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“my favorite harry potter movie is the prisoner of azkaban” i know who you are.

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happy tears

warnings/ MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, Self harm scars, smut smut smuttttt, loss of virginity

pairing/ established relationship eddiexfem!reader (she is very sensitive...aren't we all)

summary/ it's y/n's birthday. she's happy to have made it this far—with convincing from eddie

"The big 2-0. You made it babe." Eddie set down the little store bought cake in front of you. Foregoing candles, he had shoved a joint into the cake and lit it.

You smile up at him, taking the joint out of the cake and licking the icing off before inhaling. "I'm surprised I made it this far." It had been intended as a joke but came out a bit too heavy.

The rawness of it hangs over the two of you for a second too long before Eddie chimes in. "I'm so proud of you, babe. Twenty years old. And you finished high school two years ago. That's more than I can say for myself".

He wraps an arm around your waist, reaching for the joint with his free hand. "Only the best for my girl." The butterflies travel from your stomach all the way up, through your smoke filled lungs and into your throat.

"I was wondering why this hit so quick," you lilted. Eddie brought a hand to his chest in mock scandal but couldn't help the smile slipping through the cracks. The weed was better than usual—like some people reserve champagne, Eddie keeps his best strains for special occasions. And you are very special to him.

"Really, though." You kissed his cheek. "Thank you. It's very you."

His smile faded a little, a hand coming to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything huge for you this year. I've been trying to save for a place, you know."

"Eddie." You cupped his cheek. It was a little warm as he leaned into you.

His gaze into your eyes was so tender you thought you might be sick—that's what you were. Lovesick. Completely, utterly lovesick. Side pressed to his side, fingers grazing as you passed the joint, there was something burning inside that made you ache with fondness.

Minutes later you find yourselves lazing on the couch, half eaten paper plates of cake balanced on your laps and giggling into each other's mouths.

"You've got a little-" he licked the corner of your mouth, "icing there." You hiccuped a 'thanks.'

"You've got a little-" you licked the corner of his mouth this time, "icing there."

"No, I didn't." His brow creased.

"No. You didn't." Laughter bubbled up and broke your false sincerity. Eddie leaned over and licked a long stripe up your cheek.

"Eww, Eddie! Your tongue is all...cakey." You wiped it off with a palm, brushing it down the thigh of his jean.

"Just making sure my girl is nice and clean on her big day."

"Oh, right. I forgot it was my birthday." You dabbed a bit of icing on your finger, licked it off slowly. A bit too sweet, but red velvet with cream cheese was your favourite and Eddie never failed to please.

"How could you forget such a thing?" He gasps, theatrical as always. Your eyes soften on his. "Eddie?" Your voice is soft.

"Yes, my love," he lilts, still with the dramatics.

"I-uh-thank you for making me happy to celebrate my birthday. I know I said I was surprised I made it this far but you're really the reason I'm still here at all so thank you."

His eyes are glassy, brows furrowed. You press a thumb to his temple. "Oh, Eddie, don't cry. It's a happy thing. Really. I'm happy to be here. With you."

He wipes his eyes, huffs out a humorous "shit." You smile when he looks up at you again, eyes dry. "Right-right. It's a celebration!"

"Exactly." You wrap your arms around his neck.

"Speaking of which, I think it's time for presents!" He sprung up and you whined, making grabby hands like a child.

"I will be back in a flash, babe. Count to ten." He slid along the little hall of the trailer in sock feet, fast as lighting—well, he felt so anyway.

"One, two, three..." You for some reason brought your hands to your eyes as if this were a round of hide and go seek. Eddie's smile split his cheeks when he came back into the room, three boxes in hand.

"Okay, open up sweet thing." He tapped the back of your hand. Giggling, you stayed still. "C'mon. I miss those eyes." He pouted. You opened up finally.

"There's my girl!" He cooed. "Right," he handed you a box, "biggest one first. I think you'll like it."

You gasped at him, placing the boxes on the sofa beside you as he kneeled in front of you. "Oh, Eddie. I- you weren't meant to get me three. I can't—this is way too much." You felt the beginning of hot tears in your eyes, a heavy stone sinking in your stomach.

"Hey, c'mon, none of that." He cupped your cheeks. "You deserve more than I could ever give you, you're everything, okay." His smile was terribly soft. "Now, dig in. I wanna see what you think."

You sniffed, laughing wetly at his impatience as he pressed a box into your palm, this time the smallest one.

You dug your finger under the crease in the paper, tearing it in two. The little black leather box fell into your lap—either a ring or earrings, which made the butterflies crawl all the way up to your throat again. Nobody had bought you jewellery before.

You pried it open to find a pair of homemade dangly earrings. They were made of some mini D&D dice, the perfect size.

"I know they aren't the best but I made them myself...well, Dustin might have helped a little." He chuckled.

You stared into the box in awe. "Eddie, I-"

You sobbed, more of a hiccup than a cry.

He immediately cupped your face, thumb pressing under your eye to hopefully staunch the tears.

"Hey, hey, hey, what is it?" You sucked in a breath, desperate to tell him. "Nobody has ever gotten me something this nice before. I don't deserve this," you weep, snuggling into his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

"Oh, you're breaking my heart here, y/n," he says. You want to ask what he means but you think you kind of know. "Thank you," you say, and nuzzle into the fabric of his shirt. His hair is like a curtain around you and you don't really want to get out.

"C'mon, try 'em on. Wanna see if it's possible for my girl to get even prettier." You giggle as you slip out your tiny silver studs and replace them with the dice. They're the perfect weight in your ears, and the gentle dangle against the side of your neck serves as a reminder of Eddie, which makes your chest swell with something warm.

"You're killer, babe," he says with that signature Eddie smirk. Your cheeks burn a little from having such a huge smile for so long. "Next one?" you chime shyly. He shakes his head, coming out of whatever trance you had put him in. "Right, okay, so this next one I need to explain because I don't want you to get nervous."

"Eddie if there is an animal in that box I am going to pass out on this couch," you declare, deadpan serious, to which he promptly bursts into a fit of laughter.

"Ohhhh, no, babe, this is worse. You're gonna love it though," he hands you the box, "and we'll only use them when you decide the time is right."

"Hmm. 'Kay, but I'm not one hundred percent sure I like you right now," you nervously joke as you tear the wrapping with shaky fingers.

"I love you, too," he lilts.

"Oh." It's a box of condoms. You can't make yourself meet Eddie's eyes, deep in a thought.

"Look, I know it's kind of silly, but I just think you should have 'em, you know, for whenever you're ready." His hand is on your arm, soothing. "Sorry if it's like a weird thing to give you on your birthday. I just thought—"

"It's perfect, Eddie." You lean forward and peck his lips. "Thank you."

"It's not that I'm asking." His cheeks are beet red. "I just want you to know that the option is there."

You haven't had sex with Eddie—yet. You want to, though, you're just a little nervous. But seeing him flushed and flustered over the same topic somehow dulls that trill of nerves inside you.

"Is Eddie Munson nervous right now?" you tease. "You're stealing my bit."

"Hey," He scoffs. "Shut up. You can never be too prepared." You cackle at that but soon quieten, thinking.

"Eddie?"

"Yes, love," he says, gazing into your eyes, a burning stare.

"I do want to," you say. "Y'know, if you do. Been thinking about it."

He sighs in relief, his shoulders dropping. "Oh, trust me babe, I want to. But are you sure? Just because I got them doesn't mean we need to do it right away." His palm is still warm and steady against your arm, giving a small squeeze now and then.

"There is 100% no pressure at all, okay?"

"I promise Eddie. I want you. I do," you lean forward, place a hand on his cheek. It's hot.

He clears his throat. "Well, good thing I saved the best for last," he says, placing the biggest box in your lap—biggest is generous. It's a medium sized, rectangular box. You shake it and hear nothing.

"Not a puppy," you say.

"This is much more exciting, babe, trust me."

You tear off the wrapping to reveal a deep purple box. On the front is a line drawing, the silhouette of a woman's body, and "Ann Summers" in large writing. You lift off the lid.

It's a wand.

Eddie chimes in on your silence as you inspect the gadget. "I know how much you love to play with your little toy at home." You blush madly at the memory of Eddie finding out about your little bullet. "I figured I'd get one that we could maybe use together. You can keep it for just you, though—" he quickly adds "—if you're more comfortable with that. It is totally your call, babe."

His lip is between his teeth now, breath held as he waits for a response. You lift it out of the box, hold down the on button. A pleasant buzzing emits from the toy, gentle, and as you press it again it gets faster, faster.

"Eddie?"

He hums in regard.

"Can you show me how to use it? Please?"

"Oh, baby," he says, scooping you up off the couch. "Of course I can. Now?" he asks, stopping to wait for an answer.

"Please, Eds," you practically whine.

He makes his way to his room with you in his arms, the vibe and condoms in your hands.

You shake your head a little to feel the earrings jingle and you laugh.

You feel Eddie's arms holding you so tightly but ever so gentle, like you're porcelain.

You feel encapsulated by tangible love, it's thick in the air.

He sets you on the bed gently, taking the two items from your hands. "We'll get back to those, babe, promise," he says, moving over you.

His forearms are either side of your head—he had swept your hair out the way before he laid down to prevent any tugging—as he leans down for a kiss.

You move up eagerly to meet his lips and he laughs, the sound a sweet, lovely thing.

"Is it okay if I take my shirt off?" he asks.

"Mhmm," you hum. "C—can I take off mine, too?"

His grin is cheek splitting. "You can do whatever you want. Whatever makes you feel comfortable." He brings his shirt over his head in one swift movement and all thoughts of removing your own are lost as you gaze at his torso.

You had seen him shirtless before, though fleetingly, swimming or just finishing changing, in bed when he was healing from the worst day of your lives. You got lost in the contours of his muscles, the detailed artwork that adorned his chest and arms. The scars from the Upside Down that have healed now.

You understand. You have healed scars of your own. Little lines of silver, raised skin that trail down your forearms. Eddie understands, too. He's kissed them a lot over the years, cried with you over them, loved you all the same.

Brought back to reality by the sounds of his steady breaths, you lean up to drag your own shirt over your head before you lose your nerve. You aren't wearing a bra.

Eddie swears his heart stops for a second as he gazes down at you—cheeks all rosy, lips swollen and wet from kisses, your perfect chest and cute lil stomach laid out all pretty.

"You're beautiful, y/n, really," he says. You shy away, turning your face on the pillow.

"'m not," you mutter. He laughs. "My shy girl, c'mon." You can't fight your smile at him as he turns your face, featherlight fingertips on your jaw.

"Okay if I touch you, please?"

You breathe out a shaky "Yes."

He doesn't go right for your breasts; he leaves you waiting with baited breath, slowly trails barely-there lines along your neck, shoulders, collar bone.

His touch burns, excitement and fondness and love pooling in your stomach and chest. Arousal pooling somewhere else...

Finally you lose some patience, opting to arch your back, pushing your chest out. You take his hand, making eye contact as you bring his warm palm to your breast. He gets the idea and brings the other up, cupping both of them.

"Y'so soft, so pretty," he says. He brings his fingertips down to ghost over your nipples and you gasp. "Theeere you are," he drawls. "That feel good?"

A high "mhmm" is all you can manage as he keeps playing with you. Touching, squeezing, rubbing, it's already too much and you've barely started.

He reaches a hand to his side, grabs the wand. He wiggles his eyebrows at you as he presses the button, smirking when the buzzing sound emits. He brings it to your nipple and you gasp, chest jerking up.

"Oh, Eddie, that—that's good." You're laughing, smiling, high on his touches. He brings a hand to your cheek and at the same time moves the wand down, barely grazing over your skin til it reaches just above where you want it most.

"You ready, sweetheart?" His thumb swipes over your cheek, below your eye. "Yes, please," you squeak, hands on your chest that's moving up and down quickly.

Filled with trepidation, you don't expect the gentle buzzing of the lowest setting to be so blissful. You moan from deep in your chest and Eddie huffs out a breath through his smile. "Shit, that's so hot."

"More, please, Eds," you groan. He flicks up the wand another couple settings and your hips jerk wildly, scooting away from the stimulation.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." He flicks off the toy. "Too much?" His hand is steady on your hip, grounding in the way he grips it.

"Yeah," you huff. "Felt like I needed more though." You lean up on your elbows. "It was really good but... I don't know. Something was missing."

You glance down, the bulge in Eddie's jeans looking painful. With less fear and more curiosity you reach a hand down, palm his cock. He grunts. "Fuck, baby. That what you needed?" He hooks his thumb into the waistband, pulls his pants and underwear down at the same time. "Should've just asked."

You gawk at the size of him. He chuckles. "We're gonna go nice and slowly, that alright with you, sweet thing?"

You swallow. "Okay," you say, voice high. "Will—will you play with me first?" You bring a hand to your lower stomach, rest it there.

"Of course. Gotta get you ready for me, make sure it feels comfortable, yeah?" His hand is on your thigh, the wand still gripped in the other. "You wanna stop and we'll stop. Just say the word."

He explores for a bit, mumbling a "this okay?" or "feels good?" every few moments. And it is. All of it is perfect. You're dizzy under the movement of his hands, legs weak. When he finally slips in a finger you're keening, the touch against your gummy walls is overwhelming. He slips in another and you're gasping, groaning out his name when he curls them up.

When he presses the wand to your clit you're a goner. You moan out his name tearfully, voice thick with pleasure and exertion. You feel blissfully drained as your orgasm comes to a stop, the pleasant pulsing of your clit and fluttering of your walls echoing the moments earlier.

Eddie is smiling down at you with the same love and adoration he always has. It's sickening how sweet he looks, cheeks flushed, eyes soft. You need him closer.

"Ready now, Eds, please?" you lilt. "Gonna fill me?"

He groans at your words. "Fuck, y/n, you're gonna kill me one day, you know?"

You're giggling madly, stroking your hands up and down his ribs as he tears open the box of condoms, puts one on.

"Tell me to stop if you need me to, ok? I mean it sweets. I won't enjoy myself unless you do." He's hovering over you now, elbows caging in your head. You lean up to whisper in his ear. "I trust you, Eddie. I'm ready."

With that he presses the tip in, a gentle pinch that elicits the tiniest groan but he hears it. "Still okay?" He smooths out your hair.

"Yeah, 'mkay." You breathe deep. "I love you, Eddie." Your eyes are teary, cheeks red. You clench your eyes shut and he kisses each lid, coaxing them open. "I fucking love you too, you know that. Every bit of you." You're rolling your hips now, lightheaded at all of this.

He slides in more. You nearly tell him to stop when the stretch blooms in your abdomen but then he's bringing a hand down to rub your clit and you clench around him and - "Oh, fuck," you whine. "Just like that Eddie, please don't stop."

He's grinning wildly at you as you pant and moan, chest heaving. You fully relax, taking his thrusts with ease and excitement. Your hands come to his hair, giggling as you tug at the strands near the back which makes him groan. "That's it, y/n. Such a good girl for me."

At that you're toppling over the edge again, clenching down around him. He murmurs "shit shit shit," and keeps rubbing your clit fast. The drag of his cock against your walls is fucking angelic and he cums embarrassingly fast, moaning out your name.

He lays on top of you for a little bit, a cuddle position you're both used to, before pulling out. He knew you needed the weight to relax you so you could loosen up once again. "Fuck, you're so perfect. Haven't cum that hard, like, ever. Haven't cum that fast since I was a fucking freshman," he says, incredulous.

You snort, lean your forehead into the crook of his neck. "That was a looong time ago, Eds. I'm glad you enjoyed it, though."

He takes your hand. "I'm glad you were there with me for all that time. I mean it. I wouldn't be me if it weren't for you." He kisses your palm.

Your eyes pool with wetness, but before he can fret you're blurting "happy tears, happy tears." and smiling. Your side by side now, legs and arms tangled, so so close.

They are happy tears. Still, he kisses them away.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie stranger things #stranger things s4

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sorry loves i have been i'll for the past week but there is more writing on the way :)))

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my shy girl

warnings/ SMUTTTTT, weed, unprotected sex (don't fucking do itttt)

pairing/ eddiemunsonxshy!fem!reader

summary/ y/n likes eddie. eddie likes y/n. she's too shy to make the first move, he's too oblivious to make the first move. like most things in eddie's life, [the purchasing of] weed ends up being the solution to the problem

The picnic bench wobbles as you bounce your leg, only steadying as he sits down across from you. "Ah, my favourite customer."

Your palm is sweaty from the bundled up cash you're holding. You squeak out a "Hey."

"So, the usual?" he chirps, digging through for the little baggie. You hum out a "mhmm." You aren't interested in the weed at all as your eyes wander to Eddie. You enjoy the clink of his rings against the metal box, song-like.

A hand waves in front of you. "Earth to y/n?" He lilts.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. What?" You shake your head, still a little fuzzy.

He huffs a laugh. "I said that's twenty five, if you would be so kind." He holds the bag out to you in one hand, his other an open palm, elbows on the table. You flatten out the cash, hand it to him.

It should be thirty. He knows, you know. But you can't argue this with him again. You've lost count of how many times you had lost that battle. "You're my most loyal customer, y/n." He'd say. "It's only fair."

He clasps it in his palm, theatrical. "Pleasure doing business with ya," he says, shoving the cash in his little box and beginning to stand.

"English!" you blurt, a hand coming straight to your cheek. You sort of yelled, but it's Eddie, and he isn't exactly jarred by weird.

"English." He repeats, his tone a lullaby compared to yours. He lowers back on the bench. "What about it?"

"Uh, the english project." You swallow. "I heard that you could use some help."

He taps a finger on his lips, feigned thinking, eyes wandering to the sky above. "That I could."

"Well you obviously don't have to but if you want we can work on it at my house and my parents aren't at home and it'll be quiet. But it's up to you cause I'm sure you have better things—"

He waves his hands. "Y/n." You look at him and shut up, eyes wide. "That sounds good." He draws out the words, slow and measured, as if to reassure you. "I have my van if you want a ride." He points his thumb toward the parking lot, the corners of his lips quirked up softly.

"Yeah, okay." You smile gingerly, grabbing your books. "Did you maybe want to get your textbook from your locker first?"

He chuckles, keeps walking to the van. "I uh, I don't exactly have a textbook for this class. Or any class."

"Oh, right. Well you can use mine if you want."

He stops at the van "Ever so kind, y/n." and opens the passenger door for you.

His van is comfy, same as always. He plays music that's a little loud—not too much, but it makes you feel lively, the bass and drums in your chest—and you even find yourself singing along.

He turns down the volume, Paranoid fades into the background. "You like Black Sabbath? How am I only finding this out now?"

"Oh, um, yeah, and my dad likes 'em too. Paranoid is like one of my favourite albums." You fish in your bag and pull out a cassette tape. "I made this new mix a couple weeks ago actually."

He takes it from your hand, glancing between it and the road. You tense at that, fingers digging into the leather of the seat, but he keeps driving smoothly. He runs his thumb over the neat handwriting.

"Mötley Crüe, Iron Maiden and Metallica! Shit, y/n, I think I've met my match."

"Your partner in crime," you quip.

"The Bonnie to my Clyde."

You both giggle at that. "Don't tell me you're a burglar now. We're going to my house!"

He chuckles. "Speaking of which it's this way, yeah?"

"Almost. Next turn in." You point to the entryway.

"Right, right. I was a little high the last time I was here." He says.

"A little?" You scoff. "You ran over my mom's rhododendrons. I had to tell her it was the neighbour's dog."

"I'll get her new flowers," he huffs.

"No, you won't."

"No, I won't." He's grinning like an idiot.

You room isn't terribly messy but you scramble to shove the pens, books and notebooks off your bed and onto the desk. He has given you a ride home before but never dared enter. You never dared to ask him in.

"Sorry, I was up studying last night," you murmur as you neaten up. There are a couple cans of red bull on the pillow and you sweep them into the little trash bin. You opt to leave the cassettes and walkman on the bed.

"I would say I get what you mean but I'm not exactly renowned for my studious tendencies." He glances over at the books like they're written in another language. "But I have had my fair share of all-nighters."

"Playing at The Hideout until dawn then passing out in your van after does not count." You joke. He laughs and your stomach jumps.

"Right. So, where do we start with this project." He moves over to the bed, sitting close as you flip through the textbook. Your thighs touch.

"Well, we have to argue here that Othello's downfall is his own fault, not Iago's." You point out each character, explaining with your hands. He watches closely.

"And on the other hand we have to argue that Desdemona isn't as innocent as people assume she is. Then we tie both arguments together to explain the tragedy."

"Ok. Lead the way." He says.

About two hours later you're surrounded by half-eaten snacks, more empty Redbulls and a stack of various tapes.

"This Othello guy, he really loves that Desdemaria."

"It's Desdemona. And loves?" You drop the flash cards onto the bed. "He literally kills her." You chuckle.

"Well, yeah, but only cause he was so mad that she betrayed him." His tone is light, as if he's still pondering. "And he did it to redeem her, you know, so she could go to heaven or whatever. That's kind of love, right?" He rests his chin on his palm, knees crossed up on the bed.

"That's kind of beautiful, Eds. And brilliant. Write that down," you order, gesturing with a pen. He can't help his laugh, murmuring a subtle 'okay bossy.'

"What was that?"

"Nothingggg," he drawls, scribbling down the note. "Now, this is officially the longest I have ever sat down and worked so I think it's time for a break."

He gets up before you can stop him and walks over to the shelf with books, CDs, cassettes; all of your junk.

"This is cute," he says, holding up a framed photo of you and a sad looking, very wet cat. "Yellow galoshes were very in back then."

"Totally, but Bat wasn't a big fan of the rain. Hated getting his ears wet."

"Bat?" He sets back down the frame ever so gently. "Interesting name for a kitty." You continue to speak as he looks through the book titles, nerves in your stomach mixed with some other warm feeling. There's something intimate about having Eddie look around your room.

"I couldn't say my Cs when I was little." You laugh. "He kind of suited it though. He had little flabby bits under his arms that looked like wings." You gesture to your underarm, jiggle it a little. He chuckles.

"There's a cat just like that living under my trailer." He scans the highest shelf as he speaks, balanced on his toes. "I just call her Mews though. Sometimes she'll come up and— wait, what is this?"

You startle off the bed, terrified of what he has found. "Oh, God, what?"

He holds out a sizeable bag of weed.

"Oh, I-" you start.

"If you needed me to teach you how to roll up you should have just asked," he says, fishing for some papers in his pocket. "Can't believe you've been buying from me all this time and haven't smoked any of it." He's shaking his head but smiling nonetheless.

"Oh, it's okay, Eddie. I...I don't smoke." You place a palm over his hands, stop him from peeling open the bag. Suddenly you feel overwhelmingly guilty, your voice gets smaller. "You can have it back if you want. Sorry if I wasted your time." You stare at your shoes.

He puts the bag on the shelf. "You could never." You look at him now, his eyes honeyed brown. "Like I said, you're my favourite customer, but that's not cause you bought so much weed." He's grinning, laughing airily. "Like, a ridiculous amount of weed. But really. You're great to talk to, y'know."

"Really?"

"Sure thing. That, and the fact that you look real pretty when we do talk. You get all flustered and shy." He's smirking.

"Shut up." You shove his arm. "Let's finish this dumb project."

You sit a little closer now, knees crossed under you both and nearly touching as you swap pages of notes to read. But none of it is going in. The words are buzzing on your tongue.

"Eddie?"

He looks up at you.

"I like to talk to you, too."

He shuffled closer, your knees touch. The cutouts on his jeans line up just right; you're skin to skin.

"That's good to know," he drawls, shit eating smirk plastered across both cheeks that fades as fast as it had appeared. "But wait, why the weed?"

You flush from the neck upwards. "Didn't know how else to talk to you," you mumble, but he hears you. "It's also why I kept coming to the Hideout."

"Ohhh, see now that makes sense. Lovely thing like you doesn't belong in that dump." His fingers play with the straggly bits of his ripped jeans, knuckles brushing your knee. He moves his hand up, barely grazing your thigh. "I can't believe you did all that just to talk to me."

You cover your eyes with your fingertips, press hard. "It's dumb, I know," you say. But he doesn't think so.

Eddie takes your wrists, slides his hands up so his palms are against yours. His fingers are warm, calloused and smooth.

"It's not. It's really not." He says, leaning forward.

You whisper "Eddie." And close your eyes.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop."

You press your lips to his. They're wet, plump from his nibbling. Your hands come to the nape of his neck, hold onto the hair tight. He shudders, pulls back.

"Have you done anything like this before?" His voice is achingly soft, a little higher than you expect. His fingers come to hold your face, thumbs pressed into the space under your eye. You could laugh, cry, shout into the pillows.

"Uh, not with anybody. I tried by myself before but I couldn't figure out how to..." you trail off.

"That's okay. You want to?"

You nod.

"Words please, shy girl," his thumb swipes over your lip.

"Yes, Eddie. Yes."

His hands move to the hem of your shirt. "Can I?" He waits. You lift your arms over your head.

Your bra has a little pink bow right at the centre, but the lining is black. He's hard already. "This just for me?" he asks.

"Uh, kind of," you're smiling a little through the words. "Wear stuff like this normally anyway though. It's soft, see." You, ever so innocent, bring his hand up to feel the band under your arm, just before the cup.

"It is. You're beautiful, though. Don't need this thing." His hands slide back to the clasp. "Can I?"

You breathe out a "yeah."

Not long after he's between your legs and similarly in a state of undress, his tongue flicking at your clit, just one finger working your pulpy walls open but it has you keening.

Your skin is balmy, hands resting on your ribs as you watch him over your rising and falling chest. "Can you cum for me, pretty girl? It'll be easier if you cum first," he says, "if you want to do that part today." He pauses and you whine.

"Yes, please. P-please, Eddie, don't stop." Your hands find his hair, scratching at his scalp. Your back arches up as he adds another finger, cooing at your little sounds of pleasure.

"Such a good girl, gonna give it to me now, yeah?" He sucks harsh on the bead of your clit, tongue pressed flat against it inside his mouth.

"Yes, Eddie, I-ah!" You moan, high in the back of your throat, breaths heavy and quick. Your legs shudder, closing on his head, and he laughs into your cunt, pushing one thigh back out with his free hand.

"Fuck, babydoll, there you are. That's it," he praises as he lays off your clit when you squeal, still gently stroking his fingers up, up, up inside your fluttering walls.

You clasp his cheeks between your hands, bring him up to your face. You're still a little breathless when you ask for a kiss. He happily gives it to you.

Against his lips you plead "Eddie, I want you inside, please. 'M ready now, promise."

He's scooping you up then, both arms steady around your back, and puts you in his lap. Your legs are spread over his, though he's still in his boxers and you tug at the band.

"Off, please."

"So needy. Who knew my shy girl had it in her, hmm?" You do your best to hover over him on shakey legs as he shuffles the boxers off, wiggles them down his legs.

"You ok to be on top? Want you to go at your own pace," he says, hands firm on your waist. You nod at him, baby hairs stuck to your wet forehead.

His eyes are soft, caring, something akin to adoration glimmering in them. "It's probably gonna hurt a little, okay, but not for long. You want to stop at all and we stop, okay? Don't try keep going, even for me."

You press your fingers into the back of his neck, interlocked. "I trust you, Eddie." You rest on his shoulder, suckle at his neck. You love the little purple hues left behind.

You go to move, hesitate. "Can you-I'm not sure how to..."

"Sh, it's okay, I'll talk you through it. Just sit up on your knees for a sec, okay." He takes one hand off your waist, lines himself up. Feeling his head swipe up and down your slit has your knees already buckling. His grip on your flesh tightens.

"Ok. Now, slowly, sit down and take whatever you can. Doing so good for me." He kisses your cheek.

You look down and watch as you lower yourself, knees a little creaky. The second his tip breaches your entrance you yelp, a sharp pinch that had you squeezing your eyes shut.

"You're okay, breathe for me, gorgeous," Eddie says, both hands now on your hips, holding you steady. You heave a breath, sink down more and more.

You relax as the full feeling of Eddie being inside you takes over. He feels heavy inside you, not too thick but enough that your walls can pleasantly squeeze around him.

He's groaning the whole time, lips on your temple murmuring praises into the skin. The second you're fully seated you both gasp, the stretch and depth of him becoming comfortable inside you.

"Shit, you feel perfect inside. So soft and warm." He lets out little grunts, trying to stay as still as he can. You rock your hips forward, clit catching his pubic bone.

"Ah, Eddie! Fuck. So deep." You keep up the rocking, little moans at the beginning of each breath. Eddie's mouth drinks them down.

You stop for a second, walls clenching tight around him. "Is-does it feel ok for you?"

"Yeah, it's better than I could ever even imagine, babe." He brushes hair off your forehead. You wanna try something else?" He moves his hands to your back, slides down to hold the back of your thighs. "Try bounce a little, okay?"

You do as you're told, the drag of his cock along your walls is heavenly. He hisses between his teeth. "Shit, that's it, that's really fucking good, babe."

You lean back on your knees for better leverage and suddenly he's hitting your sweet spot every single time. You nearly scream, clamping a hand over your mouth. Eddie is quick to hold your wrist.

"Nuh uh, lovely girl, want you to make some of those wicked little sounds for me, yeah?" He places two fingers on your clit, pressing down and rubbing quick.

"Oh, Eddie, I think I'm gonna—oh fuck!" You bounce down hard and heavy on his cock as you cum, grip like a vice around him. He laughs underneath you, a sound of pure joy. "Shit, that's fucking insane," he pants.

You nearly slump forward on him but he pushes you back instead, guiding you to lay down. He pulls out slow as you whimper, using your wetness to pump himself hard and fast. "Where'd you want me, pretty?"

Looking up at him with doe eyes you draw circles on your tummy with your fingertip. "Here, Eds, cum for me right here please?"

His eyes screw shut. "Ah-shit." It feels warm and wet on your stomach. You press a fingertip into the hot spurts, bring it to your tongue. Your eyes flutter shut and Eddie groans.

"You're full of surprises, y'know that." He collapses beside you, pulling you in close. "Beautiful, beautiful girl."

"Can I? Be your girl?" you ask, fingertips dancing up his arm.

"Course you can." He whispers into the shell of your ear "My wicked, shy girl."

Sorry that was LONGGGG but I hope u enjoy.

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Mugs

warnings/ SMUT with like a smidge of plot (they bought a house yay lol idk how or why but it fits the plot), reader is kind of a flustered mess when she gets worked up but who isn't for eddie? kind of domestic fluff but for like a second

pairing/ eddiemunsonxfem!reader established relationship

summary/ y/n and eddie make use of their newfound independence

not proof read cause i gotta go rinse out my hair dye oops :)

The mugs on the high shelf are tantalising, just out of reach. You grab a chair, slide it over the linoleum to the edge of the counter and step one foot on.

"Not today, missy," Eddie orders as he sets down the box he was bringing in. You yelp and stumble back, grabbing at air. A large hand on your shoulder steadies you.

Eddie steps over and grabs the mugs, bringing them both down and setting them on the counter. "I coulda done it if you hadn't spooked me," you say, a little annoyed.

"Spooked, she says. Spooked! Performing protective boyfriend duties does not count as spooking." He wraps his arms around your waist, nose nuzzled into where your shoulder and neck meet.

"New perfume?" he asks. "Eddie I'm gross right now from lifting boxes. What kind of whacky perfumes are are you using?" You laugh.

"The wrong ones, apparently." His nose moves up your neck, just below your ear. "You smell good," he says into your skin.

Eddie didn't smell bad either, his own heady scent unmasked by his normal cologne. You leaned your head back, resting on his shoulder, breathed in.

"You stink." You say, and a sudden assault of tickles has you gasping. "Take that back or you're a goner."

"Eddieeee!" you squeal. "S'too much."

"I've heard that one before," he quips. You push at his chest.

"You're insatiable, Eds. We have a house and you're still acting like a horny teenager."

He's smoothing his palms up and down your sides, enjoying the curvature of your hips, the little hitches in your breath as he gets closer to the wire of your bra.

"We do have a house." He's smiling, a huge, love-drunk thing that creeps its way onto your own lips too. "Our own house. So I can do this."

His lips meet your shoulder, suckling.

"Or this."

His hand moves to the nape of your neck, tugging the hair until you gasp.

"And this."

His mouth is on yours, a deep, dizzying kiss. Your palms move to the skin just above his waistband, feeding on the warmth there. It's grounding.

His hands move down, down until he's cupping the backs of your thighs. You get the message and jump up, wrapping your legs tightly around him.

He stops kissing you and peeks over your shoulder as he walks you to the table, scared to trip on boxes. You take the opportunity to suck lazily at his neck, leaving lovely little purple blotches behind.

He rests you on the table and at the same time you grind your hips into him, making his knees buckle. He groans, then huffs a laugh. "Oh, you're in for it now."

His fingers are quick to slip under the hem of your top, lifting it off of you in a smooth movement. You unclip your bra, pulling it off.

Then, the teasing really starts. Slowly Eddie's fingertips trace your collar bones, your shoulders, the base of your neck. He leans down, close enough to kiss if he would just let you but he holds your head down with gentle fingers in your hair. You whine.

"Sh, sh, sh. Let me love you for a second," he says. His voice is low, concentrating.

The flat of his tongue presses to one of your nipples and it has you keening, arching your back. Your hands are balled into fists at your sides, not daring to touch him yet. You think the feel of his skin under yours might make you explode.

His teeth graze the most sensitive part of your breast and it makes your shiver, a quick, shakey movement that makes you both laugh.

"Oh, you like that? Hmm," he drawls. Your eyes are glazed over, each response a hum or moan or whine.

Slowly and gently he digs his teeth a little deeper into the area, just below your nipple, and you are gasping for air. He does the same to the other breast and you moan out, louder than usual.

"That's a new one." He says, gazing at you with pure love. The ache in your abdomen is deep and spreading fast.

"Please, Eddie, need you now," you whine, leaning up to grab at his belt. He kisses your forehead and you can feel his smile. "Okay, that's enough teasing for you today."

Your hands shake as you fumble with the buckle. He takes your wrists, brings them to his lips and kisses the pulse point on each. "Here, let me," he says, giving back your hands and removing his own belt. You take your own underwear off, spreading your legs wide for him.

"That's my good girl," he groans as he slides two fingers up and down where the wetness has pooled. Your walls are fluttering already. "All this for me?" he says.

"Always." Your voice is high, airy.

"Fuck, you're just perfect, aren't you. Ready?" he asks, never one to begin without the go-ahead.

"Yes, please, want you inside now." He holds your hand as he pushes in. You moan at the feeling of the tip barely dragging against your slick walls.

"Shit, babe, relax a little for me, yeah? You're really tense." His face is scrunched, muscles tense with restraint but he'd rather wait til you relax than risk hurting you.

He keeps just the head in as you calm down. He leans over you, nose to nose as he runs his thumbs soothingly into your temples. The gentle circles loosen your muscles and you become comfortably heavy underneath him. Your breaths are still quick.

"You wanna stop?" he asks, staying ever so still. You shake your head. "Okay, just breathe a little with me babe," he says, drawing in a slow, steady breath. You mirror it until you're back to a regular pace. Eddie stays there, just looking at your face. You see his eyes tracing your hairline, your eyes, the curve of your nose, your lips.

"Y'can move now, Eds," you say.

He pushes in and you both groan, the full feeling brings tears to your eyes like always, and Eddie wipes them away with his thumb, like always.

He builds up the pace til you gasp, hands flying to trace up his abdomen. "Just like that, Eds, please don't stop," you moan.

"Of course not, babe. Just getting started." He's smiling sickly again, that grin that burns into you.

"Eddie, will you play with me, please?" He groans at the sound of your sweet voice. Your face is scrunched up in pleasure, already so close, and when he presses on your clit the way he knows you love you're already cumming.

"Y' look so pretty like that," he hums out, slowing his movements. He likes to watch as your face scrunches, little sounds squeaking out that you just can't help.

You're dizzy and exhausted and overwhelmed by love, but still you move to sit up. Confused, he pulls out and you stand on wobbly legs, pushing him back onto a kitchen chair.

He's beaming as you sit down on him, puffy lips and gummy walls all around him and he cannot get enough. He accidentally bucks his hips up and you're reeling, voice breaking in a moan.

"Fuck, you're so soft, so warm. Can feel me all the way up here, can't ya?" He presses his palm into your abdomen and you squeal. "Ah-it-it's so good Eds."

He takes your hands and drags them up around the back of his neck, your elbows resting steady on his shoulders. He then takes your hips, guiding you up and down with the soft flesh.

"There we go, that's better, yeah. Let me do the work. You're so good, beautiful girl." He turns his face to the side, kisses your neck tenderly. "I really fucking love you, you know that? You're everything, babe."

You sniffle, lean back to look at him. "I love you too, Eddie. Love this." You glance around the room, the little home you're making together. He pecks all over your face, so hard you have to close your eyes, seeing a little galaxy where he kissed so harsh on your eyelids.

With a renewed energy you plant your feet on the ground, using the leverage to bounce up and down on him, fast and hard how he likes it.

"Oh, fucking hell, babe, you're gonna make me cum like that," he groans. You're smirking devilishly, intentionally clenching around him on every pull upwards and he is the mess now, skin balmy and voice thick as he moans and groans.

"Yeah, Eddie? Please, I want you inside me," you whisper. Feeling cheeky, you lick up the shell of his ear, then nibble the lobe a little harsher than you should. Just like that Eddie is moaning under you, hands tight on your hips. He presses his forehead to your sternum, breathing heavy as you slow.

You sit back down on him as he softens, not wanting him to leave just yet, resting your heads on each others' shoulders. He was right about having your own house—it's blissfully silent when you want it to be, or obscenely loud when you want it to be.

Then you remember the neighbours and giggle.

"What?" he says.

"Nothing. I'm just happy."

"Me too." He rubs his palms up and down your back.

"Eddie?"

He hums.

"Thanks for the mugs."

His chuckle makes the chair squeak.

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just feel

warnings/smut! oral fem!receiving, little bit of fluff and angst, mentions of antidepressants (not me projecting again oop)

pairing/ eddiemunsonxfem!reader, friends to lovers

summary/ y/n cant orgasm because of her medication—Eddie wants to change that

"No, Eddie, I can't." You huff, crossing your arms over your chest and pushing back into the sofa cushions. For a trailer, the furniture is quite comfy; it smells like him.

How did you end up here? Your hands came to your cheeks. They were hot.

"Have you ever managed to?" His voice is slow, measured, an enormous effort in restraining his curiosity in favour of your comfort.

"Sometimes." Your eyes cast down to where you pick at your nails. "On my own, though."

"Ah," he seems to ponder, "on your own."

"Yup." You blow air through closed lips. It tickles a little. Eddie shuffles closer.

"Look, y/n, I don't wanna be weird or anything, but I could try to," he asks. "If you want."

Where did that come from?

You're scared, now. Scared that it won't work. Scared that it will and something will shift between you. Scared that something already has.

He senses your apprehension. "Shit, I'm so sorry. Forget I said anything. How about we watch that new vid-"

"No, Ed's, I- I do want to but I just..."

His hands find yours, his palms warm, his fingers gentle. You relax a little.

"Hey." His eyes are soft. "You can tell me."

He rubs his hands up your forearms, back down again, hypnotising.

"I don't want you to be disappointed if I can't...you know." You flip your hands, holding his steady. "It's just those stupid meds I'm on..."

"I could never be disappointed in you." His voice is sure, steadying.

"You wanna just try and see how it feels, that's fine. If you don't want to do anything, that's more than okay too." He smiles sweetly. Your chest aches.

You nod. The clatter of his rings on the coffee table is deafening.

And that's how you find yourself here.

Your chest is now heaving, fingers wound through Eddie's curls; the other hand holding his tightly.

"C'mon, sweet girl," he coaxes, painting his words with his actions as he curls his fingers up and up and up. Your gasps are wet, every other breath a hiccuped sound. His tongue soothes over your clit and it has you keening.

"I can't, Ed's," you whine. He shushes you gently, bringing his thumb to press on your clit, replacing his tongue for a second. The sound you make gets him even harder than he already is. "See," he says with a smirk, "you can."

"Eddie I don't – I can't do-" He squeezes your hand three times. "Sh, sh, sh. It's okay. Just feel. It's nice isn't it?"

Your "mhmm" is high in the back of your throat. He groans.

He shuffles up the bed, his hand still playing with you, and he cannot help the overwhelming fondness that takes over when he sees your face—adorably creased, like you can't believe what's happening but you don't want it to stop.

He looks at your lips. "Can I?"

You lean into him so quick that it makes him laugh against you, and so you smile too. Your noses smush together.

"Hold on sweet girl," he chuckles, "I can't kiss you properly if you're smiling like that." You go to respond with something cheeky but he moves his fingers a little deeper, intentionally, and cuts you off.

"Fuck, y/n, you're so warm. So wet for me."

You whine again. Instead he begins kissing your neck, lazily sucking a dark mark into the skin below your ear. You suck in a deep breath, remember what he said. Just feel.

You're warm and wet and everything feels so good, the drag of his fingers against your walls is mind numbing. Eddie's little grunts and groans when you make sounds are absolutely sickening. You want to make him make more.

At the thought of this you're gasping, hips bucking gently into his hand. "Eddie, I think I'm gonna-" Your eyes clamp shut. He helps you, deepening or slowing his movements as you need, matching the pace of your hips.

"Theeeere we go, that's it," he coos, "good fucking girl."

"Oh my God, Eddie, fuck I- Ah!" Your legs start to shake as it comes over you, feeling it deep in your core. Your abs clench at the force of your orgasm.

He kisses your neck, nibbles your ear, soothes the bruises he had made with his tongue. You're huffing and gasping as you come down.

He pulls his fingers out slowly and you clench your thighs, still sensitive down there. You look at each other and promptly burst out laughing.

His hand is soaked.

"Oh, that was so good," you sigh. His hand rests on your stomach. He traces little stars. "Yeah, it was. Wicked girl," he chimes, "I knew you had it in you."

You can feel his erection pressed into your thigh, but he doesn't look at you with lust. He's simply enamoured.

"You did so good", he whispers into your temple, kisses the baby hairs there. "You wanna go get cleaned up?"

"But Ed's you have-" you lean up on your elbows, a little shakey.

"I am just fine." He grabs your bicep, coaxes you to lay down. "If I am gonna do anything it will be making sure you do that again."

You giggle at him, cheeks a bit rosy. The fog starts to clear. "Oh God, I wasn't too loud, was I?" Your fingers press over your lips.

"The loudest. And you better keep it that way for next time." He catches himself. "If you want a next time."

"As long as there is another next time after that one."

His curls bounce as he nods furiously. You kiss the smile off his face.

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