and you're just complaining about feelings you don't understand

he doesn't know that you've had the upper hand the whole time

every heave of your chest or brush of your back to his front was entirely intentional

once you figured out why he was always touching you and leering at you, you started to amp it up to see just how much he would take before he broke

and you figured asking him about being "tingly" will be the final straw

"i just don't get why i feel like this" and your pout grows "can you help me, eddie?"

"help you...?"

"with the tingles! make them go away!"

"oh princess, i'd love to help, but—"

"but what?" and you snap your mirror shut "you're perfectly happy touching my ass and brushing my tits with your elbow, it sure seems to me like you wanna touch me. so do it."

and eddie is shocked still "umm... i, uh—"

"eddie, if you wanted to fuck me, you could have just told me instead of acting like a perv. i would've said yes"

"a-and the tingles?"

"god, eddie" and you lean forward and kiss him, smearing your sticky lipgloss on his lips "get a grip"

#bex answers #anon ask #bex's 11k sleepover #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #bex's drabbles

[watsittoyah]

Heartbreaker- (Eddie Munson x Black Fem Reader x Steve Harrington Smut)

Warning- blowjob, handjob, 69, face sitting, some sexual innuendos, smut, edging, sub!Eddie? And sex.

(Previously , Next)

Welcome to your life..There's no turning back…

You were in a nice deep sleep when you feel the blankets yanked off of you.

“Are you fucking Eddie Munson?” You snort and wake up dazed and confused as in why Lucas just disturbed your beauty sleep.

“Huh? What? Who?” You mumble as you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Are you fucking Eddie Munson?” Lucas repeats.

“I mean technically he’s fucking me, but that’s besides the point. Who told you?” You ask as you see that it’s four in the morning.

Oh you are going to kill this kid.

 “Don’t worry about how I found out. How in the world did that happen? I thought you said that you and Eddie were just friends.” Lucas asks. “Well now he’s my special friend, can you get out? I want to go back to sleep. I mean not even God himself is up this early.” You mumble as you yank the blankets back from him.

“No, I’m telling my mom and dad. This shit is ridiculous.” You spring up so fast you almost make your cousin jump.

“If you tell them I will make sure they know what you have under your bed, to the left.” Lucas’ eyes widen and he steps back. “You’re lying.” He says trying to see if you’re bluffing.

“I know what I saw under that bed and I have to say, that is disgusting, and you better get a therapist while you’re at it. Ew.”‘ You shiver as you get back into bed. “Oh and Lucas?”

“What?” He calls over his shoulder. “If you ever threaten me again or wake me up at the fucking ass crack of dawn, I will murder you. And you know I can make it look like an accident. I watch way too many horror movies, you little butthead.” He leaves your room in a huff and you cuddle up with your pillow, letting sleep take you again.

***

Lucas wasn’t talking to you and you didn’t care. How dare he keep up with this behavior. You’re not some child to be watched after.

And so whenever you two are in the room you give each other the silent treatment. If he was going to play this game, oh you knew how to play it better.

It was Thursday afternoon and you were in the kitchen making a sandwich. After you cut your Turkey deluxe in triangles, you go sit on the back deck with your treat along with some sweet ice tea. You take a nice big bite out of your sandwich and relax.

“Olivia can you come here please?” You stare off into the distance hearing your Aunt calling you and you get up. Praying that whatever request she has doesn’t take away from your relaxation time.

“You rang?” You ask while taking another bite of your sandwich. “Lucas and his friends are over by the park. I was wondering if you could pick them up and drop them off to their D&D club. I would do it but I have a hair appointment.” You nod taking another bite. “Sure thing.”

“And whatever is going on between you and Lucas, please stop.” She says as she starts heading out the door. “Lucas started it, Aunt Susan!” You call off after her. But she was already out the door.

You roll your eyes and finish off your treats and then go change your clothes because you knew who else was going to be at that D&D club.

You were pulling up to the park and you stop by Lucas and his friends. “Your chariot awaits boys.” You call off behind your yellow ray-bands. “What are you doing here? I thought my mom was coming to pick us up.” Lucas asks with an attitude that you didn’t care or ask for.

“Well she had to get her hair done and she asked me to come instead. Are you getting in the car or not?” You ask, getting annoyed by the minute.

“Nope, we can walk. Come on guys.” He stops when he noticed Dustin and Mike aren’t following him. “I don’t want to walk.”

“Yeah my ankles are on fire from the walk we just took.” Dustin and Mike tell him. “Fine then I’ll walk. I’ll meet you guys there.” Lucas tries to walk off but you crawl the car beside him. “Lucas get in the car.”

“No, I said I’ll walk.” You stop the car for his friends and once they’re in you crawl the car besides him again. “Lucas stop being stupid, get in the car. If you don’t I’ll crawl this car beside you the whole walk there and pretend I’m an old lady trying to kidnap children. I’ll make it weird you know me.” He stops and glares at you. He simply yanks the car door open and gets in the back with Mike.

You drive down the street and turn on the radio. You glance at Lucas in the rear view mirror and he was staring out the window. You sigh to yourself and feel a hand on your knee.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” Dustin says to you. You fake a smile at him and stop at the stop light.

“Dustin, you’re sweet, really. But if you don’t take that hand off of my knee I will twist those little fingers off.” He snatches his hand back and apologizes. You hear laughter in the back and see Mike and Lucas were laughing. You two lock eyes and he looks away.

You park by the meet up spot for their club and they all get out. You call out to Lucas and he stops in his tracks. “What Olivia?”

“I know you think Eddie is going to hurt me but I have this handled I promise you. I won’t let that happen. So please stop giving me the cold shoulder. I don’t know about you but I miss hanging out with my little cousin.”

Lucas gives a sigh. “It’s not Eddie that I’m worried about. I know how you get with guys and Eddie is my friend. I don’t want you to dump him when you’re bored. He’s a good guy.”

“I know he’s a good guy. And I like Eddie a lot. So I wouldn’t hurt him. Dumping him isn’t a thought in my mind, Lucas. Promise.” You tell him. He nods and leans in. “Alright, I guess I can forgive you. Eddie has been happy for these past few weeks, and the campaign has been going great.”

“See that’s good. Now go to your dweeb and dweeb club.”

“It’s D&D club, Liv.” Lucas explains. “I thought that’s what it stood for.” You two laugh and he starts to walk off but you stop him. “Hey we still on for basketball tomorrow? I wanted to ask you sooner but we weren’t really talking.” He gives a smirk. “Oh yeah, we are. I gotta wipe the floor with you.” You fake being offended. “Oh it’s on Lucas, bring your tissues because I’m sending you crying home to your mama.” He laughs and jogs off inside.

A minute later Eddie comes out of the house and he walks over to you, he leans down so that you both are at eye level and he smiles. “Hey Hollywood.”

“Hey pretty boy.” He leans in and you two kiss. “So, a little birdie told me and by birdie I mean Henderson, that you are a horror movies junkie.”

“Oh hell yeah, you should see my horror collection it is sick.” You tell him cheerfully. “Good, well I got us tickets to go see Chopping Mall. He mentioned that you wanted to see that and Little Shop Of Horrors.” You were beaming.

“Really?! Oh come here!” You pull him in by his shirt and you kiss him. When you two separate, Eddie looked happy with his reward. “I hope to get more of that tonight. I’ll pick you up around seven.” You nod and as he starts walking away you call out after him.

“Your ass is looking good in those jeans Munson!” You say as you whistle. He turns around and struts off into the house causing a fit of laughter to come from you.

***

You were stuck between your red leather skirt, and your plain black one, when Erica came into your room to see what you were doing.

“Where are you going?” She asks as she steps in looking at your choices. “Out. Which skirt would look good with this top?” You ask her. “With who? And the top looks best with the red one. Are you going to wear the jacket that goes with it?”

You nod at her choice and go with that. “With someone. Do you think it’ll look good with my Reebok and slouch socks?” She taps her chin and nods. “Is the who Eddie Munson or Steve Harrington? And put your hair up, it’ll make the outfit cute.”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to, Erica. You know what you’re right, my hair up will make the outfit cute.”

You two go back and forth with the why are you going out, until she just finally asks.

“So who is your boyfriend? Eddie or Steve.” You shrug as you twist your hair up into a mass of cute loose curls. “Both.” You simply answer as you look yourself in the mirror.

She makes a face. “Do they know that?” You avoid her eyes in the mirror and grab your stuff to shower. “They will soon enough, hey do you want me to bring you back some candy?” She shakes her head. “Nope, I’m spending the night at Tori’s and her parents already got us a lot of snacks. But you go and have fun with boyfriend number one.” She leaves the room and you roll your eyes at the girl.

Erica is something else and she is your favorite sassy cousin after all.

After you were, scrubbed, plucked, and shaved you were nicely lotioned up and slipping on your shoes. You do a little twirl in the mirror and grab your circle shades. “Liv, you are a goddess. All the boys are going to bow down to you in this outfit. Even Michael Jackson is going to ask you out on a date.” You kiss your mirror and grab your wallet on the way out.

When you make it downstairs you check the time and you see light in the driveway. You tell your Aunt and Uncle you’ll be back soon and you head out the door to see Eddie in his van.

He hops out and he whistles at you. “If you were a pepper you’d be a chili red pepper, Hollywood.” You give a smirk at his compliment and he helps you into the van. “Thanks pretty boy. And you’re looking mighty handsome over there.” Eddie was wearing a black leather jacket, his shirt was cropped a bit to show off his happy trail, and he had on black skinny jeans with old beat up converses.

“Well Hollywood I wanted to make sure I look good for our date.” He says as he pulls out of the driveway. “And you look good. I think you should wear crop tops more often.” You say still eyeing his happy trail.

“Oh yeah? Well maybe I’ll crop more of my shirts for you.” You eyes him up and down and hide the smirk on your lips. “You are such a dweeb.”

“I’m your dweeb.” He retorts. “Yes, that you are, pretty boy. That you are.”

When Eddie parks the van, he hops out and helps you down. Pulling you close to his side. His arm was around your shoulder and you inhale his scent. He smelled like good weed and some cologne. He smelled good to you.

As you two walked into the theater you see it’s lively for a Thursday night. “I’ll get the snacks, you get us some good seats okay, baby?” You feel a flutter in your stomach hearing him call you that. You nod and he hands you your ticket.

“You sure you don’t want help carrying the snacks?” Ask him before walking away. “Yeah, I’m sure, just get us some good seats.”

When you get to the room you look around and you find a nice spot in the back corner. You place your jacket down and sit there waiting for Eddie so you could flag him over.

As you watch everyone finding a spot and just shootin the shit you feel someone sit beside you. You turn and see.

“Dustin! What the hell are you-how did all of you get in here? This movie is rated R and last I checked none of you are even sixteen yet.” You hiss at the boys. “We told them that we were with you and they let us come in.” Lucas says with a devilish smile.

“Go find other seats, I am on a date. If neither of you could tell!” You snap at them. Mike was about to get up but Dustin stays seated. “Who are you on a date with?” He asks. “With me.” Eddie’s voice makes them all freeze.

“Hi, Eddie. You look nice.” Dustin says to him. “Come on, guys let’s go sit somewhere else.” Lucas gets up and Mike follows. Eddie was giving Dustin a raised brow and that’s when Dustin finally got the hint.

“Oh? Is this seat yours? Uh I was just keeping it warm for you.” Dustin quickly gets up and you grab your jacket off of the seat so Eddie can sit down. “Sorry about the wait, I didn’t know if you wanted skittles or starbursts. So I got you both.” He hands them to you and you accept them happily.

“You know the pink and red starbursts are the best in the pack. And if anyone tells you the yellow ones are the best, walk away from them immediately.” You open the starbursts and dig through to grab a red one. “I’m glad you’re a candy connoisseur, Hollywood. So I heard this movie was so gory a group of people left the theater throwing up.” You smile wide as you pass him a pink starburst.

“They said that about the exorcist, I went back for a double feature.” Eddie gives you a side eye. “You're more of a freak than I am, aren’t you Hollywood?” You nod as you take a sip of your drink. “Maybe I’ll be your Freddy Krueger and haunt your dreams tonight, is that freaky enough for you, pretty boy?” Eddie taps his chin and then shakes his head.

“How can you be my Freddy Krueger when you don’t even come close to being a nightmare on any street.”

Oh the kid is smooth tonight!

You touch his chin and pull him close. “Remember that when I appear in your nightmares from this day forward, Eddie Munson.” You go to kiss him but feel eyes on you. You glance over and see Lucas, Mike and Dustin staring but quickly look away.

“Looks like we got an audience, pretty boy.” You point out. He looks over at them and then back at you. “Those boys aren’t going to stop my show.” He captures your lips and kisses you, until the light turn off in the theater.

You felt a bit winded by this kiss. And he brings you close so you’re cuddled up with him. As the trailers play you whisper to him. “Do you like scary movies?” He nods and leans in to whisper back. “Oh course, and I especially love the bloody ones.”

“Oh really?” The trailer does a loud boom and Eddie jumps which makes you scoot closer to him. “Don’t worry pretty boy, if anything goes bump in the night your Freddy Krueger got it for you.”

“Oh shut up.” He says as you see a smile on his face in the dark of the movie…

***

You were on the edge of your seat as the killer robot searched for their last victim. You chew your popcorn and feel the thrill from the movie. Just when the final girl thinks she’s making it out of the mall the robot guts her and you lean over near Eddie. “That blood effect is so cool, right?” You ask chewing on some more popcorn.“Yeah…” He groans.

When the lights came on you stretched and stood up. “That was bitchin. Especially when the last girl got her head crushed under the mall gate. Her eyes looked like little tomatoes! But I have to say the killer shocked the shit out of me. What was your favorite part, Pretty boy?” You look over at him and his face was pale.

“Are you okay?” He nods and you look over at Lucas and his friends. They all looked pale. When you glance back at Eddie he had got up and he was holding his stomach. “So getting spaghetti after would be a bad idea huh?” He makes a gag noise and he runs out of the theater. You hide a smile with your hand and go after your dweeb of a boyfriend.

When he finally emerged from the bathroom you come up to him and he was pouting. “You said spaghetti on purpose.” You bring your hands up and cradle his face. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know you’d actually hurl. I won’t say anymore about the movie. Is that better?” You say as you kiss his lips.

He shakes his head. “No, but you can make it up to me.” He pulls you in and leans you against the wall. “Mm, in public? You little pervert.” He brings his knee between your legs and you nuzzle your nose against his. “Maybe I am a pervert, but only when you’re around.” Eddie says as he leans in to kiss you.

“Excuse me.” You both move apart when you hear one of the attendants interrupt. You both laugh and leave outside. As you both get outside you hear Thriller from Michael Jackson playing from a car in the parking lot.

You start moving your hips and turn to Eddie singing for him.

“…You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run…you feel the cold hand and wonder if you’ll ever see the sun…”

You raise your hands like they’re claws and do the zombie dance from the music video and he rolls his eyes at you. “Alright spookywood, I don’t know about you but I’m not ready to go home just yet, you wanna go for a ride?”

“Sure, wait are you not ready to go home because you’re scared?” You wiggle your brows at him and he leads you back to the van. “You are something else, Hollywood. But how does pizza sound?”

“Make it extra pepperonis and cheese and you got a deal.”

The van was parked at the local pizza shop and you two were inside waiting for the pie to be done.

You were sitting on Eddie’s lap just talking about some up coming concerts and how you two wanted to go to some of them. “Kiss is doing a concert but the closest show is in New York.” He tells you. “Okay, do you wanna go?” He chuckles as he rubs your lower back. “You know what I love about you, Hollywood? You don’t hesitate for shit. I can say let’s go sky diving, and you’ll be like rad, let’s go. You are just amazing.”

“Awe come on, you’re pretty awesome yourself.” He shrugs. “I don’t know about that, Hollywood.” He entwines his fingers into yours and he looks off into the distance.

“Honestly other than the band, I don’t have much else going for me. Yeah the campaign is cool but you’ve heard the news, they’re calling it a Satanic cult. Like how is that considered a cult? Honestly sometimes I feel like a loser, and I’m not saying that out of pity, I’m just stating facts.”

“You’re stating fiction. That campaign stuff? Lucas and his friends love doing that with you and if I were a dweeb I’d join in a heartbeat. The stories sound cool. Like the one you guys did last week? The one with Vecna? That shit sounded wild from what Lucas told me. And he told me you. You made that storyline. That’s is some creative ass shit, Eddie. This brain of yours is dangerous and don’t ever call yourself a loser. My boyfriend isn’t a loser.”

Uh-oh you called him the b word.

“Since when I became your boyfriend?” He asks with a smile on his tone. You look away from him. “That pizza should be done now.” You go to get up but he pulls you back down. “No, no, no. Don’t try to be cute and change the subject. Tell me when did I become your boyfriend?”

“Do you not want to be my boyfriend?” You stall. “I do, you know I do.” You turn to him and give a little once over. “And what are you going to do when I leave? Would you do long distance?”

“I was considering it. I mean I graduate in a few months, and I’ve been thinking about going to college out there.”

“Really?! Because if you do oh my god I have so much to show you. The night clubs, the underground shows. Just- you’re going to have a blast in Cali.” You were so animated in talking you don’t even realize that Eddie was just staring at you like you were a precious diamond in his grasp.

He was in love with you. He didn’t know when it happened. Maybe during the second date when he saw you enjoying him up on that stage. Or maybe it was the day he saw you at the record store.

You came in confident and happy. And when he saw you he just had to find a way to introduce himself. So he was thankful that your album had dropped and that he walked over and picked it up. When your eyes met his, his heart skipped several beats and he won’t admit it yet but he was nervous. How could a gorgeous woman such as yourself like hanging out with him?

Eddie “the freak” Munson.

As he listened to you talk, he could picture it, you and him in California. Living together, painting the town red and maybe starting a family. Eddie sighs and he just knew when you went back to California, he wasn’t going to let you leave him behind.

“Eddie? Earth to Eddie.” You wave and he blinks. You smile looking into his eyes. “What were you thinking about so hard?” You ask him. “Just thinking about the future.” He says with a secret smile. “Well time traveler, I don’t want to interrupt but the pizza is ready. Where are we going with it?” You ask as you get off of his lap. “Just somewhere cool. Come on, let’s get the pizza and go.”

***

Eddie had parked the van and you look out and see a great big lake. “Welcome to Lovers lake, Hollywood.” You look back at him, after rolling the joint. “Are you trying to seduce me, pretty boy? I’ve heard stories about Lovers lake.”

“What? I don’t know what you mean, m’lady.” He says innocently. “Oh you’re such a dweeb.” You open the van door and he follows. You both meet at the back of the van and he opens the doors, revealing a bed in the back, as well as the pizza and a six pack.

“I bet you brought me out here so no one could hear my screams.” You say sitting in the back of the van. “Mm, in more ways than one, Hollywood.” Eddie says as he leans in between your thighs. You mush him away and grab the pizza box. “Let’s eat before the pizza gets cold.”

He sits besides you and as you both get a slice you sit in silence for a moment. You chew slowly and look up at the stars. “It’s beautiful.” You whisper. “Yeah…beautiful.” You already knew he was staring at you and you grab a beer and hand it to him.

“You know, pretty boy, you have this habit in staring.” You comment as you take a sip from your beer can. “I only stare when I’m fascinated by something. And it’s you.” He turns your face and the way the moon light shines on him made him look more pretty.

“Such a pretty pretty boy, you are Munson.” You say as you put your beer and pizza down and climb on top of him. “You really think I’m pretty?” He whispers as you lean over close to his lips.

“Baby, I think you’re pretty, handsome, gorgeous and all of the above. I knew it the moment you looked up at me to give me my album.” You kiss his lips, and feel him trail his hands down your hips.

His hands travels up your skirt and you feel his fingers find your wetness. “Mm, someone is excited.” He says continuing to kiss you. You move his hands and pin them above his head.

“You know, pretty boy, ever since I saw this rope back here I’ve been dying to use it on you. May I?” You ask as you reach and find the rope. “Wait, before you do.” Eddie tries to get up but your grip was firm.

“Hollywood, I need to take my clothes off if that is the case.” You don’t budge. “What if I want to make a mess of you? Keep some of your clothes on and make you squirm a little. I like the thought of that.”

“Come on, Hollywood. Let me just-” You grip him down harder. “I’ll let you up for a little bit, but once you’re done, I’m going to get this rope and tie you down. And after that is all done, I am going to take my sweet time with you. I want to make a mess of you, pretty boy. A begging mess.” You say as you bite his bottom lip and suck.

You let go trusting that he won’t try anything and he takes off his sneakers, as well as his jacket, his shirt and his pants along with his boxers. He was completely naked in front of you and you find the rope.

“Are you sure you want to tie me up?” He says in a deep voice that makes your pussy clench. “Oh I do. And I’m going to or else you don’t get to fuck me. Now lay back down for me, pretty boy.” You say as you stare up at him.

He could easily just flip this whole situation but you trusted him. So when he laid back down on the bed, you nod in approval and you tie his wrists above his head.

“Just as I thought, you do look even prettier all tied up. Now let’s see how you look begging.” You strip off your clothes and he eyes you, causing his dick to harden and you sit close to his dick. “Eddie, you know I really like you right? Like I really really like you. And in order for you to understand me, I need to show you this part of me. I love when you fuck me with your tongue…” You lean down and trail your tongue up his happy trail. Which causes goosebumps along his skin.

You stop at his nipples and you touch his chest. “…I love when you fuck me with this mouth of yours and I love when you just fuck me till I’m begging you to stop because it feel just that fucking good. But Eddie, I like taking control from time to time. And I’ve been dying to hear you beg for a while now.”

You go to kiss him but grab his face instead. “Say you want me to fuck you..beg.” Eddie had a confident smirk on his face and you knew in moments you’d wipe it off. “Please fuck me Hollywood.”

You tilt your head close to his ear. “That smirk just costed you, Munson.” You let him go and lean back revealing your pussy to him. “Did you want more pizza? Or do you want dessert?” His smirk leaves and he tries to lean up be remembered he was tied down. “That…I want to eat that pussy.”

You spread your lips showing him you’re wet and you suck your fingers in front of him. “Mmm, well I’m hungry too. So how do we solve that?” You eye his dick and crawl over to him. He was silent but you knew he wanted to taste you badly.

You hover your pussy above his face and you feel him trying to move but you grip his dick and squeeze. “Excuse me, don’t be rude. Ladies should always go first.” You stroke him slowly and you hear him moan. “Come on, Olivia, just sit on my face. I want to eat that pussy.” He moans as you continue to stroke him.

“Not yet.” You answer as you drool down his dick, making it jump in your hand. “I said ladies first.” You lower your mouth on the head of his dick and you hear him suck in a breathe and he moves his hips a little.

You use your hand and mouth to get him going. “Olivia, please let me eat your pussy. Please ba-fuck.” You cup him as you suck and you come up for air. “Now it’s your turn, I hope you can breathe back there.” You sit down on his mouth and feel his tongue immediately move across your slit.

Your eyes roll back as he eats but you get back to it and you suck him off deeper making sure to take your time. You feel him hit the back of your throat and he moves his hips but you pin them down and start to deep throat him.

You hear him groan as he eats your pussy. His nose sliding in as his tongue laps up your clit. You stop sucking for a moment and sit up just enough so hold your weight correctly. You start fucking his mouth as you have your hands on his chest.

“You wanted to…eat me then fucking eat me. Make me cum riding your face.” You moan out as he pulls at the rope. You know he wanted to touch you. He wanted to grab your ass and suck your pussy till you screamed. But you were in control. You really stared to move your hips and rubbed your pussy across his lips and tongue.

Eddie was moaning and groaning. But you weren’t going to please him right now. No you wanted him to eat you till you were satisfied. “Just like that, baby. Eat my pretty pussy. Eat it just like you begged.” You start rubbing your pussy faster against his tongue and your eye roll back as you feel yourself about to cum.

He sucks your lips and you let your weight go on his face and you feel your lower stomach start to tighten. “I’m coming…” You moan out as you move your hips. He shakes his head and he sucks what you give him.

You sag against him and see he had much more precum on the tip of his very pink dick. You move off of him and his face was slick from your wetness. He was smiling like he won some prize. “I thought you said I was going to regret that smirk.”

You don’t say a word, instead you search his pockets and you find what you were looking for. A condom.

You move back over to Eddie and run a thumb across the head of his dick. “Have you ever been edged before, Eddie?” You ask as you open the condom with your teeth.

“Easy there Hollywood, it’s sensitive t..there.” He warns. “Oh I know, now answer my question.” You ask as you continue to rub your thumb. “N..no I..haven’t.” You give him a cold stare and move your hand away from him and you roll the condom onto his dick.

You get up and position yourself over the head of his dick. When you slide down you both let out a moan. Your lean over and start to bounce up and down as you clench your walls.

“Oh sh…shit. Hollywood you’ve never done that before.” You bounce on him so he’s deeper and you grab his face. Sucking your remaining juices off of his lips and tongue.

He yanks at the ropes. “Mm, okay, Hollywood. You need to untie me because-oh shit. This pussy is too good to keep me tied up.” You shake your head and lean up, riding him faster.

You look down watching his eyes roll back and flutter closed. “Does this feel good baby?” You ask as you slow down your pace. “Yes, yes it does. Now please untie me.” He moans.

“Hm, no.” You slow down your pace more until you were just sitting there. “Wh…why’d you stop?” He moans out.

Instead of answering him you pick up the face and lean down to you can keep your weight in balance. You move your pussy so the only thing he could feel was you riding the tip.

He tried to buck his hips to make it go all the way in but you slide him out. “Oh Eddie, you don’t get to have the control. Do that again and I’ll stop and leave you with blue balls.” You tell him. You slide him back in and clench him harder making him grunt.

“You want to cum don’t you, Eddie? You just want to cum deep inside of this warm pussy.” He nods but you slow down. “Use those pretty words for me, baby.” You moan as your roll your hips causing him to yank at the rope.

“Yes, yes I want to cum. I want to cum inside of you Olivia. Baby please just untie me.” He begs which makes you smile.

“Not yet, I’m having fun.” You lean over and suck his neck, leaving your own mark on him, as he moans he’s about to cum.

You roll your hips again and you feel him shiver as he’s about to cum. But you stop. “No, no, no. Don’t do that, baby please fuck me. Let me cum inside of you.” Eddie moans out. “What? You’re not having fun? With me riding and edging you? I th..think this is fun.” You roll your hips faster and he lets out a moan that sounded cute.

“I’m coming.” You stop again and he lets out a angered groan. “Baby, baby please. Fuck me, I’ll be good. Just please don’t stop fucking me.” Hearing him say that made you extremely wet. “You’ll be good? Promise?” He nods quickly.

“Yes, I’ll be good, baby please keep going. I’m so close.” You roll your hips again and his eyes roll back, you feel his dick twitch but stop just to torture him. “Stop! Stop doing that! Olivia just fu-” You shut him up by rolling your hips and fucking him until he was a whimpering mess.

You soon after came and you rest your head on his chest. Both of you were breathing heavy. “Shit…that was fucked up and fucking amazing.” You hear Eddie say between breathes. You look up at him through your lashes.

“I’ve been wanting to do that to you since the first time, but I was kind of scared that I would scare you off.” You say as you sit up a bit. “What? You mean I could’ve gotten fucked like that on the first night? Jesus I think I would’ve fell in love with you sooner.”

There is is, him saying that to you.

“Do you love me?” You ask searching his eyes. He was quiet at first but then his eyes lock onto yours. “I do, and before you tell me I’m not. I think about you a lot. I honestly feel happy waking up on the days we have dates. I never want to bring you home. You’re fun to be around and you make me feel important. You see me Olivia, the real me, the heavy metal dweeb who plays D&D with his friends. I love you, and if you don’t love me back then please don’t say it, let me just dream a little longer about this beautiful Cali girl who came into my life for the past few weeks.” You shut him up with a kiss. “Eddie, you’re rambling.”

“I know, but that just how I feel when you’re around.” He kisses you back and you feel a flutter in your heart.

You’re a heartbreaker, you get a guy to fall in love and when you’re bored you dump him and move onto the next.

But you’re not bored with Eddie, or Steve. They make things interesting and fun.

I hope they both can understand how you feel. Because there is no denying you like them both. Maybe even lo-

“Hollywood? I don’t know about you but my wrists hurt and I think it’s your turn to get tied up.” Eddie says under you. You put that thought on hold and shake your head.

“Who says I’m untying you? I like you like this Pretty boy.” He yanks at the ropes again and you sit up. “Olivia, come on. It was cute in the moment but come on. Untie me.” You shake your head again and laugh. “Olivia, untie m-OLIVIA!”

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