#Eddie munson smutty fanfic

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The Biology Tutor

📕 Lesson 1: Female Anatomy

Continue studying: Lesson 2: Male Anatomy | Lesson 3: Human Reproduction | Extra Credit 01: Communication Skills

Pairing: Virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!tutor!reader

Summary: Eddie’s failing class, so you decide to offer two different styles of biology tuition, textbook-based and *ahem* practical.

W/C: something around 4k (I didn’t do a word count after editing, sorry)

CW: 🔞 18+ MDNI!, NSFW, PWP, smut with a story. Exhibitionism (f), mutual masturbation (m+f), swearing, innuendo, pet names, slight sub/dom dynamic, subtle size kink? Both Reader & Eddie are overage. No y/n. Reader’s appearance is not described, it can be whatever you like.

A/N: A cute little bit of biology lesson-based smut. I’m a sucker for virgin!Eddie and wanted to see if I could write him. Let me know how I did! 😄

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You’ve had a crush on the guy in your Biology class since the beginning of the year when you first saw him ranting on a table in the cafeteria. There’s something about him that’s so different from the guys you’d usually go for. You run in completely different social circles, you with the academically-gifted ‘Brainy Bunch’ (an eye-rollingly terrible moniker coined by the we-think-we’re-so-clever jocks), and him with his nerdy friends. Despite this you find him unusual and intriguing, not to mention hot as all hell. You guess the ‘freak metalhead’ look doesn’t work for everyone, but his long hair and rebellious dark ink are certainly doing it for you. You really want to discover what’s underneath those layers of denim, leather and torn shirts, your imagination only able to go so far as you ponder his form late at night in your bed.

However, girls talk, and you’ve never heard of him being with any of them, or even speaking to all that many. For all his bravado and apparent confidence, you’re reasonably certain that Eddie Munson is still a virgin.

And for some reason this draws you to him even more.

You’re pretty sure you’ve caught Eddie checking out your ass as it’s perched on a high stool while he sits behind you in the biology lab. On days when you’re in this class you’ve started to wear your tightest jeans, and your shortest skirts (though if anyone asked you’d insist it was a coincidence).

Somehow you’ve become inexplicably clumsy (but only in this class, how odd…), often dropping your pencil and having to bend over to pick it up, occasionally chewing on the end in contemplation when you know he’s watching, much to the chagrin of your teacher.

“Never put anything in your mouth in the lab, you should all know better by now.”

You smirk at the innuendo in Eddie’s direction and he quickly looks away, ears exposed by his lab-regulation tied-back hair a little pink at the tips.

You also often ‘forget’ or ‘lose’ equipment, asking him if he’s got a spare, or could he please get you a replacement from the cupboards, which he’s always more than willing to do (giving you ample opportunities to observe his denim-clad ass as he does so).

“Damn, I seem to be one test tube short. Eddie, would you be a doll and get me one from the cupboard?”, crossing your legs and subtly ensuring the hem of your skirt rides up just a little more.

Eddie looks you up and down (result!) and agrees.

“Thanks, you really are my knight in shiny, um, leather?” You wince slightly at your clumsy comment, but he takes it in his stride, continuing the bit by replying,

“Here you go, your majesty”, bowing theatrically and presenting the glassware to you atop his forearm, making you grin.

In another lesson: “Shit, I tore my filter. Eddie, do you have a spare?”

“Anything for the Princess of Biology.”

He gives you a little smirk, and you feel your cheeks heat slightly. You can’t help gazing at his strong, ring-clad hands as he hands you the little circle of absorbent paper.

It becomes somewhat of a game, you playing the Princess and he the rescuing knight.

But for all your teasing you genuinely do actually want to help him pass the class. You don’t want him to have to repeat the year - you’ve seen him play at The Hideout and you know he’s meant for greater things.

It’s just biology, it can’t be any harder than what little you’ve picked up about that complicated game he plays, which seems to be all numbers, convoluted plots and organising “campaigns”, whatever they are. You’re sure he could pass if he’d just apply himself.

Or, perhaps, he just needs the right tutor…?

You’d broached it with your science teacher, offering to help ‘any students who were behind’ for extra credits. After he’d agreed you’d approached Eddie that same day, offering to come to his home and help him with his overdue assignments.

He was confused and skeptical at first, thinking this could all be some elaborate prank, but you were gentle and persuasive, and he’d agreed to pick you up later that day.

You’re sitting on his worn-out sofa, draped with a well loved but soft blanket. You’ve spent the last hour trying to get Eddie to understand cellular respiration (“Isn’t it just, like, breathing in and out?” “No, Eddie, this is cell biochemistry, it’s a bit more complicated than that”), but nothing you attempt seems to be working.

He’s despondent, won’t look at you, and seems resigned to his fate of never passing this particular subject, interjecting with statements like,

“Look, it’s just not going in.”

“I don’t know how to make it stick.”

“I don’t think I’ll get it, Princess, even if you beat it into me.”

The innuendo (accidental or not) is driving you crazy. As is Eddie’s lack of self belief.

You’d even tried explaining it by using D&D analogies.

“Think of the chemical reactions like individual characters interacting in groups. Like, if this particular troupe disband and some make allegiances with another, the group has different skills and attributes now, right?” But after a promising start even that doesn’t seem to hold his attention.

In fact, the more animated you get and closer you sit, the more distracted and fidgety he becomes, unwilling to engage fully with you and shifting uncomfortably.

You move further towards him on the sofa, determined to give it one last shot, and force him to make eye contact with you.

Their colour and depth surprises you as you look into them properly for the first time, noticing their rich, swirling chocolate and whiskey hues.

Your eyes briefly drop to his lips, the soft pink, plump, velvety pillows looking mightily enticing. God, they’re perfect.

Goosebumps rise on your arm as you feel his surprisingly soft curls tickle your shoulder.

Okay, you knew he was cute, but up close? Fucking hell…

You lean across your notes and over to the text book that’s on his other side. Your thighs are touching, and as you twist the side of your breast makes contact with his arm. If he looked slightly down and towards you he’d be able to see right down the neck of your tank top. You kind of hope he does.

Huffing, you prod at the book with your hand, hoping that the diagram on the page might make everything clearer. The movement makes your boobs jiggle a little.

You hadn’t noticed he’d stopped breathing and he suddenly lets out a huff of breath, covering it with a badly faked cough. His cheeks have flushed a light shade of pink.

So, you definitely weren’t imagining all that stuff in class.

Fuck it. You consider this might be the only opportunity you might get to do this, so decide to grab it. After all, academic tutelage was only part of your motivation to get him alone, and something you’ve been thinking about for a long time, one of the fantasies that keeps you up at night, pops into your head. One that would definitely get his attention. And if you can’t help his confidence academically, perhaps you can help with it somewhere else. Call it interpersonal tutelage…?

With as much nonchalance as you can muster, you say, “Um, maybe we should take a break. Y’know, relax a little?”

You scootch away to the end of the sofa, putting your back against the armrest and bringing your feet up onto the cushion in front of you. You grab a couple of throw cushions and slot them behind you, getting comfortable.

Eddie seems to relax a little too once you’ve moved away, but still looks uneasy.

God, are you really going to do this? What if he screams and runs away, or worse, tells his friends, or your classmates..? No, you’ve been thinking about this for far too long. Oh, fuck it x 2…

Feigning a stretch, you arch your back and place your hands at the back of your waist, pushing your chest, and breasts, upwards. Then you move them to the sides of your ribs, glancing over the sides of your boobs, seemingly-innocently pushing them together. You move a hand underneath one of your breasts, cupping it gently in the crook of your thumb and forefinger.

Eddie is still sitting tensely on the front edge of the sofa cushions, stealing sideways glances at you through the curtain of his hair.

“C’mon, Eddie, get comfy with me. It’ll help, I promise.”

Self-consciously, Eddie shifts himself and sits facing you, cross-legged, at the other end of the sofa. You give him a soft smile, which he returns with a slightly bashful one of his own, afterwards rolling his lips inwards between his teeth.

Okay, it’s now or never. Are you gonna be able to concentrate on this, Eddie?

You hum quietly, and almost closing your eyes you run a palm down your chest and over your belly. You drop one knee slightly out to the side, and run your hand down the inside of your thigh and back up it, eventually pushing your fingers between your thighs and cupping your mound with your palm.

You see Eddie’s eyes widen and hear a stifled choke.

Your hand moves to fully cup your breast, and you lightly trace your thumb over your hardening nipple whilst the hand between your legs begins to apply gentle pressure, making you inhale deeply.

Eddie watches you, agape, bringing his hands together and clasping one hand over the other in front of him, you surmise to disguise his burgeoning bulge.

You open your eyes a little, keeping them soft and half lidded, and gently smile in Eddie’s direction, ensuring he’s still watching you.

Using both hands to pop the button and lower the zipper on your jeans, you tease yourself by running the pretty elastic trim of your your panties between your fingertips, pulling it slightly away from you and letting it snap back onto your abdomen.

“Uh…”, he swallows hard, and you internally groan at the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing in that delicious neck, “What’re you doing..?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Eddie? I’m… relaxing…”

Sighing out the last word, you choose this moment to slip your hand down the front of your underwear, sliding over your mound and dipping just the tip of one finger between your folds, feeling the wetness that’s already pooled there. Your forehead furrows a little and you let out a quiet, contented hum.

Eddie’s eyes widen further and his eyebrows disappear completely under his bangs, and he sounds a little like he’s suffocating.

He tries to move further away from you along the sofa, unsuccessfully however as he’s wedged against the other armrest.

“Uh, I can, y’know, leave, or you could use my room, or, I can take you home, or, or-”

He’s babbling, and looking everywhere but at you. That’s not what you want at all, and you’re also concerned that he looks so uncomfortable.

“I can stop, if you want…”

He rushes out a reply, almost shouting the first syllable.

“N-NO! Um, no, it’s okay, really.”

“Okay, Eddie, stay right there. Keep your eyes on me, I wanna give you a show.”

He looks even more shocked, jaw dropping open, and you think he might bolt. But after a moment it’s clear that despite being full of anxiety, fear and self-consciousness, his curiosity, hormones and horniness are winning out, and he fixes his gaze on you.

He manages to squeak out, “Ok-aay…”

You lift your hips, using both hands to push your jeans and underwear down your legs until they reach your ankles. You slowly splay your knees, finally exposing yourself fully to Eddie’s gaze. One hand comes back to your breast, and you pinch your fabric-covered nipple between your thumb and forefinger.

He takes in the sight before him, the soft fur around your core, your wet folds glistening in the dim light of his living room, your sultry gaze, the peaks of your hardened nipples now visible through the thin fabric of your top.

He lets out a stuttering breath as his hips involuntarily shift underneath him, trying to find some friction.

“Jeezus fuck, Princess, are you tryin’a kill me?”

You try to think of something that might help relax him.

“If it helps you can imagine that we’re still studying. How about a quick lesson in female anatomy..?”

You move your hand down and with featherlight touches trace your fingertips around your pussy.

“Now, this whole area is my vulva.”

Eddie gulps.

Making a vertical line you trace your fingers over your wet lips.

“These are my labia.”

Eddie’s lips press together and he lets out a stammering hum, closing his eyes momentarily before snapping them back open so he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Are you paying attention, Eddie? This part is really important. This-,” you inhale sharply as you trail your wet fingers upwards and make contact, “This is where you’ll find my clit- fuck-”

It feels so delicious you almost don’t manage to finish your sentence, and you let out a long, low hum. Part of you doesn’t want to stop, but you’ve got more planned. Moving your fingers down again, you say,

“And this, here? This is my vagina…”

With a smile, you watch him stare as you dip a fingertip into your sopping hole, letting out a low moan as you gradually slip it inside of you.

“You know what the g-spot is, Eddie? I can show you where to find it, if you want me to…?”

You slide your finger in further, curling it towards your front wall, almost managing to tickle that certain spot within and letting out a loud groan.

At the other end of the sofa Eddie gasps an inhale, whimpering slightly, and you see him press the heel of his hand into his crotch. The combination of his sounds and actions is making you impossibly wetter - the boys you’ve been with before didn’t do much of either, and you didn’t know how much it turned you on.

You watch his face as he stares intently at your weeping centre as you slowly, so slowly move your finger in and out a few times.

“D’you think you’ll remember that, Eddie?”

“I promise I’ll fuckin’ try, Jesus Christ…”

He swallows again, exhaling heavily.

Deciding it’s time for the main event, you bring the hand that was squeezing your breast down your body, moving your fingertips to your clit and applying gentle pressure.

“I want you to see how wet you make me, Eddie. I want you to know how much I enjoy you watching my ass in biology class, how often I’ve thought about it when I’m alone. How much I like checking yours out in those oh-so tight jean- oh!”

A particularly exquisite circle followed by a firm press on your clit makes you moan out loud. The combination of both your hands has you close, closer than you imagined you’d be at this stage. It takes much longer when you’re by yourself, and you’re surprised and excited by just how much you’re enjoying having Eddie watch you.

Eddie’s fully gripping himself through his jeans now and is breathing heavily through his nose. He looks big, and you salivate at the thought.

You really want to see what he’s been hiding inside that tight denim.

“Show me, Eddie, I wanna see you.”

Hesitantly, never having experienced anything even close to this before, Eddie mumbles,

“You, uh…?”

“I wanna see you. Take out your cock. Let me see all of you, please.”

He’s rubbing himself, and you can see how strained his jeans are, a wet stain now visible in the dark fabric.

Slowly, eyes never leaving your face and looking for any tiny indication that you’re uncomfortable or have changed your mind, he slowly undoes his button and pulls down his zipper.

His languid pace is killing you, but in a good way; you realise he most likely has no idea what this is doing to you.

He rearranges the front of his jeans, opening the fly wide and leaving nothing but a thin layer of checkered cotton covering his member. The tent it’s creating is impressive.

He watches you stare and run your wet tongue over your bottom lip.

Letting out a nervous breath between pursed lips, he pushes one hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, using his thumb and two fingers to hold his cock at the base. Using his other hand he slowly, agonisingly slowly, pulls the fabric out and downwards, gradually exposing his full member to the lights of the room and to you.

You pause your own movements and spend a moment taking it in. It’s long, with an impressive girth - you briefly wonder whether he knows what he’s packing - and it’s the prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen. Lengthy, veined, slightly curved, and thick, so thick.

Eddie watches your expression for a moment. Satisfied that you’re not freaked or about to run away screaming, he brings the rest of his fingers to join the others, wrapping himself fully in his fist and squeezing gently, causing a little bead of precum to collect on the tip.

You take in the sight before you for a few moments, then utter, completely honestly, “Eddie, in case no one’s ever told you this, you have a really beautiful dick.”

His face and neck turn the second-prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen.

“No one’s ever told me that before, Princess.” Adding, almost in a whisper, “In fact, no one’s ever seen it.”

He chuckles lightly through that last sentence, embarrassed at what he’s just admitted. The ego boost of your comments has clearly given him some confidence though, as he adds with a slight smirk, a little breathy as he runs the pad of his thumb unhurriedly over his tip, “You, uh, really think so?”

Oh, so he likes me watching him too?

You can’t take your eyes off of it.

“I really do, Eddie. It’s so pretty.”

As if to confirm your statement you resume your hand movements, adding another finger and resuming circling your clit with the other. You notice that Eddie’s started moving too, his hand moving over himself in a deft gripping and twisting motion, his hips bucking up every now and again.

For a few moments neither of you say anything, the only sounds in the room your combined panting breaths and the lewd movements of wet skin.

Your clit is swollen and supremely sensitive, and, pushing in a little further, your fingers just tickle that exquisite spot within you.

You moan as you imagine it’s Eddie’s pretty cock inside you. That he’s leaning over you, thrusting into you, hitting that spot effortlessly. Maybe even talking to you, telling you how good your pussy feels, how well you’re taking him…

Suddenly your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth hangs open, a gutteral moan emerging from your chest as you get closer and closer.

Bringing your attention back to him you mumble, hurriedly,

“Jeezus Eddie, I’m gonna cum, you wanna see me cum?”

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life.”

Eddie’s words come out in a spluttering rush and on his last word your breathing halts, your muscles lock and you cum, hard, clenching around your fingers and letting out an involuntary strangled scream.

Somewhere in the back of your fuzzy mind you think you hear Eddie let out a loud, “Holy shhhiiiit!”

You come down a little, opening your eyes and locking them with Eddie’s. You ride out your aftershocks, humming as you feel your fingers inside of you and your juices running down them. You eventually remove your fingers from your cunt, leaving its puffy wetness fully on display, and trace them around your lips and clit.

“F-fuck, Princess, that’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen…”

Eddie’s red-faced and panting, his cock still very much standing to attention in his now vice-like grip, the tip an angry red and leaking copious amounts of precum. His eyes are blown dark, the chocolate rims almost completely obscured. His face and neck are flushed and he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, and he’s clenching his jaw, looking like he’s trying desperately not to bust.

“Are you ok over there, Eddie?”

“Shit, yeah, yes, I mean, fuck.”

Breathily, you ask him,

“Do you wanna cum?”

“Fuck yes, I just, I didn’t know whether you wanted me to.”

“Oh I do Eddie, I really do. It’s your turn now. You gonna cum for me? Please, let me see you lose it, show me everything you’ve got.”

He breathes out a loud sigh in what seems like relief. You like how good he’s being for you, learning yet more about yourself that you didn’t know before.

His fist speeds up as his other hand comes to hold his balls, deftly stroking and rolling the flesh. His brow furrows deeply and his lips clamp shut around a low moan. He’s staring intently at you, eyes flicking between your face and your still-dripping cunt.

Suddenly his expression turns to one resembling surprise, as his eyebrows lift and his mouth opens, a string of expletives leaving those perfect, plump lips,

“Fuck, fuck, Jeezus, motherf-, oh my-, fuckfuckfuuuck!”

His jaw drops as his abdomen contracts, and his eyes fix on your cunt as he jets hot ropes of white cum into the air and over his fist and t-shirt. There’s so much, and it seems never ending.

The sight is even better than you’d imagined it might be and your hips buck up into your hand, making you press your fingers into your clit again triggering another aftershock, and you find yourself moaning along with him.

For a few moments there’s more silence, aside from your panting and heavy breathing.

Eventually Eddie chuckles a little, and you huff a breath out through your nose with a smile on your face.

You’re both a sweaty, sticky mess, but neither of you care.

“Fuck, Eddie, that was…” You’re lost for words.

“Amazing? Incredible?” Seeing the grin plastered across Eddie’s face is easily as gratifying as all the other stuff you’ve done tonight.

You both giggle as Eddie says, “Fuck me, Princess, you’re definitely the best tutor I’ve ever had.”

Neither of you really want to move, but some cleanup is definitely necessary. Eddie takes the blanket from the sofa and throws it in the washer, cleaning up quickly in the bathroom, letting you know when it’s free and returning in a change of clothes, throwing the others in with the blanket.

As you both process what’s just transpired you share timid glances and half smiles.

You both sit on the sofa again as you start to pack up your notes and books. In another unforeseen realisation, you’re surprised at how much you’ve enjoyed Eddie’s company, and the warm feeling you get inside every time he looks at you is entirely unexpected.

You realise you’re gonna have to be the one to say something, and give Eddie a smirk.

“So, how about next time we do some practical revision on, maybe, male anatomy?”

He looks a little surprised, but certainly not unhappy at the suggestion that there might actually be a ‘next time’.

“You really wanna, uh, tutor me again?”

Nodding in the affirmative, you reply, “Oh yeah, I think we’ve both learned a lot this afternoon.”

Holding his gaze, you suggest,

“Same time next week..?”

Continue studying with Lesson 2: Male anatomy

A/N 2: I’ve been having thoughts about making this a miniseries, so please let me know if you’d like to see a second “lesson” 😉

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[starrystevie]

"what's that?" dustin asks one night, eyes zeroed in on steve's chest.

confused, he glances down to where his button up has opened a bit at the neckline, not seeing anything on his skin other than the chain around his neck and bits of chest hair.

"what's what, henderson?"

the chain is simple silver, and at the bottom hidden under his shirt is a ring. he was gifted one of eddie's when they made whatever they were official. eddie let him pick, let steve trail his fingers feather light over his hands and over heavy silver until he found one he liked.

"you gonna pick one in this century?" eddie teased, looking up at him from under his lashes, smirking in the way that gives steve butterflies.

"this is an important decision," steve murmured out in a low voice, his light touch sending shivers down eddie's spine. "i can't just settle on one."

he ends up with a mood ring, one that eddie swore he only had because he needed something on his otherwise bare hand but steve knows it's because he thought it looked mysterious. sliding it off his finger is easy, placing a kiss on the pale bit of skin left behind is even easier.

it doesn't fit on his finger, not even close. he could barely squeeze it onto his pinkie but even then they had to use strawberry lube to get it off after it gets stuck.

"you don't have to wear it," eddie said, defeated with his big brown eyes breaking steve's heart into pieces.

but the thing is, steve is a little more than head over heels for him. he'd do anything to make eddie happy, make him feel loved, and being offered a ring in the first place had him feeling like he could fly. he wanted to show it off, flaunt it around like it was more than a mood ring because it was.

just because his fingers were too big didn't mean he couldn't keep the ring on him at all times. which is how he ended up with it on the simple silver chain around his neck.

the night he showed eddie for the first time, crawling up the bed shirtless to push him into the pillows with a searing kiss, was a night he wouldn't soon forget. eddie stared up at him with something that looked like love dancing behind his eyes as the ring dangled between them, glinting in the moonlight coming in through the bedroom window.

"you're wearing it?" eddie's voice was soft, reverent, as he took a hand up to cover the ring with his hand, pushing it into steve's chest right above his heart. he bent down to give eddie another kiss, relishing in the quick bite of pain that comes from the pressure of him pushing the metal into his chest.

"of course i'm wearing it, babe," steve said against his lips with a smile. "not gonna be able to get me to take it off now."

true to his word, steve never takes it off unless absolutely necessary. he wears it in his sleep, when he slides in behind eddie and curls around him. he wears it to work under his shirts, the metal warm against his skin as it thumps along with his heartbeat. he wears it around the house, when they go out on dates, when he showers. he wears it when he knows eddie will see the outline of it peeking through a tight shirt, driving him crazy.

it becomes habit for eddie to find it, fiddle with it over steve's clothes while they watch tv on the couch. they'll be pressed up against each other, limbs entwined, with his hand directly over the ring, rising and falling with every breath steve takes.

wearing it at all times, however, seems to be causing a bit of a problem. one that even dustin can see.

"don't be obtuse," he tuts as if he was chastising a child, "who gave you a bruise on your chest?"

"what are you talking about, i don't have a bruise on my-"

steve rolls his eyes and goes to the bathroom, flicking on the overhead light and pushing his chest out to get as close the mirror as possible. sure enough, sitting right above his heart, is a barely there bruise. it's a little green, a little brown, but definitely there.

there's something to be said about having eddie bruised above his heart. something to be said about having the indent of his ring pressed into his skin where he's the most vulnerable. the place where he had to learn how to take his armor off to let eddie see in the first place.

steve looks between the bruise and his face, back and forth and back again and watches as his smile grows wide, grows soft around the edges, grows into something that is vaguely eddie shaped which somehow makes it grow even softer.

he can hear eddie get home, the front door slamming as he shouts a too loud welcome to dustin and drops his toolbox onto the floor. his heart thuds a little bit like it always does when he realizes eddie is nearby, and he thinks if he could look close enough, he'd see his eddie shaped bruise jump along with it.

carefully, steve strokes his fingers over the discoloration, presses down just enough to feel it zing through his nerves like the lightning that eddie himself is. he watches as the skin turns pale before blooming back to life again.

steve thinks there's something there that he can't put his finger on. something thrumming through his veins that he can't give a name to.

"baby, you've got to come see this!" he yells into the living room.

something that he has all the time in the world with eddie to eventually figure out.

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[hellfirexhoe]

Camping | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Prompt from the lovely @wallpapertown  ( i did run with it a little but i hope you still enjoy! )

summary: the group goes camping together, but forgetful minds mean close quarters for Eddie and the reader.

warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, smutty smutty smut, buddies sharing a tent, skimpy clothes, slightly pervy!eddie, groping, fingering, p in v unprotected (who brings condoms to a friendly camping trip), once again jonathan does not exist in my writing, your friends definitely know whats going on in the tent. one use of y/n, pegging joke, pet names.

word count 3.1k words

You’d known about the plans for a camping trip for a few weeks, but in classic you fashion, you’d left all your preparation until the last minute, frantically throwing clothing and snacks into your truck. Certain you were packed, you lifted your cooler from your kitchen with ease,

“Shit shit shit, I need ice!” You ran to the freezer and saw the ice trays empty, meaning you’d have to grab ice from a nearby store. You were so focused on grabbing the ice that you failed to notice your tent was still on the kitchen table as you left the house.

In fact, your forgetfulness didn’t dawn on you until about 2 hours later, when you found the spot Robin had suggested. Steve is the first to notice you pulling up and points out the lack of tent in your truck bed,

“I was so focused on grabbing ice for the cooler that I totally forgot my tent.”

“Jesus, we’re not doing well today.”

“What do you mean?”

“Robin forgot her tent too, she was so fixated on marshmallows for s’mores that she blanked on it. Her and Nancy are sharing. Casa’s Harrington and Munson are looking perfect though.” Steve gestures to the only tents that are standing, Nancy trying to help Robin set up her tent. “Uh, I guess I can sleep with Eddie and you can have my tent to yourself?”

Eddie appears behind you, “What’s that about sleeping with me? I’m flattered Steve but I thought this was a friendly camping trip.”

“No idiot, y/n forgot her tent, so I said I’ll share with you and she can have my tent.”

“Or she can stay in my tent? She stays over at mine plenty?” Steve shrugs and turns back to you,

“Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

You link your arm through Eddie’s, “I think I’ll stick with my sleepover buddy and let you enjoy your tent to yourself.” As you speak you’re interrupted by the sound of canvas ripping and you turn to Robin and Nancy, Robin has forced a tent pole into a part that did not require a pole and has destroyed Nancy’s tent. Steve pinches the bridge of his nose,

“Alright, Robin and Nancy can have my tent. I’ll sleep on the chairs outside.”

Eddie pats him on the back, “You’re a good dude. Alright, come on, you lets get you set up in the freak shack.” Eddie grabs your bag from your truck and leads you over to his tent. You set up your sleeping bag next to his, grateful that he’s got a large enough foam mattress set up so you wont destroy your back on the hard floor.

“Thanks Eds, I hope I’m not ruining any plans you have?”

“Plans? I plan to get high, eat so many s’mores I nearly vomit and then fall asleep to the sounds of nature; mosquitos flying around, sucking Steve dry for sure, bears fuckin’ beside the tent and a babbling brook. Sounds magical.” You both burst out laughing as you step out of the tent,

“Sorry, what was that about sucking me dry?” Steve glances up at you both from where he’s trying to set up a camp fire, this only serves to make you and Eddie laugh more,

“Relax Harrington, I meant the mosquitoes. Our sexual chemistry isn’t coming to a head just yet. I’m more of a slow burn man myself.” It’s already starting to get dark but finally, sparks fly and the campfire is lit, Robin comes running over, hands full of treats, gleefully grinning as her and Nancy start setting up s’mores and passing them around.

~~~

A couple of hours pass and you’ve all got a nice contact high from Eddie and are now getting sleepy. Robin and Nancy go to bed first, with you and Eddie sloping off to his tent shortly after,

“Alright Steve, I don’t want to feel you climbing into my sleeping bag with me at 3am.” Eddie nudges Steve who is pulling blankets over himself and nods at him,

“I can’t promise anything, not if I hear ‘bears fuckin’ beside the tents’.” Eddie pulls his shirt off once you’re both in the tent and starts undoing his jeans, you look away, his habit of undressing in front of you never really seemed to bother you until you had realized, with a certain degree of horror, that you had caught feelings for one of your best friends. Now, you had to look away, afraid he’d catch you ogling and be creeped out.

“Alright, I’m decent now, you prude.” Eddie is in his sleeping bag, leaning on one elbow and watching you intently. “You gonna get ready for bed or what?”

“Turn around pervert. No free shows.” Eddie rolls over, back turned to you as you unzip your bag you silently curse yourself. You’d thrown in clothes not really paying much attention, and since you’d thought you’d be alone you had just grabbed the first pyjama set you found.

Unfortunately this meant you were now faced with the prospect of sleeping in either the jeans and t shirt you’d been in all day, and would definitely guarantee a shitty night’s sleep. Or you could wear the black lacy, almost see through shorts and matching tank top you had grabbed in your haste. You weigh up your options and look over your shoulder, confirming Eddie is still facing away from you.

As long as I stay in my sleeping bag, zipped up tight, he won’t know what I’m wearing. You reason with yourself as you quickly undress and put the skimpy pyjamas on. You wriggle into your sleeping bag and zip yourself in,

Eddie rolls back around unprompted,

“Well hello there, come here often?” You snort,

“Can’t say I do, what I wanna know is how we’ve been friends for so long and I never pegged you for someone who liked camping, or even owned a tent.”

“Well first of all darling, you’ve never pegged me, not even once. And second of all, Wayne and I used to go when I was younger, when my dad went to prison for the first time. Said it’d be good to get me out of the trailer. I forgot how nice it actually is to just be outside, listening to the world, breathing in that camp fire smell.”

Your cheeks feel hot from Eddie’s nickname, and you feel guilty at all the sordid thoughts running through your mind while your friend is opening up to you. Fortunately, Eddie is saved from hearing you make a bad joke by a strange, animal noise from outside. You hear a chair fall and assume Steve has hopped up so quickly he’s knocked his chair over.

“Uhhhh Rob, Nance? Do you guys think I could squeeze in? Pretty sure I just heard a bear.” You hear grumbling and a zipper being undone as Steve joins their tent.

“Shit do you really think he heard a bear, Eddie?” You shuffle closer to him, in an almost wormlike fashion since you’re sealed in your sleeping bag. Eddie chokes back a laugh and wraps an arm around you,

“Well, I’d keep you safe if there was, but between you and me... that was a deer, not a bear.” You snuggle into Eddie’s arm, enjoying the bonus warmth radiating off of him.

“You cold?”

“A little.”

“Well, get in my sleeping bag then, I’ll keep you warm. No funny business though, I’m a honest man.”

“No, its fine, this is fine.” You tap Eddie’s arm that’s around you,

Eddie huffs as he presses a hand to your face, “Nope, you’re freezing, you’re getting your ass in this sleeping bag with me even if I have to unzip you and pull you in myself.”

“Okay, okay. Just... look away for a second?” Eddie places a hand over his eyes and shifts back so there’s room for you in his sleeping bag. You climb in, trying not to let the fabric of your pyjamas touch his skin, you fail miserably at this due to the fact that a single man sleeping bag is not designed for two people.

“Jesus christ, what are you wearing right now?”

“Just some pyjamas...”

“Bull. ‘just some pyjamas’“ Eddie mimics your voice as he turns up the brightness on the lantern and whistles when he is able to see your clothes. “Did you think this camping trip was code for orgy or something?”

“No, I just wasn’t paying attention when I was packing.”

“How come you never wear stuff like this when you sleep over at mine?”

“Well first off, imagine poor Wayne if he bumped into me wearing this while I was just trying to go to the bathroom. And second, its not really appropriate clothing to wear when you��re sleeping in your best friend’s bed.” Eddie wanted to disagree, while he loved you in his over sized shirts and your long pyjama bottoms he couldn’t help but want you in this when you next stayed over. Absentmindedly he starts tracing the patterns in the lace around your hip,

“What are you doing?”

“ ‘s pretty. Do you want me to stop?”

You bite your lip and shake your head, leaning back onto him, feeling his warm chest touch your cold back.

“You’re freezing, silly girl.” Eddie chastises you gently, wrapping his arms around you, you try to wriggle away a little when you feel your butt touch his crotch but he’s having none of it, “You’re not getting hypothermia on my watch. Just sit still and warm up.” You both stay like this for a while, Eddie pretending the whole situation isn’t making him hard as a rock and you pretending you can’t feel his erection pressing into your ass. Eddie shifts slightly to ease a small cramp in his leg and accidentally rubs his cock across your clothed ass, and a small moan escapes your lips. You quickly clamp your jaw shut and pray he didn’t hear you. Meanwhile Eddie, who definitely did hear you has a grin like a cheshire cat,

“You okay there?”

“Mhm.”

“Then what was that little moan I heard?” Eddie whispers into your ear, “You’re wearing this skimpy little outfit, pressed up against me, and now you’re moaning? Must be trying to start something, or drive me crazy.” Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire,

“Eddie, I...”

“Relax. I’m not blind you know. I do see the way you look at me when you think I can’t see you. I just wish you could see that I’m looking at you the same way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, dumbass,” Eddie pauses to kiss your cheek, “I like you too. And I’m here if you want to do something about it. Or we can pretend that everything’s fine and we’re just best friends. But at some point one of us will get hurt.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you either, but then that leaves us with one option.”

You roll over to face him,

“You want this? I mean you want to be with me?”

“God help me I really do.” Eddie’s hands are stroking your face, his big brown eyes are soft as they look into your eyes, before his gaze drops to your lips and he leans in slowly, giving you time and room to back away, you close the distance quickly, pressing your lips to his, he gasps into the kiss and his hands travel down to your waist, pressing your body flush against his. Your hands grab Eddie’s and bringing them up to your chest, you place them on your breasts and he pulls away from the kiss,

“Okay you must really be trying to drive me crazy.” Eddie starts kissing and biting your neck as he plays with your breasts over your shirt. Keen to return the favor you start palming him through his underwear,

“Baby.” Eddie speaks between kisses, “How far do you want to go right now, bearing in mind our friends are literally meters away and tents are not known for their soundproofing?”

You pull away from him and scoot to the tent’s entrance, peeking out through a small hole you’ve unzipped, the tent next to yours is dark, they’ve turned their lantern off and you can’t hear any voices.

“I think they’re asleep Eds...” Eddie kneels beside you and peers out, listening intently. Without warning, you turn his head to yours and pull him in for a kiss before pushing him down to lay on his back, “So I think we can do whatever feels right.” You rock your hips on his bulge, unsubtly getting your point across. Eddie nods and his hands come to your shorts and a loud tearing sound follows,

“Eddie!” You gasp as he rips your clothes from you,

“What?” He asks nonchalantly, kissing your neck as your top suffers a similar fate, “Not my fault these are so fragile.” Eddie rolls you over so he’s on top of you and runs his hands over your body, almost possessively,

“Liking what you see?”

“Its better than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams.”

“Dream about me often Eds?”

“Only every night.” He returns to kissing your neck, as his left hand tangles in your hair his right hand is tracing a path further down your body until his cupping your bare pussy, “Can I please play with you?” He’s almost pleading with his tone,

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Eddie smirks and slowly runs his finger over your clit, hissing as he feels how soaking you are, tracing an almost painfully slow pattern until his fingers are just ghosting over your entrance, “I bet you feel incredible inside.” Eddie whispers in your ear, continuing to tease you with his fingers, waiting for you to ask him nicely.

“Why don’t you find out?” Eddie laughs,

“Nope. You’ve got to be a polite little lady about it and ask me.”

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“Eddie please please please touch me.”

“I am touching you?” He pretends to be confused for a moment before he slips his middle finger into you, making you gasp, “Only because you look so pretty when you beg.” He kisses you again, muffling the moans coming from your mouth. He feels you tightening up and adds another finger, stretching your pussy out more, and making you whine as he starts curling his fingers inside you, rubbing your g-spot mercilessly while his thumb traces circles around your clit.

“Eddie, fuck, Eddie you’re going to make me cum.”

“Good. I want to watch your face while you cum all over your best friend’s fingers.” He says with a wicked grin, his fingers working relentlessly until the knot that’s formed in your stomach is untied and Eddie’s having to clamp his hand down on your mouth to muffle the filthy sounds coming out of it as your orgasm wracks through your body, your pussy clenching around on his fingers, your thighs and butt twitching of their own accord.

Once you’ve calmed down Eddie takes his hand off of your mouth and slowly removes his fingers from you, admiring the strings of your arousal on them, before slowly and deliberately sucking each of his fingers clean.

“Well I was right about two things.” There’s a smug edge to his voice,

“And what would those be?” Your voice is still shaky,

“One, that you would feel fucking incredible inside. And two, that you would make the filthiest sounds when you cum. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about both things.” Eddie admits, shamelessly. “There’s only one more thing I’m still pondering.”

“And what would that be.”

“How fucking incredible you would feel around my cock. Am I allowed to find out tonight?”

You nod, eager for more, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“You sure? We don’t have to. I don’t have any condoms with me so it would be, raw you know.”

“No condoms?”

“No, I was under the impression this was a friends-only camping trip and didn’t want to seem like I was hoping for a group sex in the woods kind of weekend. So, we do not have to have sex tonight if you want us to use protection.”

“There’s a pharmacy somewhere around here right?”

Eddie shrugs, “Must be, why?”

“Because I’m going to need the morning-after pill tomorrow.” Eddie catches your drift immediately and starts easing his underwear down, he presses the tip of his cock at your entrance,

“If you need me to stop or change your mind please just say okay? I wont be mad, I promise.” 

“Eddie, please just fuck me already.” Eddie chuckles and slowly slips himself into you, biting his bottom lip to hold back a loud groan as he feels your silken walls stretching around him. You have to hold back a similar noise, though you choose to bite down on his shoulder to hold your own noise back. Once he’s got you full to the brim with his cock he looks down at you,

“Ready?” You nod and Eddie starts pulling back slightly before slamming back into you, keeping the rhythm slow and deep, you’re panting and trying to hold back so many erotic sounds,

“Baby, you’re taking this so well, and you’re doing so good at being nice and quiet for me.” Eddie kisses you, letting you moan into his mouth as he continues his pace, the depth of his thrusts making your back arch off the mattress. Eddie has to break the kiss to catch his breath so quickly covers your mouth while your eyes roll back slightly.

“Good fucking girl,” Eddie praises you non-stop while he’s fucking you, his words coming out in quick whispers as he holds back his own moans while you’re tightening around him,

“Eddie ‘m getting close,” You pant, “You need to do something so I’m not loud.” Eddie has picked up his pace now, slipping in and out faster and harder than before, relishing as you struggle to stay quiet. He’s getting close too, he’s barely hanging on but desperate to feel you finish around him. Your pussy is getting so tight he almost has to stop fucking you and your breathing is getting erratic as the warm glow that started in your lower stomach is spreading, pleasure completely wiping your brain of any logical thought, or any consideration to the current situation, so that when you do finish around Eddie, its with a loud scream of his name, which makes Eddie finish inside you with a similar cry of your name.

Eddie crashes down beside you, completely spent, sweat running down his body,

“Well we tried to be quiet? That’s got to earn us some points right?” He’s still breathless as he speaks.

“No, they’re going to be hell when we have breakfast tomorrow Eddie.”

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[usedtobecooler]

Stocking Stuffer prompt: phonesex with Eddie and the not so innocent reader?

smutty stocking stuffers day five — eddie munson x reader

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk

Word Count | 2k

A/N | just when i think i’ve almost exhausted all sexual scenarios involving eddie somebody will suggest something i’ve never done 🫣🤍

It’s pitch dark in your bedroom. You know that much as you groggily rouse from your deep sleep to the shrill ring of the telephone by your bedside, unaware of how long you’ve actually been asleep for. It’d been a long day, you’d gotten home and just passed out the moment your head hit the pillow, blocking out the world in favor of a peaceful nap.

You pick up the receiver, holding it to your ear, “Hello?” You whisper, voice gravelly and throat dry, and you so desperately wish you’d thought of taking a cup of water from the kitchen before descending the stairs earlier.

“Hey, sweet thing,” Eddie Munson’s cool voice echoes down the phone, and you find yourself struggling with not rolling your eyes, because of course it’s him calling at this hour, “I can’t imagine O’Donnell would be happy to find out her best student didn’t show up for tutoring her worst student tonight.”

“Shit,” You mutter, rubbing at your sleep crusted eyes and groaning, “Sorry, Eddie. I fell asleep, forgot we were meant to study tonight. I can do tomorrow instead?”

“No can do, sweetheart, got Hellfire tomorrow night,” Eddie shuffles around on the other end of the phone, and you wonder what the fuck he could be doing, “What am I meant to do now, hmm? It’ll be your fault if I fail this class again, babe.”

“If you were that concerned you’d bail on your silly little club to study tomorrow,” You hum in disapprovement, flicking the switch on your bedside lamp and flopping down onto your back, hand splayed out on your belly – comfortable, “What time is it? I can maybe come now?”

“It’s one in the morning, I don’t think mommy and daddy would like their little princess sneaking out at this hour to meet up with a delinquent,” Eddie’s chuckle is deep, and you find your stomach doing flips because of it, “They might think you’re up to no good, we can’t have that, can we?”

You wriggle around a little, cheeks flushing hot, “Maybe I want them to think that,” You speak honestly, a breathy little sigh escaping you, “‘Good girl’ like me corrupted by the town freak? People would eat that shit up.”

“Maybe she’s not as good as everybody thought,” Eddie muses, and you can tell he’s grinning by his tone, “Have a feeling you’d get a sick thrill out of that, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, maybe,” You agree, hand gliding down your belly to dip into the waistband of your pajama shorts, unable to contain yourself, your pussy fluttering just at listening to him speak, “Hey, Eddie? I might have a way I can make it up to you.”

“Really, do tell,” Eddie’s humoring you now, he’s already right where you are, bare cock slapped up against his belly. He’s never been so fucking glad to sleep naked in his life.

“Yeah,” Your breath hitches as you dip your hand into your pretty underwear, fingers gliding through your folds to find them already soaked, you shudder at the feeling, “What’re you wearing?”

Eddie barks out a laugh, the unexpectedness of your bold question catching him completely by surprise, “Nothing,” He answers honestly, cock kicking up against his belly, leaving a smear of precum behind, “What about you? Probably a virginal white nightgown, knowing you.”

“Shorts and panties, some ratty old shirt – they’re black, though. Good girls don't always have to be virgins,” You remind him, and you catch the strained noise that comes from his throat on the other end, vibrating straight to your cunt. You swipe your fingers over your clit, sating the hunger only momentarily, “Wanna touch yourself?”

“Oh, is that what we’re doing?” Eddie feigns idiocy, even as he leans over to rummage in his bedside drawer for his bottle of lube. He uncaps it quickly, squirting a heavy amount onto the thick underside of his cock. You make a shocked noise on the other end, “I like it wet.”

“Lucky for you, my pussy is always wet,” You deal the first gut wrenching blow, and Eddie whimpers in response. You hear his fist wrapping around his cock, sliding up and down to get him nice and soaked with the lube, “Go on then, tell me what you wanna do.”

“Finger yourself for me, sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice is gruff on the other end, clearly overcome with the pleasure of his own fist on his hard cock. It does things to you, makes your pussy flutter.

You don’t know why you do it with zero issue, slipping your middle and ring fingers deftly over your hole, catching and dragging on the entrance so you can get them nice and slick, “Fuck,” You sigh quietly, sinking them both into your cunt in one swift motion, “My fingers are too short, I can’t reach that well. Bet your thick fingers would feel so good.”

Eddie chokes on his own spit, face flushing hot, “You’ve noticed my fingers before? Dirty girl, maybe you’re not so innocent after all.” His breathing hitches as he thumbs over the head of his cock, hand working himself and wrist twisting at the top few inches.

"Hard to ignore them, Eddie," You moan, tilting your head to the side so that you can rest the phone between your ear and your shoulder, dipping your other hand into your panties so you can thumb at your clit, a raspy little contented sigh escaping you, "Those fucking rings bring all the attention to them."

"Bet you'd love it if I fingered you with them on," Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, trying hard to rid himself of the image in his head otherwise this'll all be over too quick, "Wanna see you come all over them. I'd make you lick them clean, but you'd like that, huh?"

You gasp quietly at his words, voice going straight to your core, "I would, Eddie." You admit, thumb swiping over your sensitive nub in time with your fingers fucking in and out of you. You're so wet that the schlicking noises boom in the otherwise quiet room, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on even more, "Then I'd sink down on that big, fat cock. It's big, isn't it? I know it is. Can see the outline of it in your jeans."

"You're sick, baby," Eddie loses composure but only for a moment, slicking up and down his cock almost languidly, not quite tight enough to send him reeling but just enough to feel nice, so that he doesn't fuck himself over and come too quickly, "That pretty little mouth needs shutting up."

"Maybe you should do it for me, then," You're bouncing off of each other in an odd fight, and you're unable to tell if you're both equally as submissive or equally dominant, "Stuff those fingers in my mouth and choke me. You freaks are all into that shit."

Eddie can't help the groan that escapes him at that, almost admitting defeat, squeezing his cock a little tighter, hips betraying him and fucking up into his fist, the name calling always did it for him, "That makes you a freak too, no? Wanting me to choke you with your cunt stuffed full."

"Maybe it does," You shrug, fingers slipping in and out of your wet pussy like it's nothing, and you grow frustrated, "Don't feel full enough, Eddie. Wish you were here, your dick would slide into my soaked pussy so easy. You'd love it, I promise. I'd let you be so rough, wanna feel you in my throat you're that deep."

“You’d like that, babygirl? Like my big cock rearranging your guts?” Eddie gasps, hand flying up and down his cock with a renewed fervor, the wet noises of his lube covered hand ringing through your ears down the phone, and you’re gasping out loud, crooking your fingers to seek out that spongy spot.

“Mmph,” You garble in return, and Eddie’s deep chuckle has you clenching around your own fingers, thumb slipping over the soaked nub of your clit, sending you reeling, body like a livewire. Eddie always had such a mouth on him even in public, you might’ve known he’d put it to good use in the bedroom.

“You’re such a good slut for me, aren’t you? You’ll let me take that tight pussy whenever I want, yeah?” Eddie’s demeanor doesn’t falter, as he focuses his attention on the mushroom tip of his cock, fist twisting around it until his hips are bucking up.

“Anytime, Eddie. I’m your dirty slut,” You cry, the slick sounds of Eddie’s hands on himself making your skin burn up, doing things to you that you never expected. He’s insatiable, knows what you want before you even know yourself, knows just what to say and how to say it to get you going.

“Oh my fucking god, y’r killing me, sweetheart,” Eddie groans, watching as the head of his cock slides through his fist, stomach coiling and muscles tensing, “Wish it was your cunt I was fucking right now, need it, baby.”

You whine in response, the slick from your pussy drenching your inner wrist as your fingers sink in and out, making a mess of yourself and the sheets, “Gonna fuck me in the van before school tomorrow, Eddie? You promise? Make a mess of my needy pussy?”

“Shit, you want that?” Eddie’s stuttering over himself now, gasping and clamping his hand down at the base of his cock to stop himself from coming on the spot, “Wanna go to class full of my jizz? Leaking down your thighs in that pretty little skirt?”

You nod. It’s redundant because he can’t see you but you don’t care, “I’m gonna come, Eddie. Keep talking to me like that please,” You plead, thumb relentless on your own clit as your body starts to wind up in a tell tale sign of an impending orgasm, fingers crooking and just barely reaching your g-spot, you ache for Eddie’s skilled fingers inside of you, finding all the spots you struggle with.

“Right there with you, sweetheart,” Eddie moans, throwing his head back and baring his throat, hand going straight back to working his cock, fist tightening, chasing his own high, “Can’t wait for you to ride my cock, like the good fucking girl you are. Tell me you wanna take it,”

“Wanna take it, Eddie,” You cry, walls clenching sporadically on your own fingers, tummy coiling up tight, “Wanna feel you in my guts, fuck, fuck,”

“That’s it, sweet thing. Come thinking of my fat dick in your tight pussy, pounding it ‘til you can’t take it anymore,” Eddie’s hips fuck up into his own fist, precum weeping from the slit of his cock, “Baby, you’re gonna make me come. Come with me, yeah?”

“Ed– Eddie!” You squeal, tummy unraveling as you come, unable to handle Eddie’s words any longer, clamping your thighs together uncontrollably as you gush all over your fingers, making a mess of yourself – the receiver drops from between your ear and shoulder, but you still make out Eddie’s gruff moan of your name as he spills into his own hand.

You lie there momentarily, catching your breath as you slide your soaked hands from your soiled shorts, grimacing as the cold, wet material snaps back onto your puffy cunt. You pick up the receiver, “Still there?” You ask quietly, trying hard to contain your smirk.

“Pick you up at seven tomorrow for school?” Eddie pants down the phone, trying hard to ignore how good you sound after coming for him, in fears his cock will kick up again too quickly. He needs to ask before you hang up and it becomes a forgotten thing that’ll never happen.

You grin, rolling your eyes, but your belly does flips thinking of Eddie’s big hands all over you, thinking of getting to see his cock for the first time, “Okay... bring condoms.”

“So long as you bring your pretty ass in that tight little miniskirt.”

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[kurtie4life96]

Song request: im afraid to go to heaven with Eddie but make it sexy PLEASE

I'm Afraid I'll Go To Heaven

E.M. × F! Reader

Summary: Eddie is sick and tired of being called a "Satanist". Maybe his best girl friend can help him relieve that frustration.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, dom!Eddie, sub!reader, graphic, rough sex, unprotected sex, a bit of ritualistic sex, choking, BLOOD play, KNIFE play, exhibitionism, spitting, handcuffs, masochism/sadism, oral (f receiving), anti-christianity, Christian protesters, smoking

THIS IS VERY ANTI RELIGIOUS/CHRISTIANITY. DO NOT READ IF THAT'S OFFENSIVE TO YOU. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

"Here we go again." Eddie mumbled through gritted teeth.

You sat in the passenger seat of his van as he turned into the trailer park, a swarm of angry protesters with picket signs shouting at the two of you, scattered across the front of his house.

"The cops won't do anything?" You asked, sighing out of frustration.

He laughed, motioning towards the protesters, "Nope. Why should they, anyway? I am part of the satanic panic, after all."

After the events of the Upside Down and Eddie almost dying, he was nearly charged for the murders that Vecna had committed. Miraculously, Hopper had managed to clear his name, placing the blame on Jason, as he was there when Patrick died, mercilessly bullied Fred, and his girlfriend was Chrissy. Plus, Jason was now dead. It was all too easy.

But the people of Hawkins still weren't convinced, still called Eddie a murderer, a Satanist, a devil worshipper.

They protested at Hawkins High, his graduation, even going as far to protest outside of his house.

The crowd slowly started to dissipate after a few months, but they were still relentless, calling him a sinner, a murderer, telling him he was going to burn in hell, to repent.

You had tried to protect your friend from these people. You'd screamed at them, threw trash at them, stuck by his side.

But Eddie was still miserable. And they were never going to stop.

Eddie pulled up in front of his trailer, parking and turning his van off. People began to surround it immediately, yelling at him, perhaps the both of you, holding up picket signs with some of the most vile words on them you'd ever seen.

He ran his hands through his hair, agitated, and punched the steering wheel suddenly, cursing to himself.

You reached your hand out to gently hold his, an attempt to calm him down, "We just have to ignore them and go inside."

Eddie snatched his hand away from yours, hurting your feelings a little, but you understood his anger, not taking it too personally.

"I'm sick of just ignoring them!" He exclaimed, wide-eyed, "I know that's what Hopper said to do, but I can't do it anymore, I just- I can't do it!"

He opened the car door and you quickly followed, rushing towards him as he confronted one of the middle-aged, bearded protesters, getting in the man's face.

"You need to repent, young man," he started, "if you want to live forever, be with loved ones in Heaven, you must confess-"

"I don't wanna live forever!" Eddie shouted, taking an even closer step towards him, making the man stumble back a bit.

"You're going to burn in hell-"

"Then so be it!" Eddie smiled maniacally, throwing his hands up in the air, turning around to face the crowd, "I don't want to go to Heaven, I'm afraid to go to Heaven!"

You looked to the crowd, worried, as they began to argue with him, but Eddie cut them off quickly.

"I'm not afraid of a so-called Devil, or- Satan, I'm afraid of being around people like you forever!" He paused to laugh again, screaming, "It's like me- people like me, are your only entertainment in this shitty town now!"

Eddie snatched a picket fence from a nearby protester, smashing it on the gravel, and throwing the broken wooden stick on the ground with an audible, frustrated groan.

The people went nearly silent for a moment, only quietly murmuring amongst themselves as your heart beat rapidly, waiting for Eddie's monologue to end.

"Whatever is waiting for me on the other side, I'm sure it's better than being around you Bible fucking, no spined, fiction loving fucking sheep!"

He was panting heavily now, turning red from rage as the silence continued. You grabbed his arm, giving it a gentle tug.

"C'mon Eddie, let's go inside now." You urged him with a soft, quiet voice.

"Yeah," he announced loudly, still glaring at the crowd, "let's go inside."

You both began to walk up the steps to the front door, Eddie turning towards them again for a moment to throw up his infamous devil horns, before flipping them off.

You walked in first, him slamming the front door behind him.

"You okay?" You turned to him, an empathetic, yet worried look on your face.

"Yeah," he let out a breathy chuckle, "yeah, I'm okay. Are you okay?"

You nodded, giving him a half smile, "Yeah."

Eddie sat down on the couch, sinking into it with a big sigh, fumbling with his rings, chewing on his lip as he stared off into space for a moment.

Little did he know how much your nerves were on fire, from the adrenaline and excitement you felt watching him get angry, snapping at the crowd and losing it a bit.

Watching him yell at the protesters, smash that sign, the way he stood up for himself, put those awful people in their place, it had butterflies filling your stomach, it made your face feel a little too hot. It didn't help that he was in a bad mood, that he was twirling his metal rings on his fingers.

Sure, you'd had a bit of a crush on Eddie of course, especially after his bravery fighting the demo bats, but you hadn't acted on your feelings. It wasn't the right time. He was going through too much, and the two of you had been close friends for years.

Eddie must have noticed you staring off into space too- or more so, staring at his hands, because he had said your name three times before he got your attention.

You perked up, coming back to reality and grinned awkwardly at him, playing with your hair anxiously.

"Sorry, what?"

He looked at you questioningly, like he was trying to read you, one of his hands gesturing towards the seat next to him, "I said, come sit."

"Oh, yeah, of course," you walked over towards the couch, sitting down next to him, feeling unable to relax.

"Smoke?" Eddie held up two cigarettes and a lighter, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, sure, thanks." You grabbed one from his fingers, staring at them a little too long again.

You put it between your lips, patting your pockets to look for your own lighter.

"Uh-uh," Eddie scolded you, putting his own cigarette between his lips, lighting yours and then his own, taking a long drag, "pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes."

You took a drag and smiled ear to ear, scooting closer to him until your thigh was touching his, shoving his shoulder playfully, "I've heard that one a few times now, Munson."

"Don't act like you don't like hearing it, though." He chuckled, then stopped, his smile fading away as he heard the faint voices from the protesters still outside.

"Fuckers," he spat, taking another long drag, "they're never going to leave me alone. They'll never leave you or Wayne alone, either. Not til' we leave the damn country or some shit."

"Yeah, probably not." You responded quietly, pursing your lips together, staring at your cigarette.

The both of you sat in silence for a few moments, deep in thought, watching the smoke circle around in the sunlight coming in through the blinds.

"What if there was another way?" You glanced over at him, asking nervously.

"What do you mean?" Eddie gave you a perplexed look.

"What if," you sighed, putting out your cigarette, your heart beginning to beat hard against your chest, "What if there was just... another way?"

"I'm not gonna 'repent for my sins', if that's what you're saying-"

"No, no," you shook your head, "fuck that, hell no. I mean... what if we scared them? Like... enough to make them go away? Leave you alone?"

"How?" Eddie scoffed, taking another puff of his cigarette before reaching his hand towards the ashtray to put it out.

"Hold on," you grabbed his arm abruptly, stopping him, your breathing shaky.

"What're you..." He trailed off, shifting in his seat.

You grasped his hand, keeping eye contact with him, as you slowly moved it towards the back of your forearm.

Eddie screwed his eyebrows together, in disbelief, as your forced his fingers on your forearm, putting his cigarette out on your skin.

You gasped in pain and hissed, your skin seering, before Eddie yanked his arm back, throwing it into the ashtray and grabbing your arm, inspecting the burn.

"What the fuck? Why would you do that? Are you okay? Jesus Christ, why? Why did you do that-"

"Eddie," you said his name softly, like a prayer, "Eddie... if it's okay, we should scare them."

He paused for a moment, still holding your arm, before responding, "What are you proposing?"

"I'm proposing," you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes, "we could make a mess. A mess that'll scare them for life."

Eddie raised an eyebrow at you, looking intrigued, pressing the pad of his thumb into your skin.

"What kind of mess?"

"Eddie, I like you. I know it's not the best time to tell you that, but you don't have to like me back," you continued to ramble, "I know the things you like to do when you're... having fun. You've told me. And I like the same things too, sometimes."

Eddie stared at you intently, leaning closer towards you, motioning for you to continue, "Go on, I'm listening."

You sighed, "You could use me, if you want, we could make a big scene, you know, scare them off, but only if you want to, you can say no-"

He interrupted you by grabbing both sides of your face, his rings cold against your skin as he crashed his lips onto yours, leaning into you as much as he could. Your body froze for a second, in shock, but you quickly kissed him back, resting your hands on his shoulders and humming contently.

"Oh, sweetheart, my pretty angel," Eddie broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, his lips grazing your own as he spoke softly, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Really?" You pulled back and looked into his dark eyes.

"Really." His lips curled in a smile, then slowly faded as he asked, "Are you sure that's what you want? Because- I could really hurt you."

You nodded eagerly, "Yes, yeah, it's what I want. It's what I want with you."

"Okay," Eddie sighed, sitting upright as he looked down at you, "but if it gets to be too much, tell me. There's... a lot of weird things I'd want to do with you."

You sat on your knees, gazing up at him, almost as if you were worshipping him. His beautiful brown eyes, his long, frizzy dark hair framing his face just right, his clothes, his plump lips making you feel intoxicated.

"Eddie," you assured him softly, reaching a hand towards his hair, brushing it with your fingers, "nothing is gonna be too much. I like weird. And with these insane assholes outside," you looked towards the window, "how about we make it fun? Like you said... we're just entertainment. Let's put on a show."

He stared down at you, breathless, his heart racing, feeling absolutely feral- a mixture of his anger, excitement, and the sight of you fully giving yourself to him.

Eddie looked over to the window above you that faced the front yard, the crowd still there shouting, and he opened the blinds, staring outside with a sinister smile.

There was a moment of quiet between the two of you, the air thick with tension and anticipation, as you gazed at each other with locked eyes, before Eddie crashed his lips against yours again, much harder this time as he grabbed your hair to yank your head back, his other hand gently cradling the side of your neck.

You moaned into each other's mouths lightly, the kisses increasingly becoming faster, animalistic, carnal, not being able to get enough of each other. You both panted heavily between kisses as you smoothed your hands down his sides, then sliding them under his shirt to feel his scars and soft skin.

Eddie slid his tongue across your bottom lip languid, feeling like silk, the taste of him silencing all of your thoughts as you licked into each other's mouths feverishly, deeply, him tasting sweet like cherry coke- before he bit down on it, hard.

Normally this action would make someone gasp, yelp, cry even- but not you. You sighed contently as Eddie sucked on your bleeding lip, then sat upright again to look down on you, as if he was a God.

"Open." He commanded in a low voice.

You did as you were told, knowing what was coming next. He spat your blood back into your mouth, the taste of iron flooding your senses. You swallowed, licking your injured lip before he could tell you to do so.

"Fuck," Eddie groaned, "you are fucking unreal."

He stood up from the couch suddenly, and before you could question him, he grabbed your ass and lifted you up, setting you down harshly on the top of the couch, your back facing the window.

"I can't wait to put bruises all over this pretty skin." He rasped.

He lifted your shirt up eagerly, pulling it off of you and tossing it to the side.

"No bra, huh?" He smirked.

Before you could respond, Eddie went straight for your jawline, at first kissing it sloppily, then getting greedy, sucking and biting on your skin brutally, as he palmed your breasts, groping them and pinching your nipples, making you gasp and arch into him, his hair tickling your shoulder.

He made his descent down your neck and chest, sucking your delicate skin so harshly it began to bleed as you huffed and raked your fingers through his hair and tugged, wrapping your legs around him, silently asking him for more.

He licked down slowly between your breasts, keeping eye contact with you, then took one into his mouth, kissing and swirling around his tongue.

"Eddie, please," you whimpered, still tasting iron, "more..."

"More what, pretty girl?" He asked in a husky voice.

"Just... more," you whined, "just- I want you!"

"Fuck," he moaned lowly.

He pulled down your pants and panties off your hips and legs frantically, but swiftly, throwing them to the side with your shirt.

Eddie stood back for a moment, admiring your now nearly naked body with hungry eyes- the only garment still on you being your slouch socks, your bare ass pressed up to the window, as you gazed at his lithe figure.

"Open your legs." He gently demanded.

You did as you were told, and he breathed out a shaky exhale as he gazed at your heat.

He looked up towards your face again, your bleeding bruises, your bloodied lip with hooded, unholy eyes.

You grasped the back of the couch with both hands, leaning your head back, and let out a desperate sigh.

"Eddie-"

He kneeled on the couch quickly, spreading your thighs apart, then sliding two fingers along your soaked lips, and began to move his tongue along your clit messy and rapidly, lapping at your heat with a heavy tongue that somehow felt like velvet.

You cried out a mixture of his name and expletives as euphoria gripped your body, arching into his mouth and your muscles tightening.

"Eddie," you cried, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god-"

He slipped two fingers into you easily, curling them harshly, you feeling his rings at your entrance.

You gasped at the action, raking your hands through his hair, and you felt him smirk against your wet heat as he began to snake his other hand up your bare chest.

You needed more of him, so much more, and you grabbed his wrist, beginning to guide it towards your neck.

Eddie instantly got the hint, and wrapped his big hand around your throat, pressing his fingers into the sides of your neck.

You groaned in pleasure as blood ceased to travel to your brain, ecstacy taking over every inch of your body as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he continued to savor you relentlessly.

"Harder," you managed to choke out, "please, harder-"

He moaned against you at your request and squeezed harder, making you see stars.

Your skin was on fire as you began to lose composure, and the world crashed around you, the strongest orgasm you've ever felt hitting its peak as you tried to moan, but your voice was strained.

Eddie continued to work you through your high, then kissed your sensitive nub, making you twitch before pulling back, his mouth slightly agape and wet with your slick as the both of you panted. He licked his lips and leaned towards you, kissing you gingerly as you tasted yourself on your tongue, then he promptly bit your lip again, reopening your wound.

"You look so hot when you're bleeding," he huffed against your mouth.

You gripped his shirt with one hand, then reached towards his hard, aching length with the other, making him groan.

"Eddie," you mumbled, "please, take them off, let me-"

"Next time, baby," he assured you, "next time. The sun is gonna go down. We need to hurry."

Your stomach fluttered at his words, 'next time', as you watched him take off his jacket and shirt swiftly, then pulling down his pants and checkered boxers, letting his cock free.

You stared at his length with wide eyes. You knew he would be a little big, but he was larger than you'd imagined. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight. You then watched him lean down to pull something out of his jean pockets.

Eddie stood up, holding up his switchblade, the sharp tip of it shining as he gazed at you intently.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Yes," you whispered.

"Give me your hand."

You reached your arm out to him, excitement and nervousness bursting in your abdomen.

"This is gonna hurt, okay?"

You softly smiled and nodded, "Okay."

He grabbed your wrist, pressing the blade into your palm and quickly slashing a line into it, blood beginning to pool in your hand immediately. You winced at the pain, but gave him a hum of agreement.

Nodding at you, Eddie took to his own hand, slicing it the same way he did to yours, blood dripping through his fingers.

He threw the knife to the side before intertwining his fingers with yours, pressing your bleeding wounds together, then grabbed the back of your head, leaning in to kiss you passionately.

He pulled back, and took to your chest, smearing the mixture of each others blood all over your neck and breasts, his eyes seemingly turned black.

You whimpered at the sight, but were pleasantly surprised by how much it turned you on, rubbing your thighs together for some friction as your core ached.

"Turn around." Eddie instructed you, grasping your thigh, motioning for you to turn over.

With a sharp inhale and exhale, you turned around, knees on the seats of the couch, hands grabbing the back of couch, as you looked out the window, the crowd of people still outside now looking back at you in horror.

You smirked at them maliciously, wiping your face, smearing it with more blood to terrify them even more.

Eddie groaned at the action and kissed your lower back, squeezing your ass, taking his length into his hand.

"You're the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me. And I'm gonna ruin you."

"Do it, Eddie," you whispered.

He lined his tip with your entrance, then gripped your hips harshly, slamming all the way into you with ease, bottoming out.

You both gasped loudly in unison, his cock stretching you out in a way that could only be described as perfect.

"You're so tight, fuck, you're gonna kill me baby." He groaned.

Eddie began to set a slow, but harsh pace, pounding into you deeply as you pushed back against his thrusts. It felt so much like Heaven, that you nearly forgot what you needed to do.

As he continued to snap his hips into yours harshly, you squeezed your wounded hand, collecting more blood in your palm, and dripped it onto the window, smearing it between his thrusts until you were satisfied that it was covered.

He began to fuck into you faster, hitting your cervix every time, as you began your work on the window, drawing a sloppy, inverted pentagram with your fingertips through the blood, the both of you cursing and moaning each other's names.

The crowd outside was horrified at the sight of your bloodied chest, the bloodied window, and the symbol you drew, making them leave the property rapidly in terror, like a bat out of hell.

You arched your back even more, goosebumps spreading across your skin as you both moaned, Eddie still fucking into you, raking his fingernails on your back, leaving behind a pattern of scratches.

Once you'd noticed that the voices outside had disappeared, you wiped your uninjured hand on the fogged, bloody glass, peering out the window.

"Eddie, fuck," you stammered between his thrusts, "it worked- they- they left. They all left."

He let out a breathy laugh, slowing down his pace, smoothing his hands up and down your back, "Oh, angel. You're so smart. Such a good girl."

You chuckled a bit through pants, reaching your arms back towards him to touch him, to hold his hands for a moment.

Eddie suddenly pulled out of you, and you whined at the loss, confused.

"What are you-"

Before you could question him, he grabbed your waist, lifting you up off the couch and making you yelp, throwing your naked body over his shoulder and quickly heading to his bedroom.

"Eddie," you laughed nervously, "what's happening?"

"Sh," he shushed you, placing a kiss to your side, then throwing you on your back onto his bed of messy sheets and blankets, gasping as your body hit the mattress.

You gazed up at him in anticipation, as he held his infamous handcuffs in one hand.

"Do you still want me?" He asked in a husky voice.

"Yeah, of course I do-"

"Good," He interrupted you and smiled wickedly, "arms above your head."

You bit the side of your lip and grinned, doing as you were told.

He got on the bed and crawled over you, placing the handcuffs over your wrists, clicking them in place, making sure they were tight, then kissed your injured lips softly.

Eddie leaned back, spreading your legs open for him gently, his length still rock hard.

"You're cumming like this."

You shivered at his words, and he gripped your hips, yanking them up towards his cock, and pushed himself inside of you.

"Fuck, Eddie,"

"Jesus, you're still so fucking wet," he cursed.

He began to thrust into you again, at first slow, but quickly becoming desperate, pounding into you with a harsh and fast rhythm, gripping your hips tighter and tighter, surely leaving bruises.

You felt fire in your abdomen as he continued to fuck into you, him biting and kissing your knee sloppily as the new angle of his cock hit your sweet spot every time.

"Eddie, I don't think I can last long, fuck-"

"Me too, sweetheart," he groaned, putting a hand between the two of you, circling your clit with his thumb as he watched himself disappear inside of you, "cum with me."

You felt his cock grow even harder against your walls, making your eyes nearly roll in the back of your head, tears burning at the corners as you almost sobbed, crying out expletives as your orgasm took a hold of you, shockwaves gripping your body.

Eddie felt your walls clench around him, making him come undone as he emptied himself deep inside of you, biting your knee to hold back a loud moan as he followed closely after you.

Your highs came to a halt, as he gently lowered you back down, and collapsed on top of you.

You both panted heavily against each other, trying to catch your breath as he finally slid out of you. He held the sides of your face and kissed you desperately, then planted kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

"So, uh, that was..." Eddie trailed off.

"Amazing. It was amazing." You finished his sentence breathlessly.

"Yeah?" He lifted his head up and smiled at you.

"Yeah," you smiled back, "we should... do this again... soon."

"Yes, we should," he kissed your forehead, "we really should. Gotta take you on a proper date first."

He sat up from the bed, and you whined at the loss of his body heat.

"Well angel," he started, "we need to clean up all the blood and stuff, ya know, and fix our hands before Wayne gets home."

"Yeah, we do, but Eddie," you showed him your hands, "you gotta get me out of these cuffs first."

"Oh yeah, yeah, duh," he laughed, "the cuffs. Of course. Just need to... find the keys." He began to look around his room worriedly.

"God dammit, Eddie."

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Our little secret - Eddie Munson

Teacher!Eddie x Student!Fem!Reader

Words; 3.5k

Synopsis; you don’t know that you are your favourite teachers, favourite student..

Warnings: P in V, Public sex?, Pet names, Oral (m receiving), mouth covering. Not proof read…

A/N; reader is over 18!!

“Ok if you could fuck any teacher, who would it be?” You friend Lilly asked boldly, and quite loudly in the middle of the University halls.

You and your friend Casey laugh at her confidence that nobody would hear her, or maybe she didn’t care. You tried to hide the embarrassment in your cheeks, knowing exactly who you would choose.

“I would definitely go for Cavill, he’s the sexiest English teacher I have ever seen,” she says, imagining the thing he would do to her in her own mind, lust in her eyes.

“Gross,” Casey scoffs, “I’d probably go for Misses Brown, she is something else,” she says, “You like women?” Lilly asks shocked, “I came out to you in fifth grade, what the fuck?” Casey scoff at her best friend of twelve years.

“Sorry,” Lilly says sitting back against the wall, “y/n, you?” She then avoids her best friends hatful gaze, “uhh I don’t know,” you said, lying, completely lying, you have had the most sinful crush on your music teacher Mr Munson since you started at this shit whole University.

“Seriously, I thought you would’ve gone for Cavil too,” Lilly says a little disappointed, “I’m not really, into older men,” you lie, all you were into was older men.

It’s not like your crush on Munson was illegal, he was in his mid thirties and you were almost twenty one, so even if anything did happen, which you highly doubt it would, it wouldn’t be illegal or anything. Would it break every single school rule ever? yes. Would he loose his job? Yes. But, like you said, it would never happen.

“What about Munson? He’s kinda cute,” Casey says, you cheeks instantly flush a red, “oh god, the things I would let him do to me,” Lilly laughed, you gagged at her horniness trying to ignore the embarrassment.

And of course next lesson was music, you always had a certain excitement for music. Maybe it was because of your sexy teacher, or maybe it was because of the instruments.

You sat down in your regular seat, next to Lilly near the back. Your guitar standing next to you ready for whatever you needed to learn today, “right,” you heard that familiar, masculine, raspy voice of your teacher.

God did you live the hot weather recently, all he had been wearing were these tight white tank tops and low black jeans, his long shaggy hair either in a messy bun or down. “Fuck,” Lilly gasped, you couldn’t help but feel maybe a little bit of jealousy when Lilly stared at him with her hungry eyes.

“Gross,” you stated crossing your arms again, your eyebrows furrowed, and expression a little tensed, but that immediately went away when your teacher shot a smile at you, god his smile was so perfect.

“Y/n, good to have you back,” he said, you just smiled back at him nodding. You had only missed yesterday, it felt a little weird he stated your presence and not Micheal’s who had been gone a week.

You watched as he explain a project to the class, you could never really pay attention, especially when he took a second to take a sip of his water, his jawline showing off in the best ways, his muscles flexing. God you could just faint right then and there.

“So get into groups of, four and get on with it,” he said clapping his hands together, which took you out of your little trance, “wait, what?” You said turning to Lilly, “What?” She asked, “What are we doing?” You asked, “Did you not just listen to anything he said?” She asked, “No,” you said in a stutter, a little embarrassed, “God you always zone out in music,” she scoffs, “You have a thing for Munson,” she then says pointing a finger at you, you covered her mouth almost immediately, looking over to see if anyone had heard her.

“Are you fucking crazy Lil?” You asked, and she just couldn’t help but laugh, “Shut up,” you said hitting her, “God, your such a liar,” she said shaking her head, “Can you just tell me what we are doing?” You asked, “groups of four, choose a song to perform next week,” she said.

“Your with me, right?” You asked, “god no, you suck, sorry,” she said, “Lilly,” you said, “maybe you should ask Ed if he’ll give you some extra lessons,” she said winking at you before going off to another group.

You rolled your eyes, you knew she meant it in a sexual way. But you couldn’t help but think about it, tutoring? You did need it, you could never get the rhythm right.

You sighed as you walked over to your teacher sitting at his desk, “Mr Munson,” you called out walking up next to him, he looked up to you, his pretty brown eyes making your legs weak, and his lips that you just wanted to kiss.

“Call me Ed, you’d know that by now y/n,” he smiled, “Ed,” you then said shaking your head, “I was, I was just wondering something,” you started, “yeah?” He asked, god why was every word that came out of his mouth so, attractive.

“I suck at guitar, and your a great teacher, so I was- I was wondering, could I maybe just get some extra, lessons maybe, I can’t actually afford a out of school tutor right now,” you said in a little ramble, he looked a little unsure at first, but then nodded “of course,” he smiled at you, you could just scream.

“Ok cool,” you went to walk away, but realised you needed actual times, so you turned back around, “What days? And uh times?” You asked, “How about Wednesdays after school, and Friday lunches,” he suggested, you just nodded awkwardly, “Cool, good, yes,” you said putting a thumbs up and walking away.

“Woah, where are you going?” Lilly stopped you from walking off, “Music,” you said, you forgot you hadn’t told them. “Wh- why?” She asked confused, “well, I asked Ed for extra lessons, and he said yes,” you admitted, “You actually asked?” Lilly stated, “Yeah, I mean I do suck,” you stated, Lilly looked to Casey, exchanging a look, “What?” You questioned.

“You gonna fuck him?” Lilly said with a smirk, “what, god no!” You said, every-time her boldness always shocked you. “I would,” she said in a disappointed tone.

“It’s just lessons, oh my god,” you said, “yeah and who else does Munson give lessons to?” Caste then budded in a asked, “I- i don’t know,” you said trying to figure out someone but finding no one. “He wants you,” Lilly says tapping your shoulder, “I hate you more and more everyday,” you said shaking your head at her immaturity and walking away from her.

“Go get him tiger,” she laughed out, as you flipped her off walking away. Annoyed by her.

You lightly knocked on the door, seeing the incredibly beautiful teacher at his desk, this time in a tight blue shit and black ripped jeans, his hair still down, and muscles still flexed.

“Hey, come in,” he said, you walked in shutting the door behind you and walked up to a seat, which he immediately grabbed another and sat in front of you.

You grabbed out your guitar, you felt nervous. Why did you feel nervous, god it was just lessons, absolutely nothing was going to happen, especially not during school, someone could see you even if you tried, although, there weren’t actually windows besides the one at the door and that was shut.

“Ok so, what do you think you have trouble with?” He asked, leaning in closer to you. You stutter a little at first, anxious at how close he was, Lilly’s words running through your mind.

“I think it has to do with staying on beat, rhythm, and speed,” you admitted to him, “okay, that’s something that’s easy to work on, you don’t have any problems with coordination do you? That’s always a hard one to sort out,” he said with a smile, “No,” you said simply.

“Ok cool,” he said, scooting even closer, he made you place your guitar in your lap like usual. “It’s all about practice really, and sometimes even just listening to the song your learning over and over again, but more focusing on the beats, you know?” He says and you just nod, trying to not zone out like usual.

“So, should we pick a song for you to do?” He asked, “I guess,” you said, “what’s your type?” He asked. You. “Music type?” He then added, and you replied with, “Mainly rock, punk,” you stated, watching as a smile grows on his face.

“Me too,” he nods, a blush covering your cheeks as he looks at you. “Any bands?” He asks, “Nirvana, Sabbath, I guess are my mains,” you stated, “Ok, well, smells like teen spirits start is a good start off,” he suggested, and you immediately shake your head, you hated how much that song was played, it was a good song but not something you could listen to over and over again anymore, it’s more of a once a year song.

He chuckles at your immediate response, “So your a real nirvana fan,” he says, “You could say that,” you smile back at him, “Ok, In bloom, is that fine?” He asks, you nod.

You practice the chords to the song for a minute to two, getting them pretty easily. The rhythm was easy with this one since you knew the song pretty.

But there was this one chord you couldn’t quite get, no matter how much he explain, you couldn’t get it, it was embarrassing honestly, you really did try.

“Ok here,” he said standing up, he came up behind you, his arms reaching around to glide over yours, you heart beat picked up its pace almost immediately.

“Here. And here,” he said placing your fingers in the ring position, “enough pressure to make it sound not muffled, but not to much to where it hurts,” he says, his voice was right by your ear and you were honestly so close to just running out of that room.

You do as he says, his touch made your skin turn in the best ways. You could feel goosebumps, and your core start to throb, you felt so disgusting but, good at the same time.

“Ready,” he said, holding your hand over the strings, “close your eyes,” he whispered, you could feel his breath on your neck, it was warm and yet it sent shivers down your spine.

You closed your eyes and let the pic hit the strings, strumming the chord perfectly. “There you go,” he said placing his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it before sitting back down in front of you.

“You wanna try and do it in timing now?” He asks, you nod doing as he says. You did it a little slower than the actual time, but doing it pretty well, “Well all you really have to do now is practice those keys over and over again,” he smiled, god this wasn’t ending, you really didn’t want this to end.

“Do you have a group for the project yet?” He asked, “nope, Lilly ditched me,” you said. “That’s okay, I mean it’s not okay, but- you don’t have to do it, since your newer than the others to this,” he smiled, “thanks,” you said.

It went silent for a second, and your eyes took control, they couldn’t help but roam at your teachers posture, leaning over, his elbows resting on his knees, still taller than you.

You watched as he then stood up, stepping right in front of you. His groin was right in front of you, you felt his fingers glide under your chin: you swear you were dreaming.

“Your kind of a perv you know,” he says, you stay silent in embarrassment, and in shock. “I see you staring in class, all the time,” he states, and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“I-,” you try to get words out but you can’t, everything about this was wrong, but making you so flustered you couldn’t breath almost. “It’s okay princess,” he said, god you could’ve melted at the pet name.

“I like it when pretty girls like you stare, especially you,” you watch as a smirk spreads across his lips, he leans down in a crotch position so you weren’t looking up at him. “Tell me,” he says, “what?” You managed to ask.

“Tell me what you think about when you stare,” he smirks. “Please,” he smiles, “i- fuck,” you said shaking your head not believing this is happening, looking down to the ground trying to comprehend the fact that Lilly was right.

His hand cups under your chin like before making you looking at him, “Tell me,” he said in slightly more demanding tone, which turned you on so very much.

“Depends,” you said, “depends on what?” He asks, “your wearing,” you say, “oh yeah?” He asks, “Tanks tops, I normally imagine ripping it off, straddling you in your chair, while you fuck my brains out,” you say, shyly but with other a stutter.

“I love imagining unbuckling your jeans, your leaned up on the wall while I suck you off,” you say another fantasy, “or, I’m on the wall and your the one giving me head,” you state.

“And, my personal favourite,” you smile seeing the way he’s dying on the inside, “bent over the desk, your hand over my mouth trying to keep me quiet as you slam into me, over, and over,” you say.

“You wanna make those fantasies a reality or keep it in that dirty little mind of yours,” he says, “making it a reality sounds nice,” you say, he nods agreeing with you, “yeah,” he says kissing you, you felt yourself fall completely apart then and there, honestly you wouldn’t care if anyone walked in, you just wanted him.

You felt his hands grip your hips pulling you up, legs wrapping around his waist. He placed you onto his desk, disconnected his lips from yours for a moment to lock the door, taking off his shirt on the way back over.

God, it was even better than you imagined. Your fingers trailed over his stomach, and then his chest, before coming back up to his neck and kissing him again.

“I don’t think you notice,” he breathed out as he kissed down your neck, “What?” You asked, trying to focus on something. “Me staring at you,” he admits, you smile at his words, feeling his hands glide under your top and lift it up and off of you. “Your my favourite student,” he says his fingers unclipping your bra, so effortlessly, so easily.

“Your my favourite teacher,” you say right after him, in which he laughs against your skin. Kissing over your chest, taking one of your breasts in, a gasp escaping your mouth as you feel the pleasure run over your chest.

“Y/n,” he says looking at you, you missed his lips on your skin already, “Hm?” You asked looking up at him, his eyes were so beautiful, “You cant tell anyone, not even your best friend,” he said, you had to be stupid to tell Lilly this, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, especially not about this, and Casey would definitely tell the blabber mouth anyways, “our little secret,” you said, watching a smirk form across his lips for the hundredth time.

“Good girl,” he said, you couldn’t help but whine at the pet name, loving it already. “You like that?” He asked looking back into your eyes, you bit your lip nodding, leaning into the hand he had on your neck, kissing down your chest once again.

“Sir,” you called out, he immediately stood right up at the name, smiling at your words. “Yeah princess?” He said, “Can I,” you gulped taking in another breath, “Can you?” He asked tilting his head a little forward furrowing his eyebrows.

You eyes looked down to his crotch area and he smile as you got what you were trying to say, “go ahead,” he said, your hands immediately went around his belt and you fell off from the desk onto your knees, pulling down his jeans and boxers, his length popping straight.

God, he was twice as big as you imagined. You were honestly intimidated by it, but you wrapped your hand around the lower half and licked a stripe up to the tip, hearing a soft moan escape from his lips.

“Good, good,” he whispered, his hand falling on your head, wrapping his fingers in your hair, you took a deep breath in before shoving him in your mouth, taking most of him in, just as much as you could, which was more than enough. You went slow for a second, feeling his tip hit the very back of your throat, but you got use to it after a couple times, and your pace got faster, bobbing your head back and forth, loving the sounds that were escaping his mouth.

“Ah fuck,” he said, you could feel his grip on your hair tighten, but you didn’t care, you loved this so much, “ok, ok,” you heard him say, pulling your head off his cock and making you stand up, “your so good,” he smiled kissing you harshly.

He twirled you around and bent you over his desk, sliding your pants and panties down your legs, his hands sliding over your ass to your hips, you could feel his tip at your entrance, “You okay love?” He asked, you whined out a yes, “hurry,” you managed to get out, feeling so needy you could die.

“So needy,” he said gripping tightly on your hips before slowly entering you, neither of you cared for a condom at this point, “oh god,” your hands wrapped around the edges of the desk, knuckles must’ve been turning white at how harsh you were gripping it, feeling his length slide in and out of you slowly, everytime speeding up a bit, but he was going way to slow for your liking.

“Your not living up to my fantasy sir,” you spoke, “oh no?“ he questioned, “What do I have to do then?” He asked, “just, don’t hold back,” you said with a smile, “you asked princess,” he said, before slamming into you harshly.

“Fuck!” You screamed out, feeling his hand then come around to your mouth covering it, lifting you up so your back was against him but he could still fuck you.

“Shhh princess,” he said kissing your neck before slamming into you again, his thrusts some how getting harder and harsher by the second. Your muffled moans wouldn’t stop, the feeling was painful in the best ways, but mostly pleasurable.

“You like sneaking ‘round don’t you?” He asked, “I didn’t take you for such a whore y/n,” he said, god was he good with his words. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your g-spot, “there?” He asked hitting the same spot, you nod. He let you fall back onto the desk, his hand was still around your mouth and the other was in your hip, you didn’t know how he was doing it but he was.

You whined as he continued to hit the same spot over and over again, harder and rougher, every time he hit it was more pleasurable than the last. “Fuck,” he groaned out, “you close princess?” He asked, you nodded as you felt the knot in your stomach build and build.

Your nails were digging into the desk as you felt your climax wash over you, the best orgasms you had ever had, you could see stars. Your vision became blurry as you arched your back and came all over him.

“That’s a good girl,” he said removing his hand from your mouth, only hearing harsh breaths escape from you, he slowly pulled out of you, you didn’t even realise he came inside of you, but he did, you were on the pill so you had absolutely no problem with it.

You felt him pull up your pants you forgot he removed, you slowly stood back up, turning around to see him pulling up his own pants. You felt a little bit of fear that this might’ve just been a one time thing, he looked up to you after unbuckling his jeans smiling as he kissed your soft lips, “get dressed, lunch is almost over,” he said winking at you.

“Ed,” you called out as he grabbed his shirt, “This isn’t a one time thing, is it?” You asked a little nervous, “No, no, no,” he shook his head, walking up to you again, his shirt falling back over his chest.

“Maybe we should try a date, out of town,” he smiled at you, you felt a little fuzzy at the words, but happy about it, putting your bra and shirt back on, “I’ll pick you up at seven, Friday night?” He asked, you nod biting your lip, about to turn around to leave, but before you could he grabbed your wrist kissing you one last time, “Fix yourself up before you leave,”.

#fanfic #fem!reader #y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #strangers things fanfiction #eddie x reader #stranger things smut #eddie smut #smutty #teacher #teacher x student #fluff #teachers pet

[themrsmunson]

Set at an imaginary festival mid 90s with an awesome line up. If it turns out this was in fact real please let me know! Eddie and female presenting partner are both early 30s.

18 plus only sex pinv / some degradation / accidental orgasm

Fucking Eddie in a tent at a grunge fest after accidently cumming on his neck 👀

Eddie's cock is buried deep in your pussy, fucking you open as he holds your hands above your head. "Such a dirty fucking bitch cumming down my neck. The fuck were you thinking?" His eyebrows are drawn together and his voice is little more than a growl. The tent you are in offers little protection from the other festival goers hearing the two of you. Thankfully most of them are currently in one of the fields screaming along to Them Bones by Alice in Chains. You didn't think anything would make you miss a second of this fucking insane line up (Nirvana, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains). But that was before you came down Eddie's neck.

Despite him splitting you open right now you can't help but blush when you think about what happened. It all started during the Soundgarden set. Eddie lifted you up onto his shoulders so you could see better, practically begging you to flash your tits at Chris Cornell. It was all fine until they started playing Rusty Cage, and Eddie started dancing.

At first it was the slightest brush of his curls on your inner thigh, your short skirt and thong combination offering little protection to your oversensitive clit. But when Eddie started to really move, to really bounce you up and down and you felt every muscle in his neck rubbing against your pussy, that's when you knew you were in trouble.

It's not like you hadn't got yourself off on Eddie's body before, it's just that usually he was an eager participant. Red cheeked and embarrassed you shift backwards, but Eddie grabs your thighs to pull you forwards again. "WTF babe, you wanna fall?". He holds you in place and carries on with his movements. By now you can feel slick gathered between your legs while the front of your underwear pulls almost uncomfortablely over your cunt. It's gonna happen. You're gonna cum down Eddie's neck. Fuck he's gonna be so fucking mad. Fuck why do you like that idea much?

The band move seamlessly into the next song. You pray for a slower riff but instead you hear the familiar starting notes of Loud Love. As Eddie's movements get faster your cunt gets hotter and wetter. You're panting by now and can't help but thrust against your boyfriend and you feel your orgasm fast approaching. Suddenly you feel Eddie tense. "Sweetheart are you grinding on me?" He playfully pinches the fat of your thighs and that does it. You bite the back of your hand and cover your eyes as you cum hard, thighs tightening around Eddie's shoulders.

Eddie freezes. He slowly reaches up and lifts you down. You can barely look at him as he touches the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I'm so sorry" you stutter still covering your eyes with your hands. He prys them away and puts his mouth to your ear. "Did you just cum? Down my neck?" You nod your head and groan. To your dismay you hear Eddie laugh. "Fucking hell sweetheart that was the hottest shit that ever happened to me!" You open your eyes warily and look up at him through your lashes. He takes your chin in his thumb and forefinger and meets your gaze. "We're gonna go back to that shitty tent now. And I'm gonna make you cum again. And this time I'll know what's happening."

He keeps his word. It isn't long before be has you cumming another time, and then another after that. You're kinda pissed about missing the start of the Nirvana set, but fucking Eddie Munson in a tent isn't a bad reason to be missing out. Not at all.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson smut #eddie my beloved #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie smut #eddie fanfic #smutty smut smut #smut #grunge #90s grunge

[ohwowimlonley]

HAHDHSH WAIT PERV!EDDIE.. and

and

perv!reader

- not chloe

Send in more prompts for AU Tuesday!

Also, as a sidenote, perv!eddie is my fav Eddie

Heavy nsfw!!

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie throws his head back, doing all he can to keep his eyes open so he can watch as you bounced up and down on his cock, determined to watch as you tried to keep yourself together. One hand slapped blindly around on the sofa, digging around under throw pillows and old blankets, clutching onto the hidden fabric of your discarded underwear. He wrapped the lace in his deft fingers, lifting them up to his face and inhaling wildly, hips lifting to meet yours when he got your scent, “oh fuck fuck fuck fuckin’ hell!”

“Eddie you’re such a fuckin’ pervert,” it’s breathy, barely strung together, but it makes Eddie jerk against you, makes his cock throb inside of you. The reaction makes you grin, makes you rock harder against his overused dick, clench around it and spill more slick around it, “god, you’re fucked up. Get turned on from me calling you a perv? You’re fuckin’ sniffin my panties, baby boy. S’that get you off? Stealing my shit, n’ keepin it from me? Little sicko,”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah,” and his eyes clench shut, spewing out endless streams of gasping moans. Drool begins to spill from his puffy lips, showing just how mindless you make up. His fingers begin to slacken on the vice-like grip he held on your underwear, so you took the opportunity to snatch them away from him. The shaggy haired boy tried to protest, grab them back but you bat his hand away, using your free hand to pry his mouth further open, holding it wide you you can bunch your underwear up and shove it in the gaping hole of his mouth. He makes a surprised, muffled sound around the fabric, squirming incessantly as you kept bouncing on his cock, wetting it with your excitement.

“You’re such a fuckin perv,” but so were you.

#•au tuesdays• #•megs smutty daydreams• #eddie munson smut #eddie doesn’t die au #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson ff #eddie stranger things #perv!eddie #stranger things fluff #stranger things x you #stranger things moodboard #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut

[livyjh]

Unexpected

A Steddie x Reader fic by livyjh

⚠️EXPLICIT!!! MINORS DNI⚠️

Find it here on ao3

2.3k words

CW: v*ginal s*x female receiving, an*l s*x male receiving, f*ngering female receiving and male receiving, or*l s*x female receiving and male receiving, thr**some, cl*t play, n*pple play

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Summary: Steve and Eddie have been dating for a few months. You’re good friends with them both (and may have crushes on them both) and so naturally you three hang out a lot. This evening happened to go better than expected.

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You rolled up to Eddie’s trailer right at 9pm like planned. You got out of your car and walked up to the door with a smile, knocking.

You heard footsteps and then the door swung open, Eddie standing there with a beer in one hand while holding the door open with the other.

“Hey!” Eddie grinned.

“Hey.” You smiled back, stepping up into the trailer and past him through the doorway. You couldn’t help but tingle when brushing up against him.

Steve was sat happily on the couch, waving at you for a moment. “Hey, y/n.”

“Hey, Steve.” You waved back.

“Y/n, want a beer?” Eddie walked to the kitchen.

“Sure.” You nodded and sat down next to Steve. You turned to him. “What’re we watching?”

“Huh? Oh, just the end of Easy Rider.” Steve spoke just as the movie ended and the credits started. He got up and turned off the tv.

“We were about to put on music.” Eddie said, walking into the room and handing you your beer. “Let’s hang out in my room.”

You and Steve nodded, getting up and following Eddie to his bedroom. Naturally, you sat on the chair while Steve and Eddie shared the bed.

Eddie put on a cassette and sat down with Steve, putting an arm around him.

Sometimes you felt weird around them. Left out. It didn’t help that you used to have crushes on each of them. But since they started dating you tried to squash those feelings.

“How was your day, y/n?” Steve asked, settling against Eddie, putting a hand on his thigh. You couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

“Good, it uh, was good. Just a long shift today.” You explained.

You worked at Family Video alongside Steve and Robin.

“Good.” Eddie smiled.

“How about you guys?” You asked.

“We were both off today, so…” Steve began.

“We spent most of today in bed.” Eddie waggled his eyebrows.

You giggled. “Don’t make me jealous.” You half joked, blaming the beer you’d been drinking for making you say something like that.

“Oh?” Eddie smirked.

You blushed. “I mean… it- I don’t-“

“Stevie, I think y/n wants in on this action.” Eddie smiled, turning to Steve.

Steve raised a brow at you. You’d previously shared a drunken kiss with him at a New Year’s party last year, so there was a little history there. “Is that true, y/n?”

You gulped down the rest of the beer in your hand, taking a deep breath. “Have you seen yourselves?” You laughed. “You’re both gorgeous.”

Eddie and Steve shared a long look before turning to you.

“Come here.” Eddie beckoned you with his hand.

Steve scooted over and patted the spot between them for you to come sit.

You swallowed thickly, getting up and climbing into the bed, sitting back against the headboard between them.

Both of them looked at you, moving a little closer.

“What do you say, Eds? Should we play with her?” Steve tucked your hair behind your ear.

You felt yourself immediately getting wet.

Eddie nodded. “How does that sound, sweetheart?” He asked you.

You looked to Eddie, hands lightly gripping the sheets beneath you. “S- sounds… great.” You admitted.

Eddie leaned forward to capture your lips with his, cupping your jaw in his hand.

You sighed through your nose, leaning into Eddie.

You felt Steve’s arm wrap around your waist as his lips met your neck in an open mouthed kiss.

You couldn’t help but moan into Eddie’s mouth, squeezing your thighs together. It didn’t go unnoticed.

You felt Steve smirk against your skin. “Y/n… already need it?”

Eddie pulled out of the kiss with you, “What?”

“She’s squeezing her legs together.” Steve nearly growled against your throat.

“Fuck.” Eddie cursed, reaching down to pull one leg over his to spread you.

You gulped audibly, breath picking up as Eddie trailed his fingers towards your center over your pants.

Steve pulled back, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger to turn your face towards him. He kissed you; hot, hungry.

You whined against his lips when Eddie pressed two fingers against your heat through your thin leggings.

You pushed your hips forward, wanting more from the man. You were desperate and you didn’t mind showing it.

Eddie hummed. “Y/n, you’re wearing far too much.” He got up on his knees and turned to face you.

You pulled out of your kiss with Steve to look at Eddie.

“May I?” Eddie asked, hooking two fingers in the waistband of your leggings.

You nodded, letting him take the pants off of you, leaving you in a long sweater, a bra, and panties.

“Fuck, I can smell you.” Eddie breathed in slowly.

You blushed, trying to squeeze your legs together again.

Eddie held your legs in place. “Ah, ah. Smells good, babygirl.”

“If I’m gonna be naked, I want you two naked, too.” You spoke shyly.

“We’re getting there, baby.” Steve kissed your cheek. Eddie leant up and took off his shirt, Steve doing the same. They both looked at you.

It must be your turn again, you think. You wriggle your sweater off and toss it to the floor, sitting in your bra and panties with a smile. You could hardly believe this was happening.

“Undress each other for me?” You asked, trying to add more confidence to your voice.

Steve and Eddie looked at each other before getting up and standing in front of each other.

Steve looked at you and Eddie took the opportunity to attack the other man’s neck with hot, wet kisses.

Steve’s eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned Eddie’s name.

You bit your lip and put a hand between your legs, gently circling your finger over the wet spot in your panties.

Eddie reached down to unbutton Steve’s jeans, unzipping them slowly before pulling back. He got to his knees, Steve put a hand in his hair and tugged lightly.

You loved the show they were putting on for you, taking their time, teasing you.

Eddie pulled Steve’s pants and boxers down, letting Steve’s hard cock spring free.

The thought that they were hard for each other, and you, had you pressing harder against yourself.

Eddie took Steve in hand and licked his tip, putting his pink lips around the reddened head of Steve’s dick.

Steve pulled harder on Eddie’s hair, letting out a broken moan.

Eddie began to suck Steve’s member with skill, bobbing his head slowly, stroking the rest of Steve with his hand.

“Fuck, babe.” Steve sighed, letting Eddie suck him off. He looked at you with hooded lids, pupils blown large with lust.

Your jaw dropped when you made eye contact with him, reaching into your panties and rubbing yourself.

“Look at her, Eds.” Steve spoke with a gravelly tone in his voice.

Eddie pulled off Steve with a *pop* and turned to look at you touching yourself. He let go of Steve and stood up, putting an arm around his boyfriend.

You slowed your hand, looking at them both with pleading eyes. You couldn’t wait any longer for them to touch you.

Steve got on the bed and crawled between your legs, spreading your thighs with his large hands. He pressed his nose against your clit through your panties, making you yelp. He took a deep breath, sighing with pleasure at your sweet smell. “Can I taste you?”

You looked down at him with ruddy cheeks, nodding.

Eddie took off his jeans and boxers, joining you two on the bed. He sat down next to you as Steve pulled your panties down and off of you.

“Be a good girl for Steve, hm? He’s quite good at this.” Eddie smirked, implying the obvious as he reached around you and took your bra off.

You nodded.

“Say it for me.” Eddie cooed.

“I’ll be a good girl.” You nearly whimpered, Steve’s thumbs spreading you open as he leaned in to lick from your vagina to your clit.

“That’s it.” Eddie brushed your hair away from your face, holding the back of your neck. You lunged forward to kiss him, moaning loudly into his mouth when Steve began sucking your clit.

“Steve-“ You cried out, both hands now gripping Eddie’s shoulders to ground yourself.

“So vocal.” Steve grinned up at you before licking through your folds a few more times.

You tilted your head back and breathed hard, closing your eyes.

Eddie leaned forward and began to suck a mark into your neck, his free hand moving up to your right breast.

You felt Steve’s fingertip teasing your entrance and you looked down at him, nodding.

He smiled and began to press a digit into you, loving how slick you were.

As Steve’s finger pushed inside of you, Eddie leant down and began to swirl his tongue around one of your nipples. You responded by running your fingertips over Eddie’s scalp and grabbing a handful of his hair.

Eddie moaned against your tit, starting to suck at the pink bud.

Meanwhile, your legs began to quiver as Steve’s fingertip rubbed against your g-spot. He stayed watching you and Eddie as he fingered you.

You pulled Eddie’s hair to pull him up and kiss him again, whining when you felt Steve suck at your clit once more.

Eddie continuously kissed you as you got closer and closer to the edge. Steve was worshipping your wet cunt like no one ever had before.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum…” You breathed out against Eddie’s lips.

Eddie and Steve made eye contact and Eddie gave a nod to Steve to keep going.

Steve continued his ministrations between your legs, two fingers deep as he massaged your clit with his tongue.

You were panting now, Eddie’s lips on your jaw as you came hard, legs shaking violently.

Steve’s fingers stilled but his tongue kept moving as the wave of your orgasm washed over you. He slowed to a stop after five or six seconds.

“Shit, Steve.” You sighed, looking down at the man with hooded eyes.

Steve grinned up at you, licking his lips of your wetness. “You did great, honey.” He rubbed your still twitching thighs.

You nodded at him with a smile, then looking over to Eddie. He raised a brow. “How do you want us?”

You blushed. You hadn’t really thought this through. But you figured it was fair to let Eddie fuck you after Steve got to spend so much time between your legs.

“I want you to fuck me.” You looked at Eddie’s lips.

He nodded.

You turned to Steve. “And I want you to fuck Eddie.”

Steve grinned. “No problem.” He leaned over to kiss Eddie.

Eddie groaned, “Fuck, y/n, you taste so good.” He smiled against Steve’s lips, your juices still lingering.

They pulled out of their kiss, Eddie moving to grab two condoms and then get between your legs. He handed one packet to Steve, who was standing behind him with a small bottle of lube.

Eddie got on his hands and knees above you. “He’s gonna open me up and then we’ll all fuck together, okay, sweetheart?” He smiled.

You nodded, leaning up to kiss him. He moaned against you as Steve pressed one finger into him.

“Still stretched out from earlier.” Steve smirked.

“Gets to top me twice in one day. Stevie got lucky.” Eddie laughed.

Steve hummed in response, pushing a second and third finger into Eddie and making sure he would be comfortable. He pulled his fingers out and put the condom on.

Eddie sat up on his knees for a moment to put his condom on before leaning back over you and giving Steve access to his hole.

“Ready?” Steve asked.

You nodded up at Eddie and Eddie spoke. “We’re ready.” His hips pushed forward and the head of his dick pressed against your folds.

Steve pushed inside of Eddie, making Eddie push into you. “Fuuuck.” Eddie cursed.

You let out a short moan, spreading your legs further.

Once both men were comfortable, Eddie began to move between you and Steve. As he pulled out of you, Steve went deeper inside him.

You rolled your hips up to meet Eddie’s first few slow thrusts. As he sped up, you stayed in place and let him set the rhythm.

Steve was gripping Eddie’s hips, fucking into him.

Eddie was panting, at the height of pleasure with his dick inside your pussy and a dick inside of him at the same time.

You reached up and brushed Eddie’s hair out of his face as he fucked you in earnest. “Feel so good, Eddie.” You whispered.

“Doesn’t he have a nice cock?” Steve added.

“Mhm.” You smiled at Eddie.

Eddie leaned forward to kiss you as his thrusts began to get sloppy and stuttered.

“Gonna cum for us, Eds?” Steve breathed out.

Eddie nodded, moaning against your lips. He reached down to play with your clit, rubbing circles against it at a fast pace.

“Fuck.” You groaned, toes curling as you felt your second orgasm approaching.

“I’m gonna cum.” Steve grabbed Eddie’s ass and guided his hips forward and back.

Eddie was the first to finish, cock pulsing inside of you as he came.

Steve was second, feeling Eddie clench around him was almost enough to make him black out.

You finished at a close third, only two or three seconds after Steve, Eddie rubbing your clit.

The three of you moaned for each other, pleasure filling the room.

Eddie slowed down and finally stopped. Steve pulled out of him and flopped down on the bed next to the two of you.

Eddie’s hips pulled away from you and he laid down on the other side of you.

“That was…” you started.

“I know.” The men spoke in unison before the three of you laughed together.

You were all sufficiently worn out, but Eddie was enough of an angel to get up and grab a blanket and put it over all of you.

“Thanks, Eds.” Steve smiled as you all settled in together.

“Let us know if you ever want to do this again, y/n.” Eddie hummed, kissing your cheek.

“Oh, I will.” You grinned, closing your eyes.

The three of you fell asleep together, heads swimming with bliss.

#Steddie #steddie imagine #steddie smut #steddie x reader smut #Steddie x reader #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #smut #smutty #threes0me #Steve harrington x reader #Eddie munson x reader #Steve harrington/Eddie munson #eddie munson/steve harrington #eddie munson/reader #steve harrington/reader #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #ao3 #Steddie fic #Steddie fanfic #Steddie fanfiction

[eightysixbaby]

These Cynical Eyes - Chapter 1 - TattyHex - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]

“Well, well, well,” Captain Munson says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice without even having to look at him. “What do we have here?”

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It's 1686, and what you'd thought would be an easy journey has turned into an fearsome attack by the most dreaded ship on English waters; the Hellfire, captained by the fearsome and notorious Edward Munson.

But when you're taken aboard as a hostage, you're surprised to find, not a battle-scarred and toothless sea-dog, but a young and handsome buccaneer. It took him less than an hour to take your ship. How long will it take him to take your heart?

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[honey-flustered]

Cruel Little Vixen 3

Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers (18+ MDNI)

Summary: You’re on the cover of a Magazine! That’s not good news. If your going to protect your career, do not mess with rockstars. But damn, does he make it hard for you to want anything else but him?

A/N: Wanna say thank you for the amount of support I’ve been receiving for this story 🤗😱❤️ It’s been really fun writing these and sharing them with you and I love hearing the feedback the most! I hope that this next chapter here will peak your interest in this story further because there will be some smutty goodness as well as very heartfelt and fluffy moments with a hints of angst here and there. Next chapter will have a two week time jump as well. Again, thank you all for reading and supporting and I hope you…Enjoy!

>>>>>Series Masterlist Part 3 of 8

Word Count: 6.1k+

Warnings: graphic language, some blood and fighting, fluff, pining, kissing, some fingering, ANGST, mentions of cheating (non main character), toxic idiots in love, some cum eating, hinted spit kink, gagging (with fingers), ‘daddy’ kink

Your strapped heels hung around your fingers, as you stumbled towards his front door. Eddie follows close behind you so you wouldn’t fall. You had asked for him not to touch you, fearing you’d throw up all over him. But some part of you believed that the true reason was: those drinks made you kinda horny. You look back at him, his jaw clenched with anger. Angry Eddie was infuriating but looked so, so good.

Okay, you were now more than “kinda” horny.

You leaned your head against the wall, waiting for him to unlock the door. “You embarrassed me in front of the cute guy.”

He unlocks the door, sighing. “I actually saved you from embarrassing yourself.”

Eddie gestures you to go in first. You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms and walked in. There’s a hint of a sensual sway to your hips that you hadn’t voluntarily added. Your body was trying to betray you.

Behave!

You tried to walk up the stairs only to resort to crawling instead. You were sure you looked pathetic and Eddie chuckling behind you confirmed this. You glare at him over your shoulders, hair falling over your face like you were some possessed stair demon.

“Let me help you.” He lifts you bridal style into his arms, causing you to gasp.

“I thought I told you not to manhandle me.”

“We’d be here all night if I let you go on your own. Besides, you could seriously use some rest right now.” He climbs up the steps and, without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Do I look so bad that I’d need a serious rest?” You yawn.

“You look very beautiful tonight, actually.”

“You mean that?”

“Mhm. I always think you look pretty. Just that tonight…I got to see you in a new light. You were smiling and laughing. I thought you were having some kind of stroke or something. That’s how shocked I was seeing that coming from you. You should smile more.”

“Oh, you did not just say that.”

“Was that a shitty thing to say?”

“Oh yeah. Kinda sexist.”

“Then, I’m sorry. What I’m trying to say is: I’d really like to see you smile and laugh more…around me. Like I’d like to be the cause of it sometimes, ya know.”

You raise your head, blinking adoringly at him as his face turned a light shade of pink. He sets you down upon arrival in his room. You rush over to his closet for some clothes.

“Trying to steal more of my clothes, I see.” He says, sitting at the edge of his bed.

The mirror on his dresser, shows a reflection of you in the closet. You’d forgotten to shut the door, undressing in full view before his eyes! He quickly averts his gaze from the mirror but couldn’t help peeking every now and again. Eddie decides to frustratingly do the right thing.

“Closet door’s open! I can, uh, ya know…see you undressing.”

Eddie expected you to scream or call him a pervert but instead he sees you shrugging through the mirror. He’s surprised. Was it the liquid courage or did you actually not care?

“It’s fine. Not like I’m naked or anything.” You pull on an oversized sweater. Making your way into bed, you seated beside Eddie with your legs crisscrossed.

“Better?”

“Yes,” You twiddled with your thumbs. “Erm, you’re not sleeping in the same bed with me…are you?”

“Would you want me to?”

Did he have to ask you that while looking so appetizing? You’d never seen his hair put up before but it made you feel tingly between your legs.

“N-no.”

He looks at you, unconvinced. “Then, no. I’ll respect your boundaries.”

“Wow, thank you. You’re awfully sweet tonight.”

“Also, I couldn’t lay in bed with a girl drunk out of her mind. What if you puke all over me?”

“Aaaand the moments gone.”

He laughs, rising to his feet. “If you need me, I’ll be staying in my Uncle’s room. He’s visiting a friend in California, won’t be back til tomorrow. So, I’m absolved from couch duty. If you need me, though, I’ll be two doors down. Don’t be afraid to say the phrase if there’s an emergency.”

“What phrase?”

Instead of telling you, he simply walks out of the room, leaving you perplexed

“Dude, what’s the phrase?” Silence. You scoffed, throwing the comforter over your body. “Whatever!I’m too drunk for this shit!”

“That’s the phrase!” Eddie calls out from the hallway and you break into laughter.

—————

You found yourself awake in the middle night. Everything felt disoriented, the room spinning. You nearly forgot you were in Eddie’s bed but the scent of his cologne drew you back to reality. Attempting to go back to sleep, you squeezed your eyes shut. No matter how hard you tried your mind ran a mile a minute thinking about all the things in the world. Thinking about…him.

You groaned, shooting out of bed. You make your way down the hall, two doors down as he said. The door’s open a crack but you knock, anyway, before entering.

Eddie’s up, too. His eyes following you as you sauntered over to his bedside. You look down at him, him up at you.

A small smile on his face as he pats the empty space beside him, inviting you to join him. You smile back, entering the bed and he immediately wraps the comforter around you. Neither of you having to say a word.

——————

The sun shining on your face awakens you. You have a massive headache the size of Texas. Yet, when you felt Eddie’s breath against your neck it felt like instant pain relief. His face was currently nuzzled into your neck, an arm wrapped around you. Your back pressed tight against his front. You didn’t want to disturb him but you needed to get home.

“Eddie?” You whisper-yell.

Nothing.

“Eddie?” You repeat, slightly frustrated.

Again nothing.

You take matters into your own hands, physically removing his arm around you. He groans his annoyance, curling it around you tighter.

“Eddie, I need to go.”

In his most sexiest, raspy voice…Eddie says, “Five more minutes.”

You were putty in his hands, ready to molded in the way he wished. That moment, you’d do anything. Anything. So those five more minutes would be exactly what you’d give him.

You’d lost track of time being in his arms so much so that you hadn’t noticed time was up until Eddie finally rolled away. You turned to watch him as he stretched, sunshine cascading on his face. You hadn’t noticed he had light freckles on his face. You wish you could stay in bed all day and count them.

His attention lands on you. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“Knew you would.” He chuckles.

“I have to go. I need to change if I’m going to look somewhat presentable meeting up with my boss.”

“You’ll be passing by the studio, right?”

“Mhm, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You winked.

The smell of pancakes and bacon wafts your nose. You could really use some bacon to get rid of this headache. But who could possibly be cooking right now if Eddie was in bed with you?

“Looks like the Old Man’s back home.” Eddie says.

“Y-your uncle?”

Eddie nods.

“I don’t want him to see me like this,” You panicked. “He’ll think I’m some girl you’re sleeping with.”

“He won’t. You should meet him. He’s really friendly once you get to know him.”

“Uhhh, I’m not sure if I—”

“Know what…I’ll introduce you.” He springs out of bed, taking your hand and drags you out of bed.

“No wait! I’m not ready!” You say, trying to bring your weight down to keep yourself from moving but he was a lot stronger than you.

“Come onnn, don’t be shy.” He chuckles.

“Fine, can I at least put on some decent clothes? I’m not meeting him in only an oversized sweater.”

“Okay, okay. Deal.” He lets you go.

You dress up in last night’s attire. Although, you still looked a little too revealing to meet with him, it was better than being practically half-naked. Eddie also took the time to freshen up as well while you prepared for your impending departure.

You had your things bunched in your hands when Eddie decides to walk out of the bathroom wet from his shower, towel around his waist and hair clinging to his face. You nearly drop your items to the ground instead your mouth takes that action as you gawked in pure carnality. His yummy chest glistening with droplets of water, the soft yet toned abdomen that you wished to explore, the happy trail and the v-line that led to…Fuck! He knows I’m staring. Quick! Pretend that you’re just admiring his tats.

“Never seen that many tats before.” You say, breathlessly.

He flexes a little and you feel an aching throb between your legs. “Yeah. Thinking about getting more. You’ve got any?”

“No.”

“We’ve gotta add that to our agenda.”

“I don’t know. I’ve always thought I’d somehow make tattoos look lame.”

“Anyone could have tats? The Old man’s got some, too. You’d actually looked pretty badass with one.”

You contemplated, then settled. “Okay! Why the hell not? I’m the new and improved fun Y/n. I’m cooler than cool.”

“Please stop talking. You’re starting to sound,” He laughs. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be getting dressed. Would you like to stay and watch?”

“I’m going downstairs.” You say, giving him a bored look.

“I’m only teasing, little vixen.” He winks.

You tiptoed down the steps, spying on the tall older man in a flannel shirt, working away at breakfast. You very well believed that you hid yourself well enough that he didn’t see you.

But as if he had eyes on the back of his head, with his back facing you, he waves. “You can come down them stairs, little lady. Breakfast’s almost ready.”

Your eyes widened. Busted. You climb down the remaining steps. meeting him.

“Hello, Mr. Munson, my name’s Y/n of Tone Magazine. Whatever you saw up there…it isn’t what it looks like. I’m only Eddie’s journalist for the time being. Strictly professional relationship here. I’m a no nonsense kinda—“

“I know you,” Wayne says, cutting off your rambling. “Eddie’s already told me about you.”

“Oh, really? Good things, I hope.”

“Great things, actually. Told me you were a great writer so I read you work. That article you wrote captured him perfectly. A huge pain in the ass, that boy is.”

You laughed. “I’m glad you like it. But don’t you worry the next series of articles will be a lot kinder. I don’t want yo thinking I dislike him. Actually, I find Eddie…fascinating. A musician worthy to explore.”

“Yep, the kid’s pretty special. A little hard headed but that’s because he’s never wants to quit even when the tough gets going. He’s had a rough life, but he turned out a good man.”

“A good man raised by a great man. He’s told me about how much he appreciates you. It’s good that he has you.”

Wayne nods. “I think it’s the other way around.“

Eddie comes in, noticing you laughing and smiling with his uncle and there’s this feeling of peace that courses through him. Like he could finally trust you.

“What’re you saps talking about?” Eddie teases.

“You.” You and Wayne say at once.

“Oh, boy. What’d I do this time?”

“Me and Y/n are good friends now, Eds. You hurt her and you’ll have to answer to me.” Wayne playfully threatens.

“I leave you guys alone for about 5-7 minutes and now you’re both working against me?” Eddie laughs. “Hey, Old man, you think you could make that hangover remedy juice for her? She went all rockstar last night.”

“Luckily for her, I already made some. I figured I’d come home to find you drunk as a skunk. Pleasantly surprised it’s the opposite.” Wayne says.

The rest of the breakfast went really well. It was the most relax and wholesome experience that you hadn’t anticipated while in the presence of Eddie Munson. Yet, here you three were having a nice chat over breakfast as if it were something you normally did. You left the home genuinely happy enough to start the day.

——————

You got home to change for work when you heard sobbing coming from Chrissy’s room. Your heart sank. Though, you didn’t know the reason why she’s crying just yet, you hated to hear her sad.

You knocked on her door. She sniffles a bit. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” You say, sincerely.

Another set of sniffles. “Yes.”

You pushed the door open, noticing her curled into a ball in her bed. You rushed over to her side. “Hey, pom-poms. What’s wrong?”

“It’s Billy. H-he’s cheated on me.” She says, going to another crying fit.

You stroke her hair. “Oh no. What happened? You guys were so happy last night.”

She sits up. “Last night, right after you left, some girl came in asking for Billy. I thought she was a good friend or something. Yeah, real real good friend, apparently. She said she’s his girlfriend and I’m like ‘no I am’. Turns out, he’s been dating her before me which means I was the other woman. So, technically he cheated with me.”

“That fucking asshole!”

“Right! I ended up leaving in a cab last night.”

“I’m sorry, poms. I wish I stayed longer. I wouldn’t have ever let you go in a taxi alone that piss-drunk.”

“No, no,” She says, wiping her eyes. “It’s okay. You were wayyy drunk compared to me. Like wayyyy.”

“Well, that’s little excessive but to each their own.”

She laughs. “Don’t make me laugh. I’m supposed to be sad.”

“Right. Sooo, do you wanna go pop his tires? My keys are really sharp.”

She quirks her head back in surprise then laughs again. “When did you get all ‘Godfather’ on me?”

“I’ll do anything for you, babe,” You wink. “I have to get ready to meet with my boss today but maybe you and I could hang out a little after?”

“Won’t you have to meet with Eddie?”

“Oh, right. Oh! Maybe, you can come along! That’ll get your spirits up. Eddie and his bandmates will be recording in the studio. We’ll get to see some music-making magic.”

“That sounds fun,” Chrissy twirls a finger in her hair, nervously. “Speaking of Eddie…there’s a new Hey Hello Magazine issue that came out today. Promise you won’t freak out if I show you the front page.”

“I won’t freak out.”

“I’m going to need you to promise.”

“I promi—”

“With pinkies.” Chrissy says, holding out her pinkie finger.

You sighed, wrapping your pinkie around hers. “I pinky promise that I will not freak out.”

“Okay, here it is.” Chrissy says, quickly flashing the magazine cover.

You felt the world shrink around you. You try to contain your scream. “Will you excuse me for one moment?” You say, voice strained.

“Gonna freak out?” Chrissy asks.

“Mhm.”

“Okay.”

You power walked to the bathroom and let out the most deafening scream of your life. Then, you entered Chrissy’s room, sitting beside her once again.

“Eddie and I are…”

————-

“….On the cover page of Hey Hello GODDAMN magazine!” Your boss, Murray Bauman, could throw up a cow with how pissed he was.

You sunk into your chair.

The title page: Francis’s Mystery Girl. The money shot is a candid picture of you holding hands with Eddie from last night at the bar.

“This could ruin us. You know this right? He’s not supposed to have a girlfriend! He’s a…Rock. Star. You thank your lucky goddamn stars that your face isn’t showing in this or his fans would’ve torn down this entire building just to get to you.”

“I was really drunk and he was only trying to help. I mean, what the hell?! We were at a bar who the fuck carries a camera there…” Then, you remembered back to the guy that you met. The photographer.

He sighs, calming down. “Sleazy paparazzi always carry cameras around with them. No matter where the fuck they are. They live for moments like this.”

“I’ve never had any issues with other clients.”

“Welcome to the life of a rockstar. Look, doll, I’m your number one supporter. The piece you wrote made rounds. I’m super proud but you can’t fall for this guy. No more pictures in compromising positions. You’ve gotta keep it professional.”

“I-I’m not falling for him. I can keep things professional.” Lies, Lies.

“I know you can. You’ve gotten farther than most,” He pours himself a cup of vodka, questioning with his eyes if you’d like some. You wholeheartedly decline. “I took a chance on you. I mentored you when no one else would. The journalism community’s a dog eat dog world. Yet, despite everyone else seeing you as a fresh out of college, bright-eyed rookie, I saw your potential. I don’t want to see you ruining your career over a rockstar who’ll only get bored the moment he gets in your pants.”

You swallowed hard. It was harsh but true. You were way in over your head. Where did you think your feelings would lead you? Rockstars don’t belong to just one girl. They belong to the world. You needed to crush any developing feelings you had for him or you knew you’d fall for him to the point of no return.

“I’m sorry.” You say, lowering your head.

“I’m not trying to break your spirit, Y/n. You should still have fun. Most journalists become great buds with their clients but it shouldn’t interfere with your career,” He pats your hand. “The boys will be going on a tour in London about two weeks from now. They’ll be touring there possibly the entire time passed needed for the exposé. You don’t have to stay the entire time but I’ll need you to go and write the greatest masterpiece of your young life to make up for this mess. Are we clear?”

You nod. “We’re clear.”

“Good. Now go kick some ass.”

—————

You and Chrissy arrived to the studio that Eddie informed you he’d be recording in. Currently, you were both walking down the hall of the building to the specific room.

“He was super pissed, poms. Unbelievably pissed. Now I’ve got a major target on my back at work.”

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s so not fair what women have to go through just to get a shred of what their male counterparts receive. That’s why when you’re in the hair business, like moi,” Chrissy addresses herself. “You could never go wrong. I hardly have to compete with men. Although, the gay men have been killing it it in the industry. Damn, they’re good.”

“Room 7,” You point. “That’s his room.”

You both knock on the door. The door roughly swings open and your both greeted by Mr. Neds, Corroded Coffin’s manager, who was currently shouting at the top of his lungs on the phone.

“I don’t give a shit if that Hey Hello magazine crashes and burns. It’ll be Hey Goodbye once I’m through with ‘em. I want you to put out that fucking statement, putting a nail to that fucking coffin!”

“Corroded Coffin.” Eddie chimes in, jokingly.

His manager glares at him. “Quiet, mop top.”

The manager pushes past you girls and you look at Eddie who’s, of course, amused by all of this.

“I’m guessing he’s not too happy about that cover page.” You say.

“Nope,” Eddie says, popping the ‘p’. “Not to mention, the rest of the band’s being late because their limo’s surrounded by fans. Even the producer’s caught in traffic so we can’t even begin to record. But anywho…what’s shaken, ladies?”

“How could you be so carefree about this?” Chrissy asks.

“Because they’ll get over it. They usually do,” He shrugs then mimics an exaggerated English accent.“Come on, then. Into the recording room we go.”

He bows out of the way, gesturing you and Chrissy to go in first. Your eyes land on the piano in the room. You used to play piano only because your mother had force you to take lessons between the ages of 10-13 but you’ve always known you wanted to be a writer.

Eddie sees you eyeing the instrument. “You play?”

“A little.”

“Play me something.” He says, sitting on the piano bench then patting the seat next to him.

You sit, thinking about what to play then you played the familiar keys.

Eddie chuckles. “‘If You’re Happy And You Know It’. A classic.”

“Can you play piano?” You ask.

“Can I play piano?” Eddie repeats, offended. “Come sit with us Chrissy. I want you both to bask in my glory.”

You and Chrissy roll your eyes. The bench was big enough for the three of you to sit. Eddie right in the middle. He cracks his knuckles then began dwindling with the piano keys, playing the “Flight of the Bumble Bee”.

Your mouths dropped at how well he played. His fingers scaled across the piano so effortlessly. Chrissy seemed to be thinking the same although with more of dirty mind because she flashes you a knowing grin. When he finishes, you both break into applause.

“Wow, Eddie, that was incredible.” You say.

“It was awesome!” Chrissy exclaims.

“Aww, you guys are just saying that.” He says, swatting a hand at your praises.

“Where’d you learn to pick up piano?” You asked.

“As a musician, I have to learn how to play most instruments. The ones that matter anyway. I’m self taught. All I do is play by ear.”

“That’s great to know. I’ll write that down.” You went to retrieve your notebook.

“Can you play ‘Master of Puppets’?” Chrissy asks.

Eddie’s mouth drops. “There’s no way you know that song. It’s too raw.”

“I’m a fan of Metallica, you jerk,” Chrissy laughs. “This isn’t to impress you by the way. I just would like to hear you play it.”

“How about I play it on guitar for you, instead?”

“Ooh, that sounds nice.”

Why did it hurt seeing them laughing and flirt with each other? This is good. You should be fine distancing yourself.

So you did. It’s for your career. You don’t care if Eddie’s giving her more attention than you. You don’t care if they reference things only they understood. You.Don’t. Care.

A hand rests on your shoulders, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“You seem out of it.” Eddie comments.

“I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.”

He nods. “Okay. Well, I was wondering if you and Chrissy would like to come with me to Jessie Blue’s beach party tonight? I’d hate to go alone because I can’t stand parties. But it’s my bandmate’s shindig so I’ve gotta support.”

“Yeah! We’d love to go. Right, Y/n?” Chrissy says, toothy smile on her face.

They look at you, awaiting your answer.

“Y-yeah. Can’t wait.”

Eddie smiles. “Great. I’ll pick you both up at 8. I’ll be the designated driver so you girls can drink if you want.”

“Nooo. We are good for forever.” You say.

The rest of the noon, the remaining bandmates and the producer had finally shown up and the boys recorded their song,‘Bloodshed’. You can tell that Eddie was singing to Chrissy almost like he was giving her a personal concert. You could hardly focus on your writing.

When the day was done, you and Chrissy headed to your car. Eddie runs behind to catch up with you guys. You assumed that he was trying to say his final goodbyes to Chrissy but instead he was looking for you.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” Eddie asks.

“Sure.” You say.

“What was that about?”

“What?”

“You being weird and distant.”

“I told you I’m just really tired.”

“Do you still want to go to the party?”

“Why so that you can be alone with Chrissy?!”

“No. Of course not. I’m just concerned for you.”

Oh, shit! Did I just say that out loud? Goddamn!Fucking fuck!

“I’m fine, Eddie.” You snapped.

“O-okay. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Yeah.” You say, dismissively, entering you car.

He waves and Chrissy waves back. You don’t.

You drove off and Chrissy sighs, a huge smile on her face. “I forgot how fun it was hanging out with him.”

“Yeah, so very fun.” Y/n! You sound bitterly sarcastic. She’ll definitely know something’s up.

“Is everything alright?” She asks. You see?!

“I’m fine. Tired.”

“You do get a wittle cwanky when your sleepy,” She says, pinching your cheek. “I wonder what I’m going to wear for the party.”

Why did the villain part of you wish to search for the hottest bathing suit on Earth so that Eddie would have eyes for you and only you?

—————

The night arrives and Eddie’s waiting outside for you in his car. You were ready a long time ago but you were beginning to question buying this white thong bikini that, although it made you look amazing, it was too revealing. You’re regretting this.

Chrissy walks into your room, looking you up and down. “You look amazing!”

“No, you look amazing and I should change.”

“No! I refuse to let you change. You’re cool girl now, remember? Wear this knitted cover up dress. It’ll leave things to the imagination while still remaining sexy. Now hurry up. Eddie’s waiting.” She singsongs, leaving the room.

Fuck it. You wanted eyes on you then eyes will be on you. You headed outside, noticing Chrissie had taken the backseat. You were going to do the same when you heard a whistle calling your attention.

“You gonna take a seat or what?” Eddie challenges.

You did love a little competition. You took the challenge of seating in the front seat. Although you stayed silent the entire ride, Eddie and Chrissy having most of the conversation. Every now and then, Eddie would glance over at you. At one point you swore you saw him lick his lips in your direction like he’d devour you at any moment.

Finally, you’d arrive to your destination. The beach house was ginormous. Jessie Blue had definitely spent his money well as a celebrity. The three of you enter the home and you immediately looked around in awe.

Jessie comes over to greet you all. “Hello ladies…and brother of mine, I’m glad you guys made it. There’s a bonfire on the beach, volleyball, all the booze you need and so much more,” His eyes land on you. “You look incredible, Y/n. May I whisk you away?”

You look over at Eddie. His jaw clenched as if trying to keep himself from protesting.

“I’ll go with you.” You said.

“Wonderful,” He holds out his arm and you loop your hand around his. “I know you said you liked art. So I’d like to show you some of my pieces.”

“How nice. Can my best friend join us?” You asked.

“I’m sure she doesn’t wish to intrude. Eddie’ll take care of her.”

You looked at Chrissy. She nods, letting you know she’ll be okay. You’d worn this revealing outfit only to walk off with the wrong member of the band.

…

Jessie took you to a closed off room that led to a private hallway filled with different artwork mostly inspired by the impressionism art style.

You’d been exploring some time, him following silently behind you as if he were stalking your every move.

“Wow, these are gorgeous. I feel like I’m in some fancy cathedral,” You say, approaching one of the painting. “You made these?”

“Yep. Made this whole room so I can show to pretty girls such as yourself.”

You never remembered Jessie being so forward or showing any interest in you whatsoever. It was strange.

“I appreciate the compliment,” Suddenly, you felt his body heat behind you. You turned to look at him, a little lost. “Something the matter?”

“I just noticed how fucking sexy you are, too.” The faint smell of bourbon on his breath.

This wasn’t the Jessie Blue you knew. Jessie was a southern sweetheart. Not a douche. This was the alcohol taking over.

Your pushed up against a wall. “What are you doing?”

“Can I kiss you?” He says, tilting your chin up.

“I-I don’t think you’d want to. You’re a little intoxicated.”

“I’m fine. A little kiss won’t hurt.”

You sighed. Maybe a kiss can help you forget Eddie. You lift your head and lowers his. Just as your lips were about to touch. Eddie and Chrissy barged in.

“Hope you don’t mind that we’ve joined the tour.”

Jessie Blue growls, angry at the interruption. “I said I’d whisk her away, Eddie. What the fuck are you doing here ruining the moment?”

Eddie steps up to him. “Don’t you ever lay hands on her again. You hear me, Blue?”

“You don’t fucking own her! She wanted it bad. You should see how wet I made that little cat—”

Eddie punches Jessie square in the jaw. You’re hands immediately flew to your mouth in shock. Jessie stumbles back, wiping away the blood from his mouth before attacking Eddie. They were swinging punch for punch and no matter how much you and Chrissy pleaded them to stop, they kept taking swings.

You ran out the room out into the living room where full crowd had dance away.

“There’s a fight!” You yelled, pointing down the private hallway.

The crowd rushed in but instead of helping to break it up. The crowd goes wild and chants. It was like fight club for rich people.

“You people are fucking useless,” You spot Mel Thomas and Judas Argo, having a beer on the deck. “Boys! It’s Eddie and Jessie. Their beating each other up!”

“Ahhh, fucking hell.” Judas says, putting down his beer.

“They do this every time they drink,” Mel explains to you. “Come on, Judas, let’s go fetch our idiots.”

You followed the men to the private hall. They effortlessly pushed through the crowds of people. You run to Chrissy’s side, holding her as you watched the men try to break up the fight.

After, Mel and Judas had to physically restrain Eddie from going after Jessie, the fight was officially over.

“Nothing to see here, folks. Continue partyin’ and all that.” Judas yells out, shooing the crowd.

Mel stares hard between the boys like a disappointed father. “What the fuck just happened?”

“Yeah, ya scarin’ the dames,” Judas chimes in. “You’re pissed drunk, aren’t you?”

“No. I’m not fucking drunk. Jessie tried putting his hands on Y/n.”

“Wait, I’m still trying to process what ya said. You’re not drunk?” Judas asks.

“No. Why the fuck’s that important? That bastard tried to touch Y/n.”

“Was it consensual?” Mel asks you.

“I-it was. Sorta.” You say, rubbing your arm.

Mel sighs. “I’m sure you girls are both shaken up. You should probably be taken home. I’ll get my keys…”

“No. I’ll take them home.” Eddie says.

“Bruv, you’re nose is bleeding so bad it has it’s own cycle.” Judas says.

“I said, I’ll take ‘em home.” Eddie growls.

“Alright, Terminator.” Judas says, holding up his hands.

Eddie grunts for you and Chrissy to follow him. The two of you tiptoeing around Jessie’s body lying out cold on the ground.

————

When you got home, Eddie came inside. You’d offered to patch him up. Chrissy heads to her room but not before giving you a little nudge of approval which meant ‘Get that dick, girl!’.

You shook you head at her, letting her know it was not happening much to her discontent.

You figured the best place to tend to him was in your living room where it was an open reminder that it was just regular patch up and done job. You stood between his legs as his sat on the couch wincing like a baby after every touch.

“You idiot.” You say, shaking your head at him as you cleaned around his nose with the medical gauze.

“I’m the idiot? Why the hell did you go with that asshole?”

“You mean, your bandmate?“

“Fuck that. The guy’s a pig.”

“He was.” You admitted.

“Then, why’d you let him kiss you?”

You couldn’t tell him the real reason. He’d never let you live it down. “Because I’m only a woman. I like what I like.”

“You like assholes who can’t fight?”

“Maybe,” You shrugged. “What’s it to you?”

He chuckles. “And I don’t even get a thank you. Just more of your bratty behavior.”

“Thank you,” You say, sincerely. “Ya happy?”

“Not yet. I don’t like that he touched you like that. I hate it actually.”

“It’s not so bad.”

“Oh? So if I were to touch you like this,” He wraps an arm around your waist, palming a handful of your ample globe in his large hand. His silver rings biting at your skin through the holes of the dress. “Is that ‘not so bad’?”

You lips parted but no words come out, you just look down at him with doe eyes. A mischievous glint sparking in his chocolate brown eyes let you know that he’d only push this further. He lifts cover all from behind letting the bottom hem rest on the top of your ass.

“What about if I did…this?” He moves his hand lower, squeezing between you clenched thighs. He looks up at your face for any protest. But you nod, allowing him to go further. All common sense had gone out the window.

Moving the thong over to the side, he can already feel the heat giving off from your pussy. You’re warm. You were probably wet, too. He trails a middle finger through your while kissing at your stomach. You bite back a moan, trying not to wake Chrissy. You have no control over your mouth once pushes the thick finger into you. You whimpered loud as if it were as cock. You cover your mouth, as he pumped into you.

“Fucking shit, you’re tight.” He growls. Loving the feeling of your cunt suctioning him in as if it wished to absorb it.

Your knees buckle and fall in front of him, removing his finger from inside you. He takes this opportunity to taste you, eyes shining once his tongue collects the ambrosia.

Eddie wraps his fingers around your throat. “Open wide.”

You shouldn’t but you did. He feeds you his index and middle fingers, making you suck on them as if they were his length. He’d just beat the shit out of his bandmate with them and now he’s making you take them down your throat, forcefully gagging you. You hope there wasn’t any blood on them but you could first taste the faint essence of you.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the saliva dribbling from your chin.

“That’s a good girl. Look at how eager you are to please me.” He rubs at his thigh. “Come sit on daddy’s lap.”

Y/n, it’s not too late to stop this! You crawl into his lap, straddling him. He’s so hard. If you’d grind just a little against him, you’d be through. He grips your throat. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want…”

Chrissy comes into the living room, stopping dead in her tracks when she spots you and Eddie in your positions. “Oh, shit. I’m cockblocking, aren’t I? Fuck!” She rans back into the room.

That was a sign. You quickly pull off him. He’s noticeably frustrated. You cleared your throat, gathering the last of your strength.

“I think you should go.” You say, arms crossed as you avoid his eyes.

“What’s with the switch up?” Eddie inquires, genuinely confused.

“I’m not thinking straight right now.” You say, standing up from the couch to show him the door.

He’s lost but gets up from the couch, anyway. You guide him to the front, doing your best not to ask him to come back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?“ He’s trying to hide the fact that he’s visibly pissed. He doesn’t care what anyone says: Blue Balls is very fucking real.

You nod. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He says, defeatedly, turning on his heels and exiting.

Then, you closed the door behind you and you let out a breath you weren’t sure you were holding. That was the hardest experience you’ve dealt with. Maybe you weren’t as strong in suppressing your sexual appetite as you thought. You’ll make a note for a separate room in London.

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[hellfirexhoe]

Smut request for Eddie finding out reader has a praise kink… sucker for a good girl mention 🤤

Absolutely YES he would absolutely 100% be into affirmation play and I love him for that. (Also I am sorry this took like 4 years to get posted!!)

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, praise kink, friends to lovers, smoking, fingering

“All I’m saying princess is that you’re too good for the losers of this town.” Eddie flicks the end of his cigarette into the ash tray before offering it to you.

“I’m not disagreeing that this town is filled with losers, but you’d think there would be at least one singular man in this town who can make a woman cum.” You take a long drag before passing back to Eddie.

"Ah, there is a man such as he." Eddie quips, using his voice reserved for “wise” NPCs in his hellfire games. You laugh at his accompanying eyebrow raise.

"Oh pray tell, who is this man of legend?" Eddie holds the cigarette between his lips and gestures to himself with dramatic flair, you barely notice because you’re busy staring at his mouth, wondering how it’s fair that him doing something as simple as holding a cigarette between his lips could be so erotic to you.

“Oooof, tough crowd.” Eddie jokes and it dawns on you that you never actually said anything, just stared at his mouth in response. You decide that enough is enough with the pining, and you quickly close the gap between you, pressing your lips hungrily to Eddie’s. He flounders for a split second, caught very off guard but quickly catches on, managing to snuff out the cigarette before pulling you onto his lap, all without breaking the kiss.

Eddie's hands are travelling all over your body, learning the way you respond has him captivated. He breaks the kiss but his lips don't leave your skin for one second, they trace paths from your lips to your neck, to your collarbone.

"Wanted this, wanted this for so fucking long." The confession leaves your lips in a flurry of words and soft sighs, Eddie doesn't let the confession dangle for long,

"Me too sweetheart." You shift on his lap and Eddie stiffens slightly as you can now feel his jean clad erection against your body, he looks up at you with an apologetic smile,

"Sorry, can't really help it when you're on my lap like this." Your lips capture his and you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies together until there's no space between you, and then you start to rock your hips against him, Eddie nips at your lip and pulls away,

"Hey, just because I'm hard doesn't mean we have to do anything. Don't... don't do this on my account."

"Are you saying you don't want me?"

"Fuck no, I'll ravish you for days if that's what you want."

"Now where did you learn a big word like ravish?" You tease and he laughs, his gorgeous head tipping back, it's warm and familiar and makes you want him all the more. You lean in and kiss him once more, this time taking his ring clad hand in yours, guiding it up your thigh, to rest on your waistband of your jeans, Eddie catches on quickly and works to unbutton, pausing with his hand resting on your lower stomach, the temperature of your skin making his rings feel cold by comparison. Then once more he pulls away from your kiss, the loss making you whine pathetically.

"You really want this? You want me?" You nod in response,

"No, words sweetheart, use your words."

"I want you, I've always wanted you."

"Good girl." Your stomach drops at the words, heat rising in your cheeks instantly, and Eddie notices this, "Oh, now that's just not fair."

You had meant to ask him what he meant but all thoughts left your head as he slipped his hand into your underwear, using the palm of his hand to rub your puffy clit while his fingers traced around your entrance, coating them in your slick as he did so. Your head falls onto his shoulder, heat leaving your cheeks as it travels down to the pit of your stomach.

"How does it feel?" Eddie is watching you closely, the intensity making you feel shy, so you bury your face in his shirt, the fabric muffling your answer, Eddie stops tracing your entrance, his fingers now rubbing your clit painfully slowly,

"I need this good girl to use her words and tell me how I can make her feel so incredible." Eddie whispers into your ear, feeling your cheeks get hot again against his neck.

"S- so good Eddie, so good."

"There we go. Now let me see that blush on your pretty face." You turn your head slightly, your cheeks getting hotter as you do do,

"Aw, my little beetroot." Eddie pulls you in for a kiss as he works his fingers faster and with more pressure, making you moan into the kiss, hands coming up to tangle in his hair only coming up for air when you start to feel light headed. Your hips are starting to twitch at every touch, you're teetering the line of overstimulation and you're not sure whether to beg for him to stop or cry for more, so you settle for pathetic whimpers,

"Oh sweet girl, is it too much for you?" There's concern in Eddie's voice, sure, but there's a teasing edge to it. You shake your head,

"No .. not too much.. Want more."

Eddie keeps his pace around your clit, his other arm locking you into place so your hips can't move to reduce the stimulation, your thighs start to shake in response, you're getting so close now.

"I know baby, I know. You're doing so good for me, just a little more." Eddie coos into your ear, punctuating his sentence with a soft bite to your ear lobe.

Your whole body is starting to tremble in his arms, your heavy lids close over your eyes and your jaw is slack as you feel yourself on the edge of orgasm, Eddie starts to increase the pressure of his fingers around your clit, and you're fairly sure your brain short circuits as you cry out in pleasure, pulling him close as your orgasm hits you, Eddie not stopping his motions until you've fully ridden it out and are grabbing his arm to still his hand.

Your head comes to rest against his shoulder once more as you try to catch your breath and steady the tremors going through you.

"Jesus." Is all you can manage,

"Told you there was a guy in Hawkins who could make you cum." Eddie rubs soothing circles into your back, "You did so well for me." He adds, softly.

"Give me a second and I'll help you out." You breathe out, still trembling slightly. Eddie chuckles and you hear the nervousness in it, you lift your heavy lids to glance at him, it's his turn to blush now.

"That really won't be necessary." Eddie gently lifts you off his lap and gestures to a darkened spot on his jeans, "Gotta say, no girl has ever made me cum in my pants before."

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[usedtobecooler]

Please bestie do me a favour and write the fic where reader gets cucked by Steve please I’m on my knees begging I love your work

smutty stocking stuffers day two - steddie x reader

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), protected anal sex, cuckholding, coming untouched, dacryphilia, dirty talk, mean reader, mean steve, fluff, banter.

Word Count | 2.1k

A/N | for anybody who’s confused, this prompt is based on this post by the ever wonderful @boldlyvoid 🤍

“At this point I honestly think you want to fuck Steve,” You say it to Eddie as a passing comment, really. It doesn’t come out snarky, just factual. You'd seen the way they were together, the lingering glances, how they always had to be touching each other, it was bordering on more-than-friends territory, and you'd be a fool to pretend you'd never noticed it.

Eddie had been non stop, talking about everything he and Steve got up to on their ‘boys trip’ to the city since he got back a few short hours earlier. Eddie’s voice dies in his throat at your words, brows furrowing and a pout overcoming him.

“You want to fuck Steve,” Its a weak response, but it’s all Eddie’s got, and it makes you cackle. He’s flustered, cheeks hot, twiddling his rings in his fingers the way he always does when he’s nervous.

“Maybe I wanna watch Steve fuck you,” You say it as a half joke, so if Eddie freaks out you can back up and say you were only kidding and he’ll somewhat believe you, but you’re looking at Eddie and he’s looking at you, and he’s not shooting you down or running away in disgust.

“You wanna get cucked by Steve Harrington?” Eddie bristles, and you laugh at how stupid it sounds, now that he’s saying it out loud. But a warmth pools in your belly at the thought, a flush takes over your face.

“I dunno, maybe I do.” You challenge, expecting Eddie to back down, but he looks at you all defiantly, crowding into your space, hands engulfing your hips. It’s a weird game of chicken, you think, and Steve is the unwilling pawn.

“Maybe you should call him then.” Eddie’s breath fans in your face and it makes you shiver, the faint smell of cigarettes and minty gum intoxicating. He leans in to kiss you, and you meet him halfway, getting wrapped up in the searing heat of it as he kicks your legs apart, slots one of his own in the space in between, and lets you grind against him until you're gasping and crying his name.

“Look at her, she looks real pretty sat there watching us, huh?” Steve’s attention goes to you, where you’re sat in his chair at the side of the bed, watching them with hooded eyes.

The pretty lacy underwear you put on had been worn at Steve’s request — “It’s only fair I get to see you both looking sweet for me, right?” He’d cooly said it down the phone, and it had you twirling the cord in your fingers with a blush spread across your cheeks. Steve had a sharp tongue, he knew how to fluster you.

He’s talking nonchalantly as if he’s not two fingers deep in Eddie’s ass, spreading him open and getting your boyfriend ready to take his cock. Steve is big, but you knew that anyway, Hawkins was a small town and everybody talked, you’d heard your fair share about Steve Harrington’s penis.

Eddie’s losing composure pretty quickly, fringe matted to his forehead and small little whimpers escaping his lips, noises going right to your cunt. He was always submissive, even for you, but this was something entirely different — watching him being fucked open by Steve’s long fingers with his knees almost up at his chest.

“You think you can handle me nice now, hmm?” Steve grins down at Eddie, and you see him flex his wrist, crooking slightly until Eddie’s gasping for breath, fisting the sheets below him. His hard cock kicks up against his belly, slapping and leaving slick behind on his happy trail.

Eddie nods, throwing an arm over his eyes to shield them as Steve slips his wet fingers out, making hasty work of grabbing for the condom and lube next to him on the bed, tearing the foil with his teeth.

You watch through half lidded eyes in awe, Steve’s as hard as Eddie is and he’s not even been touched. He slides the condom down his length with ease, like he’d done it a hundred times before (and the rest, you bristle quietly). He pops the cap on the lube, slicking himself with it, exhaling a shuddery moan when he deftly wraps his own hand around his cock, the little bit of relief obviously feeling blissful.

“What do you say, babygirl? Think he’s ready for me?” Steve asks without even looking at you, shuffling forward between Eddie’s spread legs, catching the head of his cock on Eddie’s hole and eliciting a hiss in return.

You speak without even thinking, like your mouth can’t catch up with your brain, “I think so, Stevie. Give him what he’s been begging for, I know he can take it.”

Steve grabs at Eddie’s arm with his free hand, tearing it away from his eyes, forcing his head to the side, making Eddie look at you when you’re talking to him. There’s a glint in Eddie’s eyes as they lock with yours, he’s clearly enjoying this as much as both you and Steve are.

You watch with mouth agape as the head of Steve’s cock catches on Eddie’s hole, and he sinks into him with minimal effort. Eddie gasps and moans, his tummy muscles tensing up as Steve stretches him out, cock dragging along every little part of his walls.

“See why girls love it so much?” Steve grunts, just sitting there, bottomed out in Eddie’s ass and watching him curiously, “Feels good, right? The full feeling?”

“Yeah, shit, feels really good,” Eddie’s voice is choked, gravelly and it’s sending you reeling. They’re so much hotter together than you imagined, all tangled up together and panting like dogs in heat. Your tummy coils up with need, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you.

They both share a silent look between each other before Steve pulls out, shoving back in as quick as he left, testing the waters. Eddie’s back arches up off the bed, into Steve’s chest and the larger man uses it to his advantage, hooking an arm under Eddie’s back and setting a brutal pace.

It’s dirty, watching them fucking like animals. Steve’s fast, hard, the snap of his hips deafening in the otherwise silent room, just their moaning and heaving breaths breaking it up. Your pussy aches, your nipples are hard, unable to rip your eyes off of them.

Eddie’s face is screwed up in bliss, plump pink lips agape as he moans, his cock left untouched and desperate between them. Steve smiles down at him, and Eddie barks out a little chuckle in return, their demeanour losing credibility for just a moment. They’re probably thinking this is insane, they’d probably be right too.

The pool of precum in the dip of Eddie's belly makes your cunt clench, it's like nothing you'd ever seen before, watching him become a whimpering, messy, begging little thing like this. It does something to your insides that you never expected, clouds your brain, consumes you.

"You really gotta peg him some time, babygirl," Steve groans, unable to tear his eyes away from where his cock is sinking in and out of Eddie's needy, puffy hole, "He fucking loves it, don't you? Only time you've ever shut your mouth your whole damn life, honey."

Honey. Eddie whimpers, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, and you can't believe Steve is doing this to him, making him cry and beg silently for his cock, and you love it.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" You cock your head at Eddie and his eyes snap to meet yours, big brown orbs filled with wet tears, mouth open in a quiet moan, "You crying? Steve's cock's pretty big, huh?"

Your voice is sickly sweet, like saccharine, even though the condescending undertone is obvious. Eddie cries out, fingers digging into the meat of Steve's biceps and you let out a barking laugh, Steve joining in and you can tell Eddie's getting close with the way his cock leaks uncontrollably, the head turning purple, begging for release.

"Y'think we can make him come untouched, babygirl?" Steve asks, finally ripping his eyes away from Eddie to look at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, his composure is mind-blowing, the only sign that he's folding is the way his mouth hangs open with every harsh thrust into Eddie's ass.

"Hm, what do you think, baby?" Your eyes flit back to Eddie, and he's struggling, you can tell, the way his brows furrow together, nose scrunching up, "Think you can be a good boy and come for us? Come on Steve's thick cock?"

Eddie nods his head fervently, and Steve doubles down on his efforts, pinning Eddie by the throat with his large hand, squeezing down as he pounds into him, the slick, loud clapping echoing in the room and going right to your pussy. You know you're soaked through, probably leaving a damp patch on Steve's plush chair, but you can't find it in you to care.

“Kiss him, Stevie. He’s begging for it,” You can’t help the way the words keep tumbling out, your arousal getting the better of you as you watch them both. Steve throws a smirk in your direction, leaning forward and capturing Eddie’s lips in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue into the heat of his mouth until Eddie’s gripping at his hair.

It’s wild, watching them going at it like this. You take the bait, the noises and visuals getting the best of you and you pull your legs up, slipping a hand deftly into your underwear. The slickness from your folds soak your fingers quickly and you whine quietly, making sure you don’t distract them as you touch yourself, fingers sliding over your clit in slow circles.

"S-Steve, god, fuck," Eddie's voice is hoarse, the first he's spoken since Steve sunk into him in one swift motion, wet with choked off sobs as his cock kicks up one last time and he's coming, slicking his belly and chest with his load.

You sit there, mouth agape as you watch his cock twitch, blurting out the last little spurts as Steve's hips begin to stutter, in a telltale sign that he's close now, Eddie clamping down on him like a vice clearly enough to do it for him.

"Fuck, holy fuck," Steve's hand slides from Eddie's throat and instead meets Eddie's hip, grip so tight it's going to leave bruises. It's oddly endearing, the way Eddie is looking up at him with half lidded eyes, and Steve is looking back like they're the only people in the room, and you'd be lying if it didn't cause a pang in your chest, "You're so fucking tight, taking me so well, m'gonna -"

Steve doesn't even get the words out before he's coming, shoving into Eddie's ass to the hilt and moaning in his ear, filling the condom with his thick release. You shove any thoughts to the back of your head, ears ringing with Steve's noises, shooting straight to your core.

You might've known Steve wouldn't be chivalrous, with the way he throws himself down on top of Eddie like a fucking heathen, causing Eddie to grunt out a small 'oomf'.

It's like what just happened, never really happened at all, with the way they start play fighting like a pair of idiots as Steve's cock slips out of Eddie, shoving at each other and laughing.

"Get off me, you fucking brute of a man." Eddie huffs and puffs, until Steve is pulling himself back up onto his haunches, letting Eddie breathe. It should be weird, watching your boyfriend and his best friend like this, but it isn't - it's like this was how your dynamic was meant to be, in an odd way.

"I always knew you were a bottom," Steve chuckles, throwing a glance in your direction, and you meet his eyes with a wide smile, "Think it's time we gave your girl some attention, Munson. What do you think?"

You glance over at Eddie who's looking at you with worried eyes and a furrowed brow, almost like he forgot you were there and now he needs to make sure you're okay. You nod your head just once, barely a motion, but Eddie gets it, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth, "C'mere, sweetheart. Let us take care of you."

And who were you to refuse these two men the opportunity of pleasuring you?

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[kurtie4life96]

when the party's over.

E.M. x F Reader drabble

Summary: That night in the Upside Down changed everything between you and Eddie.

CW: MDNI 18+, extreme angst, (soft) smut, mentions of drinking, smoking, arguing, injuries, dialogue taken from season 4

Loosely based on the song by Billie Eilish.

"Oh my god, Eddie!"

"Pretty bad, huh?" He sputtered, his hair matted with blood and dirt as you held the back of his head.

"No, no you're fine, we just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?" Your voice cracked as panic gripped every muscle in your body.

"Okay."

You tried to lift him up, tried to get his bloodied body off the cold ground, but he'd grunted in pain, dead weight, too heavy to carry, so you tore your shirt, frantically trying to stop the bleeding from his neck, but it was no use.

There was a moment of silence between you two, the only noise in the background from demobats and other unholy creatures in their habitat of the Upside Down.

An ominous, dreadful feeling settled itself in your stomach as you looked at his brutalized body in horror- pieces of him bitten off all over his legs, arms, sides, and neck as he lied in a pool of his own blood, motionless.

Reality only settled in more when his glossed over eyes turned to look at you, and he smiled- a type of smile that without words, told you he wasn't going to make it.

"I think it's my year now," Eddie's voice shook as he choked out more blood, a smile still on his face, "I think it's finally my year."

"Eddie, no, please..." you quietly sobbed, pleading with him, holding him as close as you could without hurting him further, hot tears rolling down your cold cheeks.

"I love you." He confessed, his body beginning to shudder uncontrollably beneath yours.

"I love you too, Eddie," you assured your dearest friend through sobs, "I'll always love you."

It'd been 5 months since Eddie Munson died in your arms.

It'd also been 5 months since Eleven found the two of you, and restarted his heart, saving his life.

Eddie had healed from his injuries, went on to graduate, and, of course, flipped Principal Higgins off.

He'd also told you, over time, that he meant what he said when he'd told you he loved you.

You told him you meant it too. Yet, you also told him that you couldn't be together.

It was too risky, too dangerous to start something romantic with a friend, when there was a possibility you could lose him again, or he could lose you. The fight with Vecna wasn't over.

The two of you had argued about it numerous times, and as much as you wanted to be with him, be something more than friends, you were just too damn scared.

Eddie eventually said he understood, after months of trying to convince you otherwise, because you wouldn't let up. But this also caused a rift between you two.

Anytime you were around each other, there would be this strong tension in the air, this push and pull, and by refusing to do anything about it, you'd eventually distanced yourselves from each other.

You thought that you would go numb, that your feelings for Eddie would eventually subside, but it was sure taking an awfully long time.

And you missed him more than anything. But his presence was too overwhelming for you. The event that took place was too traumatic for you to even converse with him.

Trauma is just funny like that.

And now here you were, 5 months later, at someone's house party that you didn't even know the name of.

Music boomed throughout the fairly large house, a giant crowd of belligerent teenagers and young adults scattered throughout it.

Everyone was dancing obnoxiously, shouting, doing shots and shotgunning beers. Well, everyone except for you and Robin.

The two of you stood in the corner of the living room people watching, sipping on a red solo cup of a mixed drink like the usual wallflowers you were, snickering and making fun of everyone.

You were dressed similarly- tank top, flannel, and high waisted shorts, a perfect outfit for a warm August evening.

"Check out Tammy Thompson's moves," you giggled, leaning against Robin's shoulder.

"Oh my god."

She put a hand up to her face and hung her head low with secondhand embarassment, before the two of you bursted into laughter, stomachs hurting and pushing each other back and forth, before Robin's laughter stopped abruptly.

"What, what happened?" You chuckled, still smiling at her.

"Look," she whispered, a sense of urgency in her voice.

You glanced over to where she stared, to find Eddie Munson on the other side of the room, gazing at you with soft eyes, a kind grin on his face, seemingly amused with your good mood.

Your smile slowly faded and your heart dropped, going silent, and his did too, his gaze hardening before he looked away quickly, averting his eyes back to the group of teenagers he'd previously been speaking with.

"Shit," you murmured under your breath, staring into your cup and fiddling with the straw.

"I wish you guys would just talk, or fuck, or something," Robin emphasized, taking a sip of her drink.

"Yeah, right," you scoffed playfully, raising your eyebrows, refusing to look back up at him, "shoulda known he'd be at a party, selling weed or whatever it is he's doing now."

"Go talk to him," she suggested, shoving her shoulder against yours, "this is stupid. You love each other."

"I can't, Robin, I just can't," you reasoned with her, though your heart ached, "everytime I see him, I just... see him die all over again... plus, I've been drinking, probably not a good idea."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. You've had one drink. Neither of you are leaving Hawkins anytime soon. You can either stare at each other like creeps forever, or you can just clear the air."

She motioned her head for you to look at him, and you sighed, slowly averting your eyes back to Eddie to find him observing you once again.

His throat bobbed, studying your body language cautiously as you continued to stare back, taking note of his furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips, and long dark curls.

Damn it.

"Fine," you groaned, keeping eye contact with him, "but it's not gonna change anything."

You began to trek through the sea of the intoxicated crowd towards the backyard, knowing well that Eddie would get the hint and follow after you.

"Yay!" Robin exclaimed, "Love you! Be good! Hey, Tammy!"

You opened the sliding glass door and walked outside, not bothering to close it behind you as you knew Eddie would be out momentarily.

You stood on the back deck, arms crossed as you peered off into the night sky. Your stomach was doing backflips in anticipation- no- nervousness as you awaited his presence, counting the seconds as they went by.

11 seconds and you heard a couple of heavy footsteps behind you, the door gently slide shut, and a couple more steps walking towards you.

With a sharp inhale and exhale, you turned around, arms still crossed and took in the heartbreaking sight before you.

Eddie Munson.

He stared at you, hands in his pockets, a melancholy, yet empathetic look in his eyes, and you looked down to your feet, shuffling them back and forth, unsure of what to say.

Another moment passed before he asked, "Cigarette?"

Another moment passed before you answered in a flat voice, "Sure."

He handed you one, putting another between his lips, lighting the tip of his before using the same flame to light yours as you leaned forward into it, taking a long drag and giving him a small nod of appreciation.

"So," he exhaled, "what're we doing out here?"

"Robin." You blew out smoke, flicking your cigarette constantly in an anxious manner.

Eddie nodded, "Figures."

"Mhm," You nodded back, focusing on anything but him, until you felt that same tension, that same push and pull feeling crawling back towards you.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing," he flicked his cigarette, his lips curling into a smile, "just that I figured you wouldn't talk to me unless someone told you to."

You frowned, looking to your feet again and your chest tightened, "That's not true."

"Yeah, it is," he chuckled sarcastically, "I mean, you avoid me at all fucking costs-"

"Stop it," you demanded, now scowling at him, "you act like I hate you-"

"No, it's fine," he interrupted, a shit eating grin on his face as he leaned back nonchalantly, "everyone hates me. I hate me, too. It's alright."

"Eddie," you looked at him with disbelief, "that is absolutely not true, I-"

"You what?" He took a step forward to you now, peering down at you, "you, what? Love me?"

You stared into him, faces now inches apart, feeling provoked, "You know I do."

"Yeah, right," he laughed, throwing his arms up in the air, voice getting louder, "that's why you just love to be around me, you know it's not my fault what happened-"

"Eddie," you warned quietly, "let me speak."

"Oh, so now, now all the sudden you've got so much to say? Are you fucking kidding me? Jesus christ, pick a way to be-"

"Let. Me. Talk!" You raised your voice, instantly feeling bad for it, but stood your ground anyway.

He let out a small laugh of disbelief, staring into your eyes, before he leaned back again, taking another puff of his cigarette, motioning for you to continue.

"Let me talk, please, okay?" You sighed.

He nodded impatiently, only making you angrier.

"Eddie, I love you. And I'm so fucking scared to lose you," tears prodded at your eyes now, "I know what happened wasn't your fault. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's my fault. And I feel it, and I relive the experience everytime I look at you. I've learned what it's like to lose you, and I am fucking terrified that I will again. I could lie, I could say I like it like this-"

You choked back a sob, earning a concerned look from Eddie's face, "Wait, hold on, it's not your fault either, don't say that-"

"Stop interrupting me!" You cried, tears rolling hot over your cheeks now, "I can't be with you the way you want me to, the way I want to, because I don't want to be in love with you, plan some kind of future with you, only to lose you again, or for you to lose me. So please, stop doing this to me!"

"I love you!" He shouted as he lunged towards you, his face turning red, curled up in pain as he attempted to hold yours, "I love you so much that it fucking hurts, and I can't do this, I'll never be able to look at you, and not love you-"

You took a step back, swatting Eddie's hands away, "Please, let me let you go. I can't do this. I can't keep telling you the same thing- I'm fuckin outta here-"

You shoved your way past him, opening the back door and storming aimlessly through the crowd.

"Hey!" Robin yelled at you, "where are you going?"

"I've got a ride," you lied, not bothering to make eye contact as you head out the front door, starting your journey home on foot.

You sobbed as you walked down the streets, not even knowing if you were headed the right direction, mascara staining your face as you stumbled and stopped every few steps to catch your breath, the emotional pain becoming physical as you leaned over to gasp, an even deeper sob from the last leaving your chest each time.

"Nothing's better sometimes," you tried to reassure yourself that you were doing the right thing as you trekked down the dark streets of Hawkins.

Normally you would feel scared, worried that you were walking home alone in the middle of the night, knowing what monstrosities could be around you and even underneath you, but not this time. This time, that was the last thing on your mind. And the first thing on your mind was Eddie.

Eddie. Oh, how you loved that boy so god damn much, it ached every bone in your body. All you wanted to do was be with him, more than anything, but it was just too risky. Too risky to be with him, only for him to lose you, or for you to lose him again.

You wondered if you even were making the right decision, that if that stupid saying, 'it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all' was really true. But it was surely too late now. That argument, that fight felt like the last one. The one you couldn't come back from.

You'd only walked about 10 minutes before you heard a vehicle slowly pull up next to you, making you stop in your tracks.

You tried to compose yourself, catch your breath, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest before you turned towards it, knowing damn well what and who it was.

You slowly looked over to see Eddie, sitting in his van, his engine running and his window rolled down.

Time slowed down for you now, the world outside, the night pausing, coming to a halt around you while you stared at him, your makeup now a sorry mess on your face, as he said the simple words you didn't even know you so desperately needed, his voice stern, but his face soft and kind.

"Get in."

Your crying stopped, and you continued to gaze at him for a moment, trying to grasp the situation in front of you, before you easily agreed, not saying a word to him as you walked to the passenger side door, opened it, got in and sat down, putting your seat belt on as you hiccuped.

"Cigarette?" Eddie asked you, not looking at you, his eyes only on the road, though he hadn't started driving yet.

You nodded, your hands on your lap, only keeping your gaze directly on the lit up gravel in front of you.

Eddie put a cigarette between his lips, lighting it and then passing it to you before he lit his own, shifting his van into gear and speeding off.

Neither of you spoke as he drove through the red lights of Hawkins in a rush to get home, the radio not even turned on as you sat in blissful silence, a mutual, comforting understanding between the two of you that no more words needed to be spoken, it just simply wasn't necessary.

You had long finished your cigarette by the time he turned into the trailer park, shutting off his headlights as he pulled in front of his home, parking his van and turning it off, pulling the keys out as you clicked off your seat belt, and the two of you sat in silence a moment longer.

Eddie glanced at you for a beat, his gaze unfocused and dark before opening his door and getting out, walking over to the passenger side and opening it for you, reaching a helping hand towards you to help you get out.

You followed him up the steps of his trailer as he fumbled with his keys, then unlocking the front door and stepping inside, grabbing your arm and yanking you inside the dark of his home before you could walk in yourself, slamming the door.

Everything happened fast, as you expected.

Eddie pushed you against the front door as quickly as you pulled him into you, his soft lips finding yours easily, kissing you as hard as he could, his hands cradling the side of your face as you raked your hands through his hair and pulled him into you, humming with relief into each other's mouths.

The kiss broke, only for the both of you to sigh a blissed out swear as you surged forward again, each rough kiss feeling like a 'what if', 'why not', 'fuck it', 'this should have happened sooner'.

His hands snaked up your waist, shirt lifted, calloused hands wide and hot across your ribs. You pushed up into him more when Eddie slipped his tongue along your bottom lip, deepening the kiss, softly moaning into it as you licked into each other's mouths feverishly, desperately, and there was an ache in your heart that felt like he still wasn't close enough.

You tugged on his hair, earning a groan from him, your name leaving his lips with a drawn out whisper.

The action made your body relax into his and your knees fell apart for him, inviting him to put his leg between them, the friction of his pants against your clothed heat making you gasp softly as Eddie slid off his infamous jacket in a hurry, hastily pressing his lips against yours again as he pulled off your flannel, needy hands now smoothing up and down bare arms.

His hands roamed down to your ass as you embraced desperately, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall harder, making you yelp, as he kissed down your neck, sucking a light bruise there, another one on your collarbone when you let out the prettiest sigh he'd ever heard.

Eddie needed more, his voice rasping swears as he carried you to his bedroom, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, kissing against his neck, and he pressed you into the messy sheets of his bed, his lips still soft and probing, sighing in solace as if to say, 'finally'.

But then he pulled back, sitting before you, his lips swollen from yours as he gazed at you, and you reached your arms out to him, a sudden stinging of tears in your eyes, quietly whining for more.

"It's okay, I got you babe, don't worry," Eddie reassured you softly, peeling his shirt off of himself, then pulling you up by your arms to pull your tank top off and unhook your bra in a hurry, throwing the garments to the side and he leaned into you again, kissing the tears off of your face before they could come running down.

He sucked on your bottom lip hungrily, and you whined, reaching between you to grab at his belt, a pretty whimper leaving your lips as you tugged at it wantonly, making him hiss.

You were begging, pleading with him, 'more, please, more,' in a small voice that drove Eddie absolutely mad, his hard length straining against his torn jeans, all for you.

He cursed to himself in a hushed voice, biting his lip and sighing heavily, and he gave in, taking his belt off and tugging his pants down his legs frantically, leaning back with a sigh of relief as his rather large length was free.

"C'mere," you insisted, reaching for him, wanting to touch him, wanting to smooth your hands along the scars in his sides that you never got a chance to care for, but Eddie shushed you, placing a kiss to the side of your knee to comfort you as he saw you were overwhelmed.

"Just want you," his voice low and husky as he fumbled with the button of your shorts before he paused, his eyes heavy and half lidded, "that okay?"

"Please. Want you too," you whined, arching your lower abdomen into his hand, motioning for him to hurry.

Eddie unbuttoned them in a frenzy, pulling your zipper down and sliding your shorts and panties down your legs, tossing them aside.

He had to lean back and take a moment, his eyes hungry and dark, his lips slightly agape as he took in the full sight of you, and cursed to himself at how pretty you looked.

He gazed at you and then your heat, groaning and praising you for how wet you were when he slid two fingers along your folds, his thumb grazing over your clit, trying to contain himself from absolutely ruining you.

You keened at his touch, grinding into his hand and he bit his lip at your reaction, spreading your knees farther apart for more access as he dipped a finger inside of you easily.

You gasped at the action, and Eddie quickly dipped in a second finger, curling and thrusting them in and out of you languid, gazing in wonder, getting impossibly harder by the second.

"Eddie," you rasped, "I need you. I love you."

He pulled his fingers out and crowded into you then, his hand sprawled messy but gentle along your throat and jaw, kissing and licking into your mouth deeply, moaning into each other as he lined himself up with your entrance.

You brought your knees up to your sides, caging him in, and he pressed a hand into the pillow next to you, hovering over you as you rested a hand against his scarred chest as he pushed into you.

You both let out a gasp of each other's names and expletives as your slick made it easy for him to push all the way into you, bottoming out, and Eddie gave you a moment to get used to the feeling, the pad of his thumb gently stroking your cheek, and curled his hand under your knee, lifting it up over his shoulder before he pulled out slowly, and pushed into you again.

He set a slow but sensual, deep pace and as much as you wanted more, it felt amazing, the both of you panting softly, cheeks flushed and skin slick with sweat, clutching the sheets of his bedding as he pushed in and out you, his lips kissing lazily against your own as you pushed against his thrusts, hitting the spot you so desperately needed.

Eddie picked up the pace, and with the stuttering of his hips, you knew that he was already getting close, understandably so, as you were too, a result from the want- the need from each other you needed for so long, and you couldn't wait anymore, not when he stretched out your walls so perfectly, when he felt so deep, so amazing.

When your walls squeezed against him, his hips snapped and Eddie cursed, his jaw slack as the both of you moaned in ecstacy.

"Jesus christ," his voice was hoarse between thrusts, "you can't do that, I'm not gonna last long."

"Me neither," you mumbled as he continued to massage your inner walls, the curls of his hair tickling your face.

You nearly cried out when he gripped your hip tightly, sure to leave a bruise, and he couldn't help himself anymore, not when you looked so pretty, not when you felt so good.

Eddie bit back a moan, sinking his teeth into your knee as he spilled himself inside you, his hips stuttering as you followed closely behind, your walls gripping him and pulsing as your orgasm took ahold of you, your lower tummy blooming deliciously as he rocked into you through each other's highs.

His hips finally stilled, and his body went limp into yours, the both of you panting against each other, his head in the crook of your neck, pressing sloppy, loving kisses along the side of your face, smoothing stray hair strands away from your forehead.

He pulled out of you and you whimpered, but Eddie was quick to catch your lips, swallowing the sound and he kissed you passionately, before tumbling next to you, pulling your slick body into his, limbs entangled, trying to get impossibly close.

"I love you," he whispered against your lips, eyes closed, "and you're never gonna lose me. Okay?"

Tears prodded your eyes, and you nodded eagerly, smoothing your hands up and down his scarred sides, not knowing if it was true, but you smiled anyways.

"I love you too."

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[themrsmunson]

18 plus only

Crystal charging and sitting on Eddie's face

What is says above 👆🏻 Eddie helps you charge your crystal collection and you thank him by sitting on his face. Eddie and partner are both mid to late 20s. Oral sex f recieving, cumming in pants, mentions of witchy poo shenanigans.

Crystal charging and sitting on Eddie's beautiful face.

You're deep in concentration, brow furrowed as you place your protective crystals into seperate jars, carefully filling them up with the earth you've gathered from the wooded area behind yours and Eddie's trailer. You stand up wiping your dirty hands down the front of your short flared skirt.

"We done?" you smile at Eddie as he starts gathering up the jars and awkwardly holds out his elbow for you to grasp. You walk to the edge of the trailer park where he's already dug some holes and carefully place your jars inside. Covering them with more earth you go to stand next to your crop top wearing metal head boyfriend.

"How long do they stay there?"

You shrug "Um about a week? Give it time to work."

You fall into a comfortable silence as you lazily make your way back to your shared home. Eddie has his arm round your waist, carefully drawing shapes with with fingertips across the exposed skin between your red skirt and black top.

"So thankyou" you say turning to hug him as you reach the steps.

"What for?" He cocks his head to one side and eyes you smiling.

You laugh wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling his nose with your own.

"For always being up for doing weird shit with me."

He pulls his face back to look at you, tongue caught between his lips.

"Honestly? I'm up for all the weird shit you can throw at me. But if you really wanna thank me, I have an idea."

You pull each other inside, not sure yet who's actually in the lead here. Eddie lays down on the couch and grins up at you.

"Wanna sit on my face sweetheart?"

You slowly remove your underwear, eyes not leaving Eddie's, a breathy moan leaving his mouth as you toss them to him. He catches them and shoves them down the front of his jeans. Pointing to his face he says sternly "sit".

You position your cunt over Eddie's face, back arching back as he grabs your hips pulling you down harshly, his tongue everywhere all at once as his fingers dig bruises into your skin rocking you back and forth.

He shifts to suck gently on your clit, hands grasping your ass and tipping you forward so that you have to hold the armrest to steady yourself.

You look down and he's watching you, eyes darkened and hair splayed around his head. You feel rather than see him smile and his teeth graze you ever so slightly.

You start rocking faster as his fingers find their way inside your pussy, swirling and scissoring you towards your orgasm. He deepens the pressure of his lips and tongue on your clit, moaning into you and sending vibrations through your core. You grab his hair with one hand and his moans get louder as you feel his body moving in rhythm behind you.

You cum all over his face and as you throw your head back you both hear and feel your boyfriend moaning and gasping along with you, the sensory overload of you above him alongside your used underwear touching his cock making him cum in his pants.

You move down to lie on top of him, the two of you playing with each others hair as you both come down from your highs.

Eddie nuzzles the top of your head and you sleepily reach to hold his hand as you ponder why the fuck you didn't leave a marker so you could find your crystals again.

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[ohwowimlonley]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚FOR AU TUESDAY ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

tattoo artist!eddie doing reader sternum/under boob tattoo, i want a bat under my boobs going all the way across (like the wings spread underneath each titty? ya know😳) anyway smth smutty ofc, im thinking maybe pre-established relationship so like he’s all “i’m the only one who gets to do those kinda places, some dude doesn’t get to see ur boobs 😡😡” like imagine him pulling his hair back and putting on those little black gloves. he tells how good ur doing and keeps calling you sweetheart (this happened w my tattoo guy but he’s like an old man😭😭) - good god 🫠🥴

i’m sorry that’s a lot and i hope it makes sense but i’m excited!!!! i have so many ideas 😭🫶🏻u said ghostface and my brain short circuited

Eek! I love him!! Send in all you want bby!!

Tad nsfw

“Take your top off then, princess,” he tugs on the hem of the material, cheeky grin on his face because he hasn’t set up yet and therefore it’s completely unnecessary for you to be half naked. Eddie admires the view, skilled fingers setting out various inks and paper towels, blindly cleaning all of his individual tools by muscle memory alone.

“Okay, lemme see,” he pulled his wheelie chair closer, right to the edge of the latex covered one you were resting against. Really, there was no need for him to come closer and inspect your tits; he’d seen them so many times that the image was burned into his memory. You rolled your eyes as his fingers came up to probe at your exposed chest, prodding at muscle, smoothing a hand down your sternum, eyes flitting over the skin you wanted to stain with ink. He was gentle with you, pushing ever so lightly on your ribs to make you lay back on the chair, “are you sure? Remember what I said?”

“Yeah, yeah, once the needles on my skin, you’re not gonna stop,” you repeated distractedly, slipping a hairband from your wrist and helping him bunch his endless curls into a messy half-bun to keep it away from his eyes.

He had you in a private room, one the he usually used to do intimate piercings instead of tattoos, so it was a bit more cramped than usual. You believed that Eddie did it on purpose, sure that he crowded the chair into the corner to keep him closer to you. The door was bolted shut, and when you asked why, he said, “all these guys are fuckin’ pervs, don’t want them seeing my girls,”

Eddie snaps a pair of gloves over his wrists, unfortunately covering up a plethora of knuckle tattoos, wiggling latex fingers in your direction to get a giggle in response. When he finally began the process of puncturing your skin, you finally grasped why he was distracting you. He tried to ease your pain as much as possible, cooing at you as he traced the stenciled drawing of a bat, working from under your left breast and moving up.

“Good girl, so good f’me,” he didn’t take his eyes from the machine piercing your skin, laser focused on getting it right for you, “brave girl. My big, brave girlie,”

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