#Eddie is a heathen

[deany-baby]

#whatsinmypockets #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #Steve Harrington #Eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanart #headcanon #steddie fanart #Eddie is a heathen #keeps literal dirt in his pockets #Steve perfects his hair in the mirror like a greaser w his comb #comb^ I’m so lazy to retype that #anyways #shoutout to kitstopher for help w ideas #Deany-baby

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a TikTok from a really nice hotel room. It’s very clear that he’s just woken up and also, that he’s hungover as shit.

Actually, he might still be drunk when he says, “You know what the most interesting thing about being married to a sleepwalker is?”

He heaves himself up into a seated position and yeah, judging by the way the world tilted. He’s still drunk. Fun.

He flips the camera around to show Steve asleep on his stomach on the other side of the bed. He’s laid out on top of the covers, sleeping like the dead. Eddie runs his hand into Steve’s hair like, “Look at this beautiful man.”

“Look at him,” Eddie hums, panning the camera from Steve’s messy hair down his bare back, passed his underwear and down his legs to his shoes.

Eddie zooms in on Steve’s white Nikes like, “Why is he wearing shoes??? Where did he go?”

There’s genuine stress in Eddie’s voice but it’s gone a second later when he points to a freckle on Steve’s back and says, “This one is my third favorite.”

#Steve’s feet are hanging off the end of the bed #he’s not one of those heathens that put their shoes on furniture #Eddie first two favorite freckles are the two on his neck that look like a vampire bite #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[evankinard]

9-1-1 as The Onion Headlines (Part 2) (Part 1)

#i hope voting against my amazing sad buck edit idea was worth it you heathens #i have a great madney one but these next couple episodes better go exactly how I want them to cause I need a scene for it #911 fox #911 on fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #athena grant #chimney han #henrietta wilson #bobby nash #christopher diaz #taylor kelly #ana flores #buddie #buckley diaz family #who else #my mother #uh #jesus? #weewoo brainrot #the onion headlines

[moonbeamsandmayhem]

pairing: steddie x fem!reader

warnings: cnc, predator/prey dynamic, blood mention (i think that’s it, please lmk if not.)

Your lungs were burning. Sucking in cold air hard enough that your chest felt it may burst at the seams. Your legs were equally aflame as they carried you through the wooded area of Lover’s Lake fast as they dared. You could feel their eyes on you; predators slowly biding their time. And it sent a thrill through you. You didn’t dare stop, even when you could hear their cat calls, their taunts, carried on the chilly wind.

You knew they’d catch you soon. They wanted you to have your bit of fun, to play out your fantasy as the helpless little rabbit.

You run for another five minutes, finally having to stop, you lean back against a particularly gnarled tree trunk, sucking in air into your oxygen starved lungs. Your body is covered in a sheen of cold sweat, clothes clinging to you as you try to reign control of the rapid thumping in your chest.

A snap of twigs to your left catches your attention, head whipping round. You’re greeted by the Cheshire Cat grin of Eddie, all teeth and so very smug. His hands are behind his back as he leisurely closes the distance between you. “Gotcha.”

“Not yet.” You snip, turning on your heel to begin the pursuit again but you’re met with something solid, something warm. And you bounce half a step back only to be met by Steve Harrington’s questioning brow. With the trained quickness of a learned athlete, he grabs a hold of your upper arm, bringing you to his chest.

“You were saying?”

You put a fight. A damn good fight. Both Steve and Eddie are impressed at how you’re able to land some solid hits, even drawing blood. Scraped fingernails claw against Eddie’s cheek, crimson blooming, dripping down to his lips. He holds your gaze as he licks them clean, securing handcuffs to your wrists.

“I know we said we’d bring her back to the van, but…”

“Here?” Steve looks around. But you all are quite alone, save for the things that go bump in the night.

“Here,” Eddie affirms. “You wanna be treated like an animal, sweetheart? Then we’ll fuck you like one.” His and Steve’s hands tear your clothes, groping appreciatively, the sound of ripping fabric permeating the air. They make quick work of it, leaving you in tatters. The swell of your breasts heave and you try to cross your legs to hide yourself from their hungry gaze.

Steve clicks his tongue, looking at you from beneath his lashes. “Gone all shy now, huh?”

They show you no mercy. Eddie ruts into you from the back, hand wrapped around your throat as he slams into you over and over, slick coating your thighs. You choke on your moans; his pierced cock finding that spot inside of you that turns you into nothing but a mindless hole.

Through your blurred vision you see Steve, tight acid-wash jeans pushed down as he fists his cock. His lips are parted, a rosy hue to his cheeks. Eddie bends you, until you’re face to face with Harrington’s third eye. You’re nearly salivating as a few pearls of pre-cum seep from his slit.

“Suck.” Steve’s hand finds your hair, grabbing a fist full of it. Fingers twining through it tightly. He shoves his way into the warmth that is your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You moan around the thick flesh.

“Fuck, Stevie, I can feel you through her throat.” Eddie groans, his pace stuttering to a near crawl. His ring hand squeezes and you find yourself choking once more, causing all three of you to moan out into the night. Drool begins to dribble and pool and drip from your mouth, tracking down your chest. And soon enough, Steve is fucking into your mouth, a crude, wet, ‘guck, guck, guck’ coming from you.

Eddie smacks your ass once, than twice. You tighten around his dick. “You little pain slut. Like it when we mark you up, babe?” You mewl in response. Your body is enraptured, caught in the purgatory of pain and pleasure. The two men find a rhythm; in and out, in and out. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” The metal head declares, and he does. Hard. His spend shooting into you, hot and thick. You scream around Steve’s cock as Eddie’s orgasm triggers your own. He grips you roughly, hands on hips, fingers digging into you hard enough to bruise.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Eddie had his hands on you and Steve with his in your hair, you would have collapsed. Your legs feeling like absolute jelly.

Steve rips you off his cock as Eddie takes a step back to admire his work, watching a mixture of his and your release trickles down your thighs. But you only have a moment to centre yourself before Steve is lifting you into his arms, hoisting you against the nearest tree trunk. You squeal, still so sensitive, but he doesn’t care. He almost folds you in half; the tops of your thighs squishing into your breasts. He lines himself up with your sopping entrance and plunges into you with a squelch.

Your eyes roll back as you scream to the high heavens for relief, but no one is listening.

You don’t even recognize the man in front of you as he picks up a punishing pace. He bites at your neck, the swells of your breasts, claiming you in the most animalistic fashion imaginable. His eyes are black, taken over by the feral need to come.

And all you can do is take it.

He comes in you with a guttural growl. So deep and so hot, you’re trying to push him away but he holds you fast, dumping his body weight against you. “Shh, baby, shh. I know it hurts. Take it all.”

Silence. All expect the panting breaths between the three of you. Steve holds you close for a moment longer, peppering much softer kisses all over your face and neck as he extracts him self, trying to distract you from the discomfort.

Eddie was by your side in an instant having already righted himself. He undid the cuffs, stuffing them haphazardly into a back pocket. He circles an arm around your waist as he awkwardly shimmies off his leather jacket to put over your shoulders. He presses a kiss to your forehead, muttering what a good girl you are for them.

The next thing you know, Steve has you in his arms in a bridal carry. Too dazed to speak, let alone walk, you snuggle against his chest, grateful for the warmth he and Eddie’s jacket provide. Cocooned by their scent, you find the heaviness of slumber rearing its ugly head.

And as the sun begins to creep its way into the night sky, making way for dawn, you vaguely wonder at the back of your head, how you got so lucky. Your two protectors keeping a watchful eye as sleep takes you into its depths.

#dd writes #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #steddie x y/n #steddie x you #steddie/reader #steddie x reader #steddie smut #steddie #this is a day late #whoops #enjoy heathens

[stevethehairington]

eddie 100% buys those like logs of raw cookie dough and then walks around the house eating it like a burrito

#eddie munson #stranger things #is this inspired by the fact that i literally just did exactly that? maybe it is maybe it isnt #also steve sees him doing it and is like wHAT are you DOING you HEATHEN i was going to make cookies with that! #youre not even supposed to est raw cookie dough! and eddie shrugs and goes i survived demon bats i can survive raw cookie dough #besides stevie name ONE person whos died from it. oh wait you CANT #steve splutters but like eddies not wrong lol he cant so he falls back on his Other tactic and goes think about the kids!! #theyre gonna start doing that too! its not good for them! and eddie barks out a laugh and goes babe who do you think i got it from #and in bursts max mayfield with her own cookie dough log burrito in hand #and she just nods at steve before accosting eddie with a so are you taking me to the record store today like you promised or not? #and steve silently has a conniption in the corner #(a week later eddie gets home from work to find STEVE with a whole TUB of raw cookie dough in his lap #a full spoon frozen halfway to his mouth with a deer in the headlights look on his face. #eddie just grins and says shove over and gimme that spoon)

[sunshinediaz]

wip wednesday (except it's not wednesday and i'm impatient)

uhhhh, this is from that fic (series???) where eddie has a mommy kink and buck indulges it because he's a good sub top who wants to fuck eddie pregnant & i cannot be fucking calm right now

Okay, so, it goes like this— Chris starts seventh grade in a couple weeks, something Eddie’s agonizing over because his little boy is going to be a teenager in a matter of months, and so the school is hosting its annual open house where parents and teachers can meet and mingle to learn a little about one another before the chaos of August sets in.  Eddie avoids PTA meetings at all costs and has never cared for the open house events, either, but he makes it a point to go to every single one because Chris enjoys meeting his teachers and classmates before class starts.   Buck tagged alone, of course, and so did Chim since Maddie is out with Linda and May for the day, browsing boutiques and snacking on the warm cinnamon almonds sold from the vendor on the corner of Watson and Hickory that’s been his favorite since he discovered in months ago. Eddie’s a little jealous his invitation got lost in the mail, but Maddie handed him Jee-Yun and promised to bring him back a bag of almonds for his hardship.  He bitched and moaned for all of the two seconds it took Jee to settle against his chest, snuffling and hugging him around his neck, and then sent Maddie off with the guarantee of two bags of almonds.  It can’t be helped, you know. Jee-Yun is his princesita, something Maddie knows and uses to her advantage.  He and Chim have been standing next to the snack table since they arrived, stuffing their faces with mini pigs in blankets and slices of cheesecake; Buck’s off with Chris and his friends, chasing them around in a game of tag with Jee on his shoulders. He’s laughing, bright and deep, and Jee’s giggling maniacally, having the time of her life as she zooms across the expanse of the playground and tugs fitfully on her uncle’s hair.  Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and watches his boyfriend, content and so gloriously, obnoxiously happy it makes him tummy fill and swell and flood his whole body. Buck’s loud and brilliant, shining brighter than the north star; the setting sun paints his honey-blond hair in watercolors of red and orange and pink, fiery and warm.  “He’s so good with them.” 

Eddie looks over his shoulder and sees he’s not the only one observing Buck. A small group of parents stand near the edge of the snack table, picking through bite-size pecan pies and watching the way he plays with the children, darting here and there and allowing himself to be tagged nearly as soon as he passes it off to somebody else.  A mother sighs, and Eddie hates how dreamy it sounds. “They all love him, too,” she comments. “How lucky his children must be to have a father like that.”  Eddie’s gut clenches tight for several reasons all at once. “Are any of the children his?”  Eddie opens his mouth to speak, but before he can another father says, “Chris Diaz,” and throws a glance toward Eddie with a crooked grin and a gleam in his eye. “He’s wearing the red glasses.”    “Oh, he’s so adorable and kind,” the first woman says, pouring another cup of punch. “He made Addison a ‘get well’ card last year when he came down with the flu. It’s still hanging on the wall in his room.”  A couple of the onlookers coo at that. Pride wells up in Eddie’s chest and spills over—goddamn right his kid is adorable and kind, and he’ll never tire of hearing his opinions validated by others. He lucked out with Chris and it’s gratifying to see that others appreciate his son, too.  “I see where he gets it from,” another father quips, gesturing toward Buck once more. Eddie looks over and smiles when he sees Buck offering his hand to help a kid with pigtails up off the ground. “Where’s his mother?”  Startled, Eddie whips his head back around to the group of people. He knows they mean nothing by it—curiosity killed the cat and all that, and he’s found that even in LA quite a few assume mother-father relationships to be simple normalcy—and so when he opens his mouth to correct them, he doesn’t think he’s going to be too harsh, but then Chim steps on his foot and shuts him up.  He looks over at Chim, who smiles goofily and shakes his head. Eddie frowns. Chim shrugs and leans forward, keeping his foot on top of Eddie’s as if he’s a little kid in need of guidance.  “His mother is right here,” Chim calls to the group, laughing a bit too sharply, and pats Eddie’s stomach. Eddie goes hot all over. “And he’s a pretty good mom, too.”  The group stutters, wide-eyed and thoroughly chastised. Several of them open and close their mouths like they’re trying to catch flies, and the few who know the truth—know that Eddie and Buck as Christopher’s parents—roll their eyes and laugh, corralling the others and leading them away.  Eddie watches them go, warm and tingly and red. His stomach still prickles where Chim patted him, low like where a womb would be if he had one.  He spirals. He turns back to look at Buck because Buck has a way of making things make sense. Buck’s grin is huge and his face is flushed and sweaty, not unlike when he’s on top of Eddie, bullying his cock deep in Eddie’s guts, so hard and thick Eddie feels it in his throat, and, oh, when Buck shifts his gaze toward Eddie’s and smiles, dopey and lovely, and Eddie knows. He knows.  Eddie wants Buck to make him a mommy.  Fuck.  —and if anybody asks, it’s all Chim’s goddamn fault. 

hoping to have this up by tomorrow tbh but hmm, we shall see lmao!!

#wip wednesday #buddie #buddie fic #spiraling myself because eddie diaz has a mommy kink and i'm going to shout it from the rooftops #i'm shouting right now actually because jesus #also i was informed that mommy kink isn't even a proper tag on ao3 #we're SLACKING if it's a majority vote that daddy kink is better than mommy kink #come on u heathens

[pettyprocrastination]

eddie munson is the boyfriend who does the “please babe can i have a bite🥺” of your food taking the biggest bite from your fork known to man with a big smile. 

#tj talks #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #heathen and i love him #'thanks babe :)' #meanwhile youre still staring at your food because DUDE WHAT THE HELL

[wheremermaidsdwell]

not me googling 80s shampoo products bc i might namecheck a brand for eddie and debating what level i want to read him for filth at

#look chrissy is shocked in hntd but eddie is RIGHT he SHOULD finger comb that hair (and comb when wet to detangle) #i think he honestly has it mostly figured it out by that age so while he's a heathen without conditioner he's picked up shampoo #that's at least vaguely advertised to help with his hair type #hellcheer trash

[appolloed]

Here, have an Eddie inspired aesthetic laptop background. Why not?

#eddie munson #also he's queer coded #no shit the straights dont think he's gay that would've gotten him killed if he was obvious #we know our history and our symbols and how our own experiences sometimes get reflected #so fuck off with your straight eddie bull #eddie munson moodboard #eddie munson aesthetic #take it you heathens

[anironnn]

Heathens x Stranger Things synths ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Everyone please watch this video I'm screaming

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #twenty øne piløts #heathens #max mayfield #el hopper #will byers #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #eddie munson #byler #Youtube

[chickensoupleg]

Random silly thought:

As a joke and because Steve is a rich boy, he buys like. Several cuts of steak, which he then stores underneath the Family Video counter. When Eddie comes to visit and chat him up, Steve and Robin both give as good as Eddie does, but periodically would... discreetly bend down, open the cooler that's sitting there, and place a slab of cold steak on the counter next to the movie Eddie's renting.

Eddie, being too deep into staring at Steve then realize what is going on in front of him, screams when he looks down and there's a sizable amount of beef sitting next to his left hand.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #true bestie behaviour #yes they put a plate down beforehand they're not HEATHENS

[idkhyperfixations]

Okay, ch 13 is smut filled and finally up. Also, fun fact, it’s my longest one yet at 4.9k words.

Fic is Can’t Start a Fire Without a Spark on ao3, linked on my pinned post.

#I’m rather proud of this one ngl #enjoy you heathens<3 #dev does writing #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie

[morganbritton132]

Before Eddie got popular again with his Tiktok account, he gave a Zoom interview during quarantine about a virtual fundraiser that Corroded Coffin was participating in. He’s set up at the kitchen table because Steve turned it into his office for teaching and Eddie is using Steve’s laptop.

Steve, who just woke up from a nap, comes into the room and gets halfway through making a cup of coffee before he realizes that Eddie isn’t just talking to himself. Steve makes direct eye contact with the camera and then just slowly sinks down behind the counter.

Eddie clocked Steve the moment he came into the room and watched him in the screen sink out of frame. Eddie stops in the middle of what he was saying, turns around, and asks, “You okay?”

He’s get back the most embarrassed little, “Yes.”

The clip of Eddie Munson’s awkward ‘roommate’ gets included in all those Zoom bloopers compilations

#this is unbelievably funny to me for some reason #Steve is actually called Eddie’s roommate in a buzzfeed article about it & Eddie shared it on the CC Twitter page like ‘they were roommates’ #Eddie often made appearances during Steve’s classes because he’s a heathen #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[wastelandbabyblue]

https://vm tiktok com/ZMNQKdb8T/?k=1 OMG!!!

the things I'd do to have been in that concert...

#ugh so cool #imagine your just chilling on your top concert and start to hear st and the screen lights up worh eddie 😭 #would cry fr #and during heathens too im so jealous of every single person there

[steddieasitgoes]

Steve owning a sphynx cat who is antisocial and always hides when he has people over at his house to the point where people don’t even know he has a cat. Cue Eddie screaming in terror when she makes her presence known on a random Saturday in December.

Steve scolds him for yelling because he’ll startle Princess and Eddie looking at Steve with astonishment, going: “That thing is not a Princess. It’s an abomination! It looks like Gollum!”

Princess hisses before strutting over to where Steve sits on the couch and cuddles up on his chest. And Steve just looks at Eddie like: “She’s my princess if you have a problem with her there’s the door.”

Obviously Eddie’s not stupid enough to walk out on Steve over a damn cat but he’s not exactly thrilled about sharing him with the hairless monstrosity staring at him.

Jokes on him though because within two weeks he and Princess are best friends, always napping together much to Steve’s chagrin. “Guess she likes me better, Stevie.”

“Yeah because you’re both heathens!”

#I saw a video of a hairless cat and here we are #steddie #steddie fic #steddie dicker #steddie Drabble #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington ficlet #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson ticket #stranger things #stranger things fic #Dani writes

[blueywrites]

better in the dark

eddie munson x fem!reader it's movie night, and you get a little lost in your head sitting on eddie's lap down in the boys' basement.

1.9k

cw: 18+. exhibitionism, sex acts with others in the room (imagined/implied), no y/n, no physical descriptions. note: all characters are college-age adults.

This came from a 'naughty nights' ask that got long enough to be published as its own oneshot. Thanks for the idea, anon! The original ask can be found here.

enjoy xx

The room is dark aside from the flickering of the television, which slashes colors across your five faces in time with the screams of the characters on screen, desperate to escape the reanimated dead. Gareth and Jeff have the popcorn bowl wedged between them, each taking turns shoveling handfuls in their mouths, nudging each other as another person gets chomped down the same way by a zombie. They're seated on the gaudy floral loveseat which was banished to the basement of their rented house, a hand-me-down from Gareth's mom the guys wouldn't dare put in the living room to be seen by guests. Eddie and David don't count, though; years of high school, Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin have bonded them far beyond that type of judgment. You're only rueful that the two had snatched up the comfortable spot for this week's movie night, forcing you and Eddie to squash together on the narrow armchair since you'd insisted David take the recliner (you knew he'd be even more uncomfortable than you in this one, and you're not a total mannerless heathen).

At least the armchair has fabric cushions instead of leather, you think, snuggling down further into the knit blanket draped over you and Eddie, which is keeping you warm as you sit on his lap. It's not the most comfortable seat, mostly because you're sitting sideways across him and thus are perched right on his bony femur; the guy has no fat on his legs to speak of, plus the bare minimum amount of muscle to keep him walking around, so the padding under your butt is quite lacking. You purse your lips, sneaking a glance at Eddie's face from where you have your ear pressed against the front of his shoulder. His brown eyes are near black, gleaming as he watches the screen until he notices you looking and he glances down at you curiously.

"Your thigh's bony," you grumble quietly, close to his pierced ear so he can hear you over the movie; you lift your head to peer around his chin and survey the other occupants of the room, checking to see how engrossed in the movie they are. You're wondering if you can finagle your way into sitting straight on Eddie's lap without drawing their attention - not because you or Eddie would care that they see you in such a position, but because you don't wanna hear them giving you any shit about it for the next month. You can take a good teasing, but they just go on and on about it, and it gets irritating after a while.

When their eyes don't waver from the screen, you place your head back against Eddie's shoulder, scratching your fingers down his worn t-shirt, feeling along his soft abdomen in such a way that you end up teasing yourself as you think about how much more comfy you'll feel sat on his lap with your front pressed to his.

That wasn't originally your plan, but now that you've thought of it, you really want it. You don't even care that you won't be able to see the movie as you imagine his lithe arms wrapping around you under the blanket, the bud and spice scent of him in your nose as he keeps you close, how cozy and warm and deliciously held you'll feel. And a little bit of arousal blooms, too, as you consider how the position will allow the stiff denim of his jeans to drag along your panties, how delicious the friction would feel against your clit, how the naughty secret of it would heighten the pleasure since no one else would know, despite them being mere feet away.

You imagine how it'd go. How your knees would press into the back cushion as you straddle Eddie, teasing him with the subtlest brush of your pussy against his crotch, all concealed underneath the thick knit of the forgiving blanket. He'd probably buck up into you with a little aborted thrust of his hips, trying to keep still as his arms tighten around you. He'd look down at you with those big brown bambi eyes, wide and apologetic 'cause you know he'd think it was an accident until you did it again, slower, more deliberately this time.

Eddie would narrow his eyes then, and he'd grin at you, a crooked, dimpled thing to convey his piqued interest. And it probably wouldn't take much to convince him to make out with you like that, considering you've made out in front of the guys before, usually when you're all drunk or high or both. It's happened enough that they likely wouldn't even spare you more than a glance over it. So Eddie would cup your jaw with one hand as you nip at his chin, trailing little baby kisses up to the full pink lips he'd just licked in anticipation. Glossy and wet, they'd open to you as soon as you were in reach, capturing your mouth with intent after you'd teased him a little, 'cause Eddie is easy to rile up like that. You'd kiss him back with equal hunger, letting the frantic sounds of the movie conceal the smacking of your lips and the clicks of saliva as you lick into each others' mouths. You'd heat up quickly, working into a frenzy of need and pooling arousal that gathers where you bump against each other between your legs. When the blanket starts to sag, Eddie would pull it up over your shoulders again, tucking you in like a little bug in a cocoon as he devours you whole with his seeking lips and his wide, hot tongue while his cock chubs up against your hot pussy.

He'd get you so turned on, grinding up into you and making out with you in the basement next to his friends. He'd make you so fucking needy that your little fingers would trail down the front of his chest and fall to his belt. And Eddie would know what you want right away, too. He'd feel your heart skipping bunny rabbit-fast as he holds you flush against his chest, your nipples poking him straight through your bra and shirt, you're so excited. Moved by the danger and thrill and naughtiness of it all, your eyes would meet, both sets of pupils blown to consume all the color there— a moment of silent communication between you. Eddie would sneak a glance toward the loveseat as you pant against him, trembling with nervous excitement and throbbing with an insistent ache that has your puffy lips drooling through your panties onto his jeans.

You wouldn't be able to fuck, of course. Not properly, at least, not unless you want the guys to realize what you're doing, and you definitely don’t want to face the consequences of bouncing on Eddie's dick in front of them. But you could snake your hand down between you, skimming the front of your belly on your way, feeling down to your weeping slit until you find the edge of your panties by touch alone. You could tuck your nose against Eddie's pale neck, feel the quick thrumming of the artery there as you hook your index finger in and pull the fabric aside. You'd feel Eddie's dry, cracked knuckles brush your fingers as he works his belt open, moving slowly so his hands don't rustle the blanket around your lap and give you both away. Carefully, he'd pull down his fly, and you'd feel the subtle vibration of each tiny tooth splitting apart to let him that much closer to you. When he finally takes himself out, letting the dry velvet heat of his cock meet your soaked lips, you'd have to suppress the way your hips want to jump like he'd touched you with a brand.

This next part would be a bit tricky, but together, you and Eddie would manage it. You'd nudge your hips up, your thighs trembling as you move so slowly, hovering high enough to clear the length of his dick. Then, Eddie would help you by pulling your lower lips apart with his thumbs, opening your hole so when you line up his head, he can notch in smoothly. He'd tremble then, his biceps quivering under your hands as you lower yourself down onto him, stretching yourself tight around his rigid length, enveloping him in your sopping heat.

Three-quarters down, you'd both freeze when you hear a loud exclamation from the couch, waiting with bated breath to see if you've been caught. Realizing it's just Gareth's reaction to the movie would bring you mostly relief but also a tiny, sick little buried-down tinge of disappointment, too— a feeling you'd choose to ignore as you settle flush against Eddie's lap, his tip digging deep inside you, your body molded to every curve and notch of his thick cock. That cock would kick once inside you, but otherwise, Eddie would remain motionless, his jaw grit as you press the soft apple of your cheek there, his breath puffing from his nose to feather the hair at your temple.

You'd take a moment to grow used to the feeling of your secret joining before starting to kiss again, both as a public reason to keep you sitting on him like this in case any of the guys start to wonder, and also just to taste each other 'cause you’re burning for it. You'd nip Eddie's lip, and he'd lick across your teeth, and once your kissing turns heated and sloppy again, he'd reach down between you, dragging his middle finger down over your mound until he reaches the apex of your sex.

There, he'd start to rub tiny little circles into your sensitized bud. Slowly but steadily, he'd pet your little clit, and the feeling would be torture and pleasure all at once— frustrating because you can't move, but also deliciously arousing because you're cockwarming him while he touches you in front of his oblivious friends. You'd whine and moan and make muffled begging noises that Eddie would swallow up greedily. And when you'd start to pulse around him, clenching on his thick length as the tingling wave inside begins to crest, Eddie would groan against your lips, wordlessly encouraging you to cum on his cock.

And you would. You'd bite down on his lip, gripping the meat of his shoulders to keep yourself still as you gush and pulse around his length. You'd soak Eddie's balls beneath the blanket David found at a garage sale in town. And maybe David would spare you a glance when the television screen lights up bright for a moment, revealing how you've gone suddenly rigid on top of Eddie, your brow pinched up in painful ecstasy in a way that he finds curious.

Maybe, or maybe not. Who's to say?

"Hey." Eddie's whisper dissolves your fantasy, leaving you with the blanket clutched up in your fingers, your ass growing numb on his bony thigh, and your pussy awfully puffy and swollen, crying desperately for attention. You look up at him again, your pulse kicking faster as you see the new edge to his gaze— something quite hungry. Quite naughty.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asks you quietly, his eyes darting between yours as he tries to read you. You bite your lip as that thrill rises inside again, intensified this time by the fact that what you'd fantasized about would become real.

You nod.

A grin crawls across Eddie's face— wide, manic, and full of deliciously wicked promise.

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