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lavendermunson · 2 months

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SWEETEST BOY IN TOWNN ): he has the key to our hearts forever! 🥺

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 — squirting

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: shy!reader (not "innocent" or inexperienced, just a little more reserved). penetrative sex.

Chrissy didn't know what she was doing.

It was an innocent question — as innocent as the questions being raised could be, that night. The conversation had quickly descended into more risqué subjects after Steve had gotten a little too tipsy and started complaining about his lack of luck on his latest escapades.

Nothing out of the ordinary, really. You were all used to talking about sex in one way or another. Eddie was famously loud about it, always having a story to tell, his or otherwise. Stories that made you imagine yourself on the receiving end of, guiltily wanting your friend to do those same things he was describing to you.

You kept those fantasies to yourself, though. Not wanting to be teased by the girls, maybe even worse, have them try to set you up with him. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if Eddie ever rejected you, or dated you out of pity. There was no scenario where this would work in your mind, no "you and Eddie", just you and your thoughts of him, where he would never hurt you, where all he did was make you feel good, imagining it his hands on your body, roaming until they found that place between your legs, instead of your own.

That night, it was no different. After Steve started the conversation, there was no stopping it. You often listened more than talked — not due to lack of experience, you were just a little too shy to share too much, even among close friends — but when the talk switched to Robin commenting about making her girlfriend squirt, you slipped.

"Good for her."

Your reply may have sounded a little more bitter than you'd anticipated, because, one by one, all of your friends looked at you. Maybe it was the scoff that has left your mouth, maybe it was the alcohol that had loosened your tongue.

"What was that?" Nancy asked, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow at you.

"Yeah. What was that?" This time, it was Eddie who repeated her question. He sat on the opposite couch with his legs spread, tight black jeans stretching on his lean legs, making you wish you sat between them. You avoided his eyes.

"Nothing. I mean…", you signed, already regretting having said anything, "it's good! Good for her. Robin is good to her, that's a good thing."

You cringed even before you could finish all those convoluted sentences.

"Honey, have you ever… you know," Chrissy asked from her place on the floor, sitting as delicate as a fairy. "squirted?"

"No." You said, simply. Scared to run your mouth even more. "It's not a big deal. Doesn't happen to everybody."

"Have you tried?" Steve asked from behind his beer. He got a myriad of answers ranging from "that's not how It works, dingus!" from Robin, "it's not a matter of trying" from Nancy and "don't ask that, dude" from Eddie.

"I don't even know where to start, Steve. And before anyone asks, yes, I have cum from sex. Just not… like that."

You wanted to crawl into the nearest hole. It was even worse when you could feel Eddie's eyes on you, like he could see right through you. He tilted his head, and you weren't able to handle the kindness in his brown eyes. You looked away.

Your friends' opinions diverged again, making questions and trying to get you to speak, but you couldn't deal with their scrutiny anymore.

"C'mon, guys. It's fine! Can we change the subject, please?" You tried to swerve them. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. Maybe I'm just broken like that."

They shrugged. You shrugged. They moved on — but Eddie's eyes stayed on you for the rest of the night.

You're on Eddie's passenger seat, right in front of your apartment building, later that night when he brings the subject up again.

"I don't think you're broken."

The two of you had spent the entire ride silent, which was odd since Eddie was the chatterbox between the two of you, always filling the gaps with anything that would cross his mind. Neither that, nor his music filled the silence between you.

"What?" You looked at him, still not believing what you'd heard.

"You said that maybe you were broken like that. That's not true, you're… you're perfect."

That feeling of wanting to hide came back tenfold, making your eyes fill with tears. "Eddie, forget about it, please."

"Hey," he brought your gaze back to him with a finger to your chin, delicately turning your head. "I meant what I said. You're perfect, it's just that no one's taken the time to treat you right. It takes patience, from both sides."

"Yeah, and?"

"I was thinking that maybe I could change that. If you'd let me."

One thing you'd always admired about Eddie was his strength of conviction. He never said anything he didn't believe in, and backed it all up. His voice never faltered, he doesn't shy away from speaking his mind — and you hated that you were forcing yourself to disbelieve him.

"Eddie…"

"Look at me." He pleaded, and in spite of your concerns, you did as he told. His eyes bore into your with a sincerity that was so painfully him. "You can say no. I'll go home and we'll forget about everything I just said. But, sweetheart… I'm dying to prove you wrong."

Eventually, he did.

After you'd gotten up the stairs to your floor kissing and tugging at each other's clothes, letting Eddie's tongue taste yours over and over, stopping to let yourself be cornered against the wall by him. Getting lost in the feeling of his solid body against yours, the smell of him — a strong, masculine perfume, cigarettes and beer — making you dizzy, his lips on your neck making you even dizzier.

After he took your clothes off halfway down your living room, reverencing your body with his rough hands, kneeling between your feet in the middle of your halfway. He made you cum for the first time that night with his mouth, kissing your pussy the way he kissed your mouth, sucking on your clit the same way he sucked on your tongue. You came as you pulled his hair, his strong arms around your hips preventing you from falling.

After he guided you to your bed, still craving a taste of you. Hands not knowing where to sit still while he pulled another orgasm from you, his fingers deep within you, curling and stroking your walls, his mouth still not leaving your clit. Your ears buzzed with the force of your climax, not being able to hear Eddie's praise. "That's my girl," he said, head resting on the plush of your thigh, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, "doing such a good job, but I'm not done with you yet."

After he made your eyes blur with pleasure when you finally entered you, rubbing the head of his cock on your sensitive bundle of nerves, once, twice, three times before putting it in, slowly bottoming out. Leaving kisses all over your face, shining with sweat. You didn't think you could take it, curling your toes and hugging his narrow hips with your spread legs, feeling each thrust with a tenderness you never did before.

After he filled and stretched you to the brim, pulling out only to push it all in again. Uttering against your skin, broken whimpers, your name on his lips like a prayer. You were beyond the point of forming words, kissing him to stop yourself from screaming. You could feel yourself dripping down your pussy, and into the sheets, soaking Eddie's cock.

After he pulled your thigh higher up his waist, and stood on his knees, pounding into you with measured speed. He hit your spot over, and over, and over — you grabbed the sheets with both hands, repeating his name like a broken record, music to his ears.

"Yeah? That feels good, baby? Am I making you feel good?" Eddie looked like a god above you. Wild hair down to his shoulders, pale skin slick with sweat, eyes drilled on you. You made the mistake of looking down to where your bodies met, watching his thick cock drenched with your juices, going in and out of you. His pubic hair, also matted with your wetness, creating a delicious friction against your clit. "Tell me. Who's making you feel this good?"

"You, Eddie." You whimpered. "You, you, you. Always you."

"That's right, baby. That's" a hard thrust, "fucking," a a squeeze of your thigh, "right."

You felt your orgasm approach with a deep pressure on your navel, building and building until you couldn't keep It down anymore. You let yourself go, the ringing in your ears louder and cleared, cumming with Eddie's name on your lips.

That's when you felt it. You were limp in your bed, with Eddie above you. You'd felt him cum too, dropping his weight above you, but still keeping himself steady by his elbows. but everything was distant, like it was happening in a dream. Slowly, you came back to yourself — to Eddie, gently coaxing you with sweet words, and to the warm wetness coating your thighs, your ass, and Eddie's lower half.

"Did I…?"

"Fuck yeah, you did." His boyish smile, so different from the confident smirk you saw not moments ago, made you smile too, weakly and still a little embarrassed, but too satisfied to care.

"Happy now?"

"Only when you do it again."

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lavendermunson · 2 months

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If you receive this, you make somebody happy! send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! <333 (No pressure, tho!)

SWEETIEEEE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 💞💞 you make me so happy i appreciate you!!

#꒰ leia's ask ㅤ꒱#cordy ♡

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"I love you." You cry out as he begins thrusting harder, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Your back arches, pressing your breasts flush against his chest.

His stomach presses against your own, touching where the soft swell of your tummy pushes out just a bit more than usual. Letting go of one of your hands, he guides it between your bodies to rub at your clit. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, cupping your jaw. "Love you more sweet girl, fuck you're doin' so good for me."

I THOUGHT THAT PART WAS GOING TO FINISH ME BUT THEN THE ENDING MADE MY JAW DROP

"I'll always come back to you... both of you."

TELL ME HE COMES BACK. I CANT

as long as you’re mine - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight…

i need help believing, you’re with me tonight…

warnings: mentions of the upside down, established relationship, reader is the same age as eddie (she graduated when he didn’t), soft!dom eddie, oral (fem receiving), unprotected piv sex, cream pie

big big thank you to my baby gurl @strangerstilinski for helping me fix some stuff in this fic. and for being a lovely beta ilysm 💖

based on as long as you’re mine from wicked

word count: 2.6k

divider credit: @saradika-graphics

Your breath is coming out in short pants, Eddie’s groans mixing with your soft whines as he hovers above you. He’s lying between your hips, his own rocking into yours at a soft and languid pace. Fingers laced together above your head, the scratchy material of the RV’s sofa rubbing against your bare skin.

The feeling is keeping you grounded, knowing you’re here with him. That even just for a moment that it’s just the two of you, that you’re safe. Despite knowing what horrors await you on the other side of that gate.

The rest of the gang had left you two alone in the RV while they finished getting their supplies in order. Steve gave Eddie a knowing look as he led the others as far away from the vehicle as possible. Eddie flipped him the bird, mumbling under his breath as he shut and locked the flimsy door behind him.

His chestnut hues meet yours, the emotion behind them making that lump in your throat return. You all knew how this night could end, which was why Eddie had convinced Steve to let you two have some time alone. In case things ended … badly.

Before you have time to utter a word his hands are on you, pulling you flush against his chest. Lips pressing into yours with a fierceness and urgency you’ve never experienced from him before. Your fingers tangling in his messy curls, kissing him back with just as much force. “Need you sweetheart, need to show you how much you mean to me.” He mumbles against your mouth, his lips now trailing along your jaw as he hands work to unbutton your jeans.

“In case…” He pauses, burying his face further into your neck to take in the sweet scent of your perfume. Burning it into his memory, “In case I don’t—”

You’re quick to shush him, coaxing his head back up to look at you once more. Cupping his cheeks in your hands, his stubble tickling your palms. “Just be here with me, please?” You plead, his eyes softening as he captures your mouth once more.

Eddie only breaks apart from you to drop to his knees in front of you. His eyes roaming your figure as he tugs down your jeans, lips making contact with your thighs. The brunette presses soft kisses to your plush skin, as he helps you step out of the denim.

His calloused fingers now reach for the waistband of your panties, glancing up at you once more. “I love you.” His voice shakes as he pulls the cotton down over the swell of your ass, the fabric pooling at your feet. Lightly kicking them to the side as he rises to his full height again.

“I love you,” You answer as you reach out for him, carefully slipping the green hunters vest and his leather jacket over his shoulders. Leaving him in his now dirty and wrinkled hellfire shirt, the sight of it reminding you of how much things had changed in the last week.

How both your worlds were turned upside down, literally and figuratively. How the main concern you once had was making sure your boyfriend graduated, and now he was wanted for murder. On top of the fact that there was a supernatural creature of some sort that wanted to tear your world apart.

To say it had been a rough week was the complete understatement of the century. Eddie must have seen the far off look in your eyes, his rough palms now cupping your cheeks. Bringing you back to him, “Hey, stay here with me angel.”

Your hands easily become busy with undressing him again, giggling as his shirt gets stuck. His curls a wild mess as you finally get the material over his head. His signature dimple makes an appearance as he grins down at you, “I’ll never get tired of that sound.”

Your fingertips trail down his stomach, brushing through the hair below his navel before reaching his belt buckle. “Why do you always have so many layers on?” You tease, pulling down the zipper of his jeans.

Your boyfriend playfully rolls his eyes at you, gripping the hem of his t-shirt that was adorning your frame and pulling it over your head. Leaving you in just your bra, your body shifting shyly under his darkening gaze. You aid him in tugging down his jeans, the black denim joining the pile of your clothes.

Eddie carefully spins you around, pressing sweet kisses to your shoulder as he unclasps your bra. Letting the material slip down your body, his boxers now the last thing to go.

He begins to guide you to the back of the RV, lifting you off your feet to take you the rest of the short distance. A small squeal of surprise leaving your lips, as a deep chuckle escapes his own. “Lay back for me sweetheart.” He hums, gently setting you on your feet before you make your way onto the small sofa.

The male groans as you lay back, his eyes taking in every inch of your skin as if he was seeing it for the first time. Eddie kneels on the sofa, lifting one of your legs. Soft kisses being pressed to your tender skin, his teeth gently nipping at your thighs before he’s resting his face in between them.

He’s eager but gentle with his tongue, exploring you in a way he hasn’t done before. Like it might be the last time he gets to have you, the thought making tears well in your eyes. Quickly wiping any trace of them from your cheeks, grateful he was a little too preoccupied to notice.

Pushing past your emotions you open yourself up more to him, the male now lifting both your legs over his shoulders. Your fingers tangle in those curls that you love so much, your body reacting his actions almost immediately.

Delicate whines leave your pouted lips, as his tongue dips inside you. Lapping up everything you’re giving him, his nose nudges against your clit as he devours you. His large hands grip your hips tightly, to keep you from squirming too much beneath him.

Barely a minute passes with Eddie swirling his tongue around your swollen bud, when he lets out a deep moan. The rumble of it vibrates deliciously against your core, causing your legs to tremble around his head. Despite his desire to savor you, to take things slow, it seems your body has other plans.

“Eddie…” You whimper, glancing down to meet his hooded eyes. The male grinning wickedly as he slips two fingers inside your warm heat, curling them up to hit that spot inside you that has you crying out. Finding yourself falling over that precipice, your boyfriend waiting to catch you.

Working you through your high until you begin tugging harshly on his curls. “Baby… come here, please.” Your voice shakes, mewling softly as Eddie slowly makes his way back up your body. His lips press against the dip of your hips, the valley of your breasts until he reaches your jaw.

His teeth nipping lightly before he’s pressing his lips to yours. You can taste a mixture of yourself and tobacco on his tongue, the familiarity making you feel more desperate for him. One of your hands slips between your bodies, grasping his cock in your warm palm. Eddie whines as you slowly stroke his shaft, preparing to return the favor.

But he stops you, removing your hand and lifting it, his lips brushing against your knuckles. “Need to be inside you sweetheart.” Eddie replaces your hand with his own, rubbing the tip of his cock through your soaked folds. Pulling another whimper from you as it catches on your sensitive nub, a small smirk of satisfaction crossing his features.

“Always sound so pretty for me, baby.” He slowly pushes the head of his cock inside your awaiting heat, your walls eagerly sucking him in. “Fuck.” He hisses, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he fully sheathes himself inside you.

Burying himself at your deepest point, his breathing becomes heavier as you tighten around him. The brunette eagerly laces his fingers with yours, pinning them above your head. Eddie starts slow, gingerly rocking his hips into yours.

He doesn’t want to miss a single breathy moan or flutter of your lashes. The weight of his gaze is unwavering as he tries to catch each and every small expression of pleasure that crosses your face. To sear it into his memory, in case he doesn’t have this opportunity again.

Your eyes are already glazed over, fighting to keep them open as you feel every vein and curve of his cock caressing your inner walls. When they slip shut for too long you feel his lips at your ear, his curls tickling your cheek, “Eyes on me beautiful.”

His pace begins to pick up as you focus on him once more, the sounds of your bodies molding together filling the small RV. Eddie’s cheeks are flushed, his bangs sticking to his forehead due to the exertion of his thrusts. He looks more carefree and beautiful than ever, your bottom lip trembling as tears blur your vision. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe.”

Lifting your head up you lock your lips together, tears spilling down your cheeks. The salty taste lingering in your mouth as Eddie begins kissing them away, his hot breath fanning over your face. “I love you.” You cry out as he begins thrusting harder, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Your back arches, pressing your breasts flush against his chest.

His stomach presses against your own, touching where the soft swell of your tummy pushes out just a bit more than usual. Letting go of one of your hands, he guides it between your bodies to rub at your clit. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, cupping your jaw. “Love you more sweet girl, fuck you’re doin’ so good for me.”

Eddie moans deeply as you begin clenching harder around him, his other hand moving to grip underneath your knee. Hooking your leg up over his hip, the new angle allows him to go even deeper. Your head falls back against the sofa, grabbing onto his shoulder to pull him even closer to you.

Burying his face in your neck, as you feel his cock twitching inside you. Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm crashes over you, feeling his body trembling above you as he fills you to the brim with his cum. But he doesn’t stop, letting you both ride out your highs before he eventually succumbs to exhaustion.

Your eyes flutter open, gazing up at the faux wood ceiling of the RV as you tenderly caress his sweaty curls. You welcome his full weight on top of you as he attempts to catch his breath. A reminder that you're still together, at least for the moment.

You whine when you feel his softened length slip out of you, the brunette chuckling as he presses a kiss to your forehead. Flipping you around to drape you over his chest, your legs tangled together. Your face is snuggled into the crook of his neck, fingertips dancing along his skin as you soak in your post orgasmic bliss.

“I want you to have this.” His voice breaks through the silence, your fingers still from where you had just been tracing the ink on his chest. Glancing up at him with a confused expression, as he slips the single ring off of his left hand. He lifts your own, attempting to slip the ring onto your finger.

A small giggle leaves you as it nearly falls off, “Is this your way of proposing to me Munson?” Eddie merely chuckles, before beginning to unhook the necklace from around his neck. His tongue poking out from between his lips as he struggles to unclasp it.

He slips the ring onto the chain once he manages to get it undone, the metal feels cool against your warm skin. A shiver passing through you as he clasps it around your neck. The ring and guitar pic now resting between your breasts, “It’s my way of keeping a part of me with you.”

You immediately lift yourself to press your lips together again, kissing him as if he was your only source of air. Neither of you were quite ready to face the reality that awaited you outside that door. Now resting your head back on his chest, his steady heartbeat in your ear keeps you calm.

The comfortable silence doesn’t last nearly as long as either of you had hoped for. A banging on the trailer door causes you to jump, snapping both of you out of your peaceful cocoon. Eddie groans as Steve’s voice sounds through the door, resting his forehead against yours.

“Alright, love birds! Time’s up!” You unwillingly untangle yourselves from each other, a flurry of clothes and longing glances as you get dressed. Finding yourself returning to the back sofa as Eddie unlocks the door, feeling that pit in your stomach return once more.

It was time.

You were sitting between Robin and Eddie on that same sofa only half an hour later. Your hand clutched tightly in his own, a makeshift spear rested in his other hand. While his eyes were glancing out the back window, your own were focused on his face. Committing each and every detail you could to memory, from the freckles that dotted his cheeks to the stubble along his jaw.

His cheeks are rosy once he realizes you’ve been staring, leaning over to press a kiss to your head. The RV shifts and creaks each time it hits a bump, an somber silence filling the air. The unknown of what you’re all about to do leaves no room for the usual banter between friends.

The closer you got to Forest Hills trailer park, the more the knot in your stomach grew. It was your job to guard the gate from Hawkins, to help pull them out if needed. While the rest of them risked their lives in the upside down, it didn’t seem fair. But Eddie had insisted on it, the rest of the group agreeing much to your dismay. Feeling the RV come to a stop you let out a shaky breath, Eddie keeping a hand on the small of your back to guide you outside. The moon shines brightly overhead, casting an eerie glow on his trailer.

You’re the last person inside, quickly locking the door behind you. Grabbing a hold of Eddie’s arm, and watching as Steve, Nancy and Robin begin climbing the rope. Disappearing through the gate, as Dustin soon followed suit. The group waved to you from both the other side, knowing it was Eddie’s turn to join them.

The lump in your throat has only grown as your boyfriend presses a light kiss to your forehead. Pulling you into his arms, your nails digging into the green vest covering his back. Your hands shaking as he attempts to untangle you from him.

“Please come back to us.”

“Us?” He questions, staring down at you with a furrowed brow. “Us.” You answer, gently grabbing his hand and placing it under your shirt and on your tummy. A look of recognition crosses across his features, that goofy smile you love breaking out across his lips. “I’ll always come back to you… both of you.” He bends down for a moment, pressing a sweet kiss to your belly. Before wrapping you up in his embrace once more, spinning you around.

“You promise?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, as Dustin’s voice rings through the gate and calls Eddie’s name. The brunette leans his forehead against yours, pressing a reassuringly firm kiss to your lips. Before he pulls away, stepping onto the mattress and grabbing onto the makeshift rope. The look in his eyes was one of reassurance, and determination.

“I promise.”

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thank you so much for reading! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💞

#꒰ㅤ leia's favorites ㅤ꒱#eddie ♡#mariah ♡#midnight read

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lavendermunson · 2 months

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I NEED THIS. I NEED THIS. SUMMER DREAM!!

"Somewhere in Northern Italy, 1983"

"Your father, by tradition, tends to host history and literature students working on their dissertations over the summer, in your Italian villa. This year, it's two of them."

A Steddie x reader Call Me By Your Name AU

#moodboard museum 𖧧 ָ࣪ ⠀#keeks ♡#steddie babies ♡

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lavendermunson · 2 months

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forever rooting for sensitive girls!!!!!! you have big hearts and a poet’s soul i love you

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lavendermunson · 2 months

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We’re fanfiction writers, of course:

We’re going to use song lyrics as titles.

We’re going to check for comments 30 seconds after we post something.

We’re going to have more WIPs than days of the week.

We’re going to use any excuse to post snippets.

We’re going to use ask box games to procrastinate.

We’re going to hype up our writer friends.

We’re going to scream, cry and throw up reading our friends’ work.

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lavendermunson · 2 months

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links for reference;

eddie VHS tapes

eddie thirst traps

autumn with eddie

#thirst trap #🤭

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lavendermunson · 2 months

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AWESOME i need him SO BADLY!!!

I was wondering if you could do eddie with a hair pulling kink if you haven't already? It doesn't really matter if it's the reader or him getting their hair pulled, I just haven't seen much of it with him 😭

If you can't or don't want to, I completely understand. Have a good rest of your day/night <3

I can absolutely do that lovely!

18+ onlyyyyy oral f receiving, hair pulling, masturbation (m)

Steam fills the bathroom, fogging up the mirror as you step out of the shower. Wrapping your towel around your body, you wipe the wet fog from the reflective surface, taking a look at yourself. Almost like clockwork, having heard the water shut off, Eddie’s knocking on the bathroom door.

The knock is really only to give you a warning, because the door is swinging open before you can invite him in.

“Oh baby…” he says, instantly grabbing your waist and pulling you into him.

“Ed,” you giggle, partially amused and partially nervous. “Wayne is right in the living room,” you squirm in his grip, his lips eagerly mouthing at your neck.

“Nah, he just left. Goin’ to the bar with some guys from work,” Eddie murmurs, kissing up to your earlobe.

That explains his sudden clinginess.

“If I knew the fucker was gonna leave I would’ve just had you wait to shower. Could’ve been in there with you,” he huffs, palms gliding over your ass, squeezing a handful over the worn fabric of the towel.

You gasp, feeling his fingers hook under the towel to slide it off of you. The humid bathroom air hits your skin, body fully exposed to him. He drinks you in, dark eyes full of need as he leans in to press a kiss to your lips. He licks into your eager mouth, teeth clashing with yours as you whine for him.

“Eddie…” you sigh, eyes pleading up at him.

“Is it okay if I taste you?” he asks, testing the waters. This is your first time staying the night at his house, after all. He doesn’t want to move too fast.

You nod, so quickly it would be embarrassing if this were anyone other than Eddie. He smirks, pressing a few more soft kisses to your pretty mouth.

He starts to drop to his knees, then, letting his mouth leave kisses on your collarbone before stopping to pay special attention to your breasts. Sucking on each nipple one by one, he makes sure you’re riled up for him before going further. After what feels like an eternity and a millisecond all at once, his lips are kissing your thighs as his hands grip your hips. His big, gorgeous eyes look up at you as he takes a tentative lick to your cunt, his warm breath making you shiver.

You’re gripping the countertop so hard you’re sure it could crack, throwing your head back as you moan up to the ceiling. He’s skilled with his tongue, letting it glide through your folds to collect every bit of wetness that’s begun to pool there.

You bring one hand down, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging as his tongue plays with your clit. A loud groan escapes him, a sound you weren’t expecting, and he pauses his work to look fully up at you.

“Do that again,” he says, and his tone of voice is half-demanding half-begging.

You do as instructed, pulling on curly locks of hair as he buries his face in your cunt once more. A whimper leaves his throat, lips smacking as he devours you. You can feel his grip on you get tighter with one hand, and you watch as his other hand reaches down to palm at his cock beneath his pajama pants. You can’t tear your eyes away, cursing under your breath as you watch him.

Pulling his hair again, harder this time, you nearly laugh to yourself in delight when more strained noises leave him. His hand slips beneath his pants, fervently stroking his aching cock, painfully hard for you.

You’re reveling in the sight and the pleasure he’s bringing you, his lips sucking on your clit and nearly making you scream for him. Twisting his hair in your fist, you yank his head back, getting him to look at you. His pretty pink lips are wet with your arousal, cheeks flushed as he continues to stroke himself. Your nails lightly scratch at his scalp, his eyelids fluttering shut briefly.

“Such a good boy,” you hum with a smug smile.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, baby,” he murmurs, resuming his work to unravel you.

#꒰ㅤ leia's favorites ㅤ꒱#eddie ♡#leah ♡#midnight read

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lavendermunson · 2 months

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I would love prompt #1 with Steve Harrington! Pretty please 🫶🏻

Wrong Address

Valentines Celebration Prompt

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, language, miscommunication, instant connection

1. Three dozen roses have just been delivered to your door on accident, in attempts to find the sender and correct the mistake, you discover you might have just found your match.

word count: 1.5k

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While running late for work, the last thing you expect to do is nearly trip over three dozen roses sat outside your apartment door. Shock is what hits you first considering you couldn’t think of a single person who would be sending these to you. Especially today. Being late is no longer on your mind as you bend to grab the note sat perfectly in the center of the most gorgeous bouquet you have ever seen.

Robin,

I’ll always be your Valentine if you need one xoxo

Steve Harrington

Professor - University of Chicago

Realizing the flowers aren’t for you, sadness washes through you. Sighing you accept being late is just what’s going to happen today. Collecting all the flowers you walk to the phone on your wall and dial your work number. Lisa your boss is understanding when you say you won’t be in for a few hours and to take the day if you need. So with damaged pride and defeat, you hail a cab with enough roses to make you look crazy, and find yourself on the way to University of Chicago.

It takes twelve wrong turns and three employees to finally point you in the direction of Steve Harrington’s office. You prepare yourself for a balding middle aged man when you knock on the door but instead a young boy with dough eyes and fluffy hair surprises you. Confusion covers his face first as you give him a sheepish smile, a little bewildered because he was cute and you were holding three dozen roses outside his workspace.

“Sadly I’m not Robin, but I do appreciate the gesture” you say with a shrug that lifts the three bouquets in your arm. Realization finally paints his face as his looks at you.

“Shit, she is always yelling at me about not writing down her apartment number. I should have listened” he says, sultry voice wrapping around your heart and squeezing.

“It’ll be our secret, I promise I won’t tell” you say, lifting the flowers his way which he immediately moves to grab. The electric shock that vibrates through you due to his touch is surprising.

“A trustworthy stranger, my favorite kind” he says with a grin, red petals now tickling the bottom of his chin.

“I couldn’t just leave them, it’s Valentines Day after all. She’s a lucky girl” you offer and the boy is instantly shaking his head at your sentence.

“Oh, it’s not like that. She’s my best friend and she just got her ass dumped. I was just doing my part” he says quickly and the blush that covers your face surprises you both.

“I don’t know if that makes me like you more or intimidates me” you finally say, a rush of confidence spiking your heart rate.

“Maybe you’d like to decide over a cup of coffee?” he suggests and the smile that covers your face answers the question for you.

“I’d like that” you say and he nods, turning to dump the roses on top of his desk and quickly step out into the hallway with you as he shuts and locks his door.

“Thank you by the way. Not many people would’ve taken the time to find the correct owner” Steve says after a beat, wringing his hands together as you exit the building and step out onto campus.

“You’re welcome, kinda helped you signed it with your job title as well” you say with a chuckle and the realization that you know his name and he doesn’t know yours comes quickly.

“Shit I’m sorry, I should properly introduce myself. I’m Steve and you are?” his big eyes glance over into your own and you can’t stop the blush that covers your cheeks as you repeat your name back to him.

“What do you teach?” you ask after a moment and Steve smiles, his hand reaching up and running through his messy locks.

“Sports History” he says with a soft chuckle like he can’t even believe it himself. “Not really the most noble profession but it pays the bills I suppose” he says, a bit embarrassed. After all the chaos in Hawkins he found himself at community college doing a degree that didn’t bore him and somehow he ended up here.

“I wouldn’t say that. I mean you’re a professor. You’re teaching people no matter the subject” you offer and the soft smile that covers his face shows his appreciation towards you.

“I hope you don’t mind campus coffee” he finally says, nodding towards a small building that you’re happy to go in.

“Coffee is coffee” you agree as he holds open the door. After giving him your order you find a small table for you both, being careful not to glance up at him too much.

“What made you get into teaching?” you ask when he returns, warm cup of coffee now placed in your hand.

“The kids. Back home I was friends with this group of kids and as much as I pretended I didn’t, I adored them. When I planned to move away there was something comforting about the idea of spending time with people their age” he says and somehow this perfect stranger becomes even more perfect.

“Where is home?” you find yourself asking and he smiles, reminiscing on a place he hadn’t been in a very long time.

“Small town Hawkins, Indiana. Me and Robin moved out here a few years back and I landed the job at the University” he explains, taking a sip of his own coffee and glancing up at you.

“That’s sweet, you two have been friends that long?” the suggestion in your voice isn’t masked well, it’s just surprising to hear of opposite gender friends and not assume there are some sort of feelings there.

“Since I was eighteen. We never go anywhere without each other, especially when we moved here. She only recently moved out to live with her girlfriend, the one who thought it’d be cool to dump her right before Valentine’s day” and suddenly it all makes sense. The kind gesture, three dozen roses, saying he would always be her Valentine, how there was no shared feelings between the two.

“That sucks. You’re a good friend for trying to cheer her up” you say, now smiling at the idea of there being a man out there caring enough to send three dozen roses to his friend who had her heart broken.

“Yeah, which I guess now that my office hours for the day are over I better hand deliver the flowers” he says, laughing to himself for writing down the wrong address. Then again it would’ve never led you to him.

“I probably should be heading home anyway” you mutter, a bit disappointed that he was already thinking of leaving you behind. You must’ve not left the same impression that he did on you.

“I can drive you, if you like. After all you live in her building” and the offer has you perking up like an excited puppy dog.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind?” you grin and he smiles right back, taking another sip of his coffee.

“I don’t mind at all” so you find yourself in his old maroon BMW, still in pristine condition, with the flowers collected from his office now on your lap. You laugh when he tells you it’s his same car from high school and the more you find out about him the more charming he becomes.

“What floor?” you ask him in the elevator, giggling at his rose filled arms.

“4th” he mutters out, shifting and then sneezing from the flowers in his face.

“Well Romeo, try not to send them to the 3rd next time” you say, referring to your own floor and he chuckles as the doors close and lift you up. When the doors open on you floor you go to step forward before noticing he is following you.

“Oh, sorry. This is my stop, one more floor for you” you say and a sad look crosses his face quickly.

“Oh, I guess I just figured you’d deliver them with me” he says with a soft chuckle and you look at the sweet boy who had managed to crawl his way into your heart within the last hour.

“This feels like something you should do alone but hey, I’m not going anywhere all day and it’s Valentine’s after all. So if Robin is willing to share, you know where to find me” you say with a grin, stepping towards him and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Does seven work?” he asks with red cheeks as you step into the hall and you flash him a quick smile.

“It’s a date” and the elevator doors shut close, lifting him away and leaving you with a dopey grin.

Who would have thought three dozen roses not meant for you would still turn out to be the best Valentines gift you ever got.

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lavendermunson · 2 months

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༉‧₊˚. ☘︎ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌.

king steve x fem reader

blurb request: king!steve getting a little frisky before the basketball game because he swears you’re his good luck charm by @bcyhoods

authors note: I love me some king stevie, also this is a little more than frisky but I hope you still enjoy bb! <3

SMUT 18+ MDNI

The loud squeak of sneakers against the basketball court floor could be heard behind you, as Steve takes your hand in his and yanks you into the girls locker room. All of the cheerleaders were sat in front of the bleachers doing their routine stretches before the big game and the boys locker room was likely to be visited by a teammate or two, and right now Steve needed his girl, you are his good luck charm after all.

“C’mon baby.” He whispers lowly as he backs himself up against a set of green lockers, his grip on your waist is tight yet comforting and the way his honey lust filled eyes bore into yours, almost makes your knees buckle. He’s always had this effect on you, always makes your heart pound and your stomach flutter from even the simplest of actions.

“Need to touch you, wanna make you feel good.” He hums into the side of your neck, before brushing your skin with his soft pink lips. “You know I need my fingers wet with you before I have to go play. Your pussy juice is magic, honey.” He continues to purr into your heated skin, but you can’t help but giggle at his silly superstitions.

His fingers move down from your hips to your exposed thighs, his strong veiny hand finds its way underneath your pleated denim skirt, and much to your boyfriends surprise you’re completely bare underneath.

“No panties?” He huffs as his face falls to your shoulder as if trying to gain some semblance of control over himself.

“I thought it would be easier for you to, ya know?” You whisper shyly as you look up at him through your lashes.

Steve’s looking down at you with a condescending smirk that has your whole body heating up instantly and just as you suspect the next words that leave his mouth are mean and degrading and you can’t help but let out a little whimper once they grace your ears.

“To what? Huh? Use your words. I haven’t even touched you, you can’t be this fucking dumb already.” His caress is a gentle juxtaposition and you clench around nothing once his fingers finally grace your unclothed pussy.

“Oh.” Falls from your lips as he dips his middle finger into your wet entrance, coating the tip in your juices before expertly rubbing light circles onto your throbbing clit.

“You ready to soak my hand, baby?” He asks as his hazel eyes twinkle with excitement. The way a strand of his chestnut locks falls into his eyes and bounces with every movement of his hand has you biting back a smile, but any remnants of it falls from your face completely when his two fingers breech your cunt.

“Already so wet for me, huh? Was it watching me practice that got you like this, pretty girl?” A small chuckle escapes him and tickles at the skin of your neck, and it just further amplifies your neediness.

“Mhm, love watching you play. You’re so good.” You say through breathy moans as you grab onto the nape of his neck and tug in order to ground yourself on shaky legs. You begin placing wet kisses on his jaw and the whiff you get of his sweat mixed with his expensive cologne is enough to make you cum right then.

His fingers speed up at your praise, then suddenly a third finger is being inserted before he speeds up his ministrations causing you to whimper when he hits that spot that he’s so in tune with; can always find it instantly.

His other hand snakes around your waist, first landing on the back of your leg before his gentle touch moves ever so slowly up towards the crease where your thigh meets your ass cheek, your skirt rides up along his hand and finally the soft touch shifts to a rough handful of your pert bottom.

Loud squelching fills your ears and simultaneously makes your face heat with horny embarrassment. Steve groans as your juices run down his hand, he’s on a mission and doesn’t stop, not even when you hear muffled laughter as two of his teammates walk past the entrance and into the boys locker room next door.

The tight grip on your ass becomes borderline painful when he pulls at your cheek, spreading you apart as his blunt nails create crescent shapes on your reddened skin; his fingers hit new depths and you keen and mewl into his chest, sobbing when his relentless fingers pound against your spot head on.

You tighten and flutter around him, making him babble out a string of expletives and ‘good girl’ as he rubs his hard cock, that is concealed by green basketball shorts across your inner thigh, searching for the perfect friction while his fingers slam into you. The moans that fall from your parted lips are far too loud for your location but you couldn’t be bothered to stop, not even if someone happened to walk in. That thought filled you with too much excitement, you’d come back to that later.

“C’mon baby, give it to me. Give me what I want.” He’s moaning those words into your skin as if you were pleasuring him; but to Steve getting you off was just as good as getting himself off, maybe even better if he’s being honest.

“Steve!” You can’t help but screech as your orgasm hits you like a freight train, a stream of liquid splashes out onto Steve’s entires hand up to his elbow as some drops hit the cold tile beneath you.

“That’s a good girl! So messy baby, fuck.” You whimper at your boyfriends praises, and before you can take a shaky step back Steve is grabbing you around your waist and setting you down onto one of the many benches. You’re so grateful for his attentiveness, he knows how tired and weak you get after just one release.

“You did so good for me, my sweet girl.” He whispers into your lips before placing a soft, loving kiss on them. “Cmon, want you to see just how lucky you make me.”

Needless to say he wins the game, and when his teammates lift him up to celebrate, he finds you in the crowd; throwing you a very cocky wink and a ‘told you’ that you just can’t help but roll your eyes and giggle at, as you flutter around nothing; knowing exactly what’ll happen when Steve finally gets you home later.

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lavendermunson · 2 months

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I guess it’s never really over

mechanic!steve harrington x fem!reader exes to lovers

summary: Convinced by your best friend to return to Hawkins for the summer, nothing is like how you left it five years ago, including the boy you’ve done nothing but try and forget.

warnings: 18+ for smut, each chapter will have their own warnings, exes to lovers, drinking, smoking, angst/hurt, comfort, late/80’s early 90’s, no upside down, Robin is your best friend and Steve’s too 🙄, also featuring mechanic!eddie.

Updated Every Wednesday @ 4pm central

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Slow dance these summer nights, our disco ball is my kitchen light

Just because it’s over doesn’t mean it’s really over

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lavendermunson · 2 months

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HE HAD ME THERE 😭 EDDIE IM YOURS