#eddie musnon fic

[swingsuckerswing]

Gentle With Me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Virgin!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

PART 2 HERE

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader asks Hawkins High’s favorite freak to deflower her before they graduate. Reader has had a crush on Eddie since forever and only trusts him to do it right. Unbeknownst to her, Eddie has also been crushing hard. He takes extra special care of her ;)

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal penetration, safe sex, mentions of blood, first time, deflowering, loss of virginity, fluff and smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), he talks you through it, constant checking in, aftercare

Word Count:  7,908 (sorry, this got super long!)

Hope you like it! :)

This was probably the worst idea you had ever had. In fact, you didn’t realize you could even be this stupid. Hey, cheers to you, jackass!

Your fingers were sweating around the tightly folded note. You had taken forever just to fold it, not to mention the eon it took to come up with the short yet somehow super fucking intimidating message.

“Woods. 4:30″

Seriously? It had taken you almost the entire lunch period to come up with that? God, what if he thinks I’m gonna like jump him or something? But it would have to do, time was running out and if you didn’t do it now you know you’d only chicken out later. God you’re such a fucking idiot for this.

You looked up to scan the lunchroom. All the other tables, including your own, were too enthralled in their conversations to notice you hunched over your notebook as if you were plotting an assassination. Seriously, you had to calm down. Its just a note. A note for a certain metal head who you were hoping would take your virginity...Yeah...totally not a big deal and super normal. You fucking dunce.

You let your eyes wander to the table, a beloved lunchtime activity of yours. Eddie Munson was throwing his head back in a loud, deep cackle as the entire table erupted into fits of laughter. It looks like Dustin, one of the freshmen, had just snorted milk out of his nose. Charming. You watched in envy as the boys hunched over themselves with the kind of laughter that makes your abs burn. “Dude....I’m gonna..... be sick!” you hear Jeff choke out in between his giggles. The whole scene coaxed a tender smile out of you.

Mike, the only other freshmen at their table, was handing Dustin napkins while wiping tears of boyish joy from his own eyes. Eddie leaned into the group and said something too low for you to make out. Whatever he said caused another wave of debilitating laughter from the guys before he stood up, took a bow, and walked towards the exit. Probably off to get one last cigarette in before class. With Eddie out of the picture, it was now or never.

The bell rang, jolting you out of your paralysis. Shit, this has to happen right now. “Aren’t you coming, Y/N?” your friend asked. Your group already had their books in hand and were standing around the table waiting for you to join.

“Uh yeah, I’m just finishing up this last problem. Can’t turn in another late homework!” you chuckle, trying your best to act as inconspicuous as possible. Your friends shrug and wave as they head towards the hallway.

You glance back over to the Hellfire table. Perfect, only Mike and Dustin were left, still trying to dry Dustin’s shirt with the now tattered napkins. You make a bee line towards them.

“Dude just hold sti-”

“I AM holding still, Mike. AND STOP RUBBING YOU’RE ONLY MAKING IT WORSE! You have to dab!”

“Oh my GOD, shut up Dusti-”

“Hey guys!” you interrupt their bickering. They both freeze and stare up at you, mouths agape. Dustin is holding his arms mid-air so Mike can dab at the front of his shirt (but lets be real, he really was only just rubbing the milk into the fabric). They simultaneously retract their arms at the speed of light, making you giggle.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! I was just wondering if you could uh give this to Eddie when you see him?” you slide the note across the table next to Dustin’s tray.

The freshmen can’t seem to form words, in fact they’ve completely forgotten how to form syllables. They weren’t used to senior girls coming up to ask them favors, or ask them for anything at all really. 

It was Dustin who snapped out of it first “Oh! Yeah! Totally!” he picks up the note and inspects it. “What is it-”

“Its nothing!” you reply way too fast. Shit, just chill out. Even if they read the dumb thing they’d just assume I was buying weed or something. “Oh, uhm, okay.” Dustin steals a questioning glance at Mike before tucking the note into his pocket. “We’ll uh make sure Eddie gets it!” Mike assures.

“Great, and uhm one more..teeny tiny request...” you look over your shoulder to make sure Eddie hadn’t miraculously appeared behind you. The two boys lean in, entirely wrapped up in the secrecy of this whole charade. “When you give it to him, could you not mention who its from? Just tell him its a surprise, or whatever you wanna tell him! I trust your judgement.” you end with a sweet, innocent smile. Me? Scheming? Noooo.

The warning bell rings, causing the boys to shoot up in a panic. They struggle to gather their things, bumping into each other and fumbling around with their trays as they both promise you that your note would be delivered safely and discreetly. 

You give them your best smile and thank them before turning on your heel to get to class. Alright Munson, see you at 4:30.

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You look at your watch, the green blinking digits read “4:32″. What if they didn’t give him the note? You make yourself sick with worry, its a favorite pass time of yours. What if he thought I meant a different part of the woods? Wait, did I specify the picnic table? You pick at some of the splinters jutting out of the decrepit tabletop. I think all I wrote was ‘the woods’, fuck. What if he’s now lost out in the woods because of me!? Shit shit shit this was such a stupid plan. I’m so over my head how could I be such a dumb bitc-

“Hey...” comes a familiar voice from behind you. You flinch and a small gasp escapes your lips as you turn to face him.

Eddie holds his hands up as if he’s calming a wild horse and chuckles “Ha woah, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” the corners of his lips are turned up into a shit eating grin. It’s still annoyingly charming, even if it is at your expense.

You watch as he comes around to sit on the opposite side of you. He rests his black tin lunchbox on the table as he shimmies off his layers of jackets. You spot a few tattoos you had never noticed before and your stomach threatens to drop to your knees. Is it too late to ditch and run? You realize you’re gawking, so you avert your eyes to the table as he continues to make himself comfortable.

He can’t help but notice just how tense you are, or how you hadn’t said a word yet. He remembered you way back from middle school, you had even had a couple classes together here and there. You were never really friends, but he always remembered how sweet you were, even to a social pariah like himself. He takes a stab at what’s eating you.

“There’s uh...nothing to worry about. Okay? No one ever comes out here.” he tosses his jackets onto the table as he sits on the rickety bench. “We’re safe. I promise.” he adds for good measure.

His words make you want to melt into this seat, become a permanent fixture. You smile and tuck a few strays behind your ears "Yeah I uh...I know...thanks” you’re still looking down at your lap. He nods, relived to have gotten something out of you, and pops open the lid of his box.

Assuming you were here for drugs, he begins his pitch. He grabs a clear plastic bag “I’ll do you a half ounce for, uh...$20. What do you say?” he holds the baggie out to you for you to inspect. “Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last you a while.”

As much as you’d love for this to be just a simple drug deal, you realize you’re gonna have to break it to him sooner than later. “Eddie,” you hold your head up to look him in the eye. He freezes, the baggie gently swaying back and forth in his grip. “I uh, didn’t ask you here to buy drugs...” Although maybe I should in case this goes south and I need to forget it ever happened.

Now caught completely off guard, the boy shifts his weight on the seat as he slowly drops the baggie back into the box. “Okayyy...then why, pray tell, did you leave me such a cryptic note?” a playful smile warms his face as he raises his eyebrows at you. He rests his head in both hands as if utterly fascinated.

Seeing a perfect opportunity to stall, you take it without looking back. “It was pretty cryptic wasn’t it?” you chuckle as you bring your elbows up to rest on the table, mirroring Eddie’s posture.

“I thought I was gonna get jumped!” Eddie exclaims causing you both to laugh at your predicament. Shit, I knew it.

“Well what was I supposed to write!?” you try to defend yourself. 

“Literally anything else!” Eddie’s eyes are practically twinkling as he continues to playfully chastise you “better yet, you could’ve just, oh i don’t know, asked me in person like a regular human being??? And WHY all the anonymous shit??”

You’re laughing out of utter humiliation “I don’t know, okay? I wasn’t thinking, I was on auto pilot! It seemed like the thing to do! Were you at least surprised when you saw me?” you don’t quite know how you want him to answer this.

“Huh? Oh, nah those twerps ratted you out within seconds” Eddie huffs as he tries to stifle his laughter.

“WHAT!?” your mouth drops to the forest floor. “Those little fuckers, they swore on Dustin’s mother they wouldn’t tell!” you cross your arms and pout in protest of this vile betrayal.

“Sweetheart, you don’t trust freshmen with anything, m’kay? That was your first mistake. I mean you should see them try to recruit for Hellfire, its pathetic...frankly” he snickers.

You scoff and look up to the blue sky, still unable to believe you had been sold out. Eddie admires you while you’re not looking. Whats a pretty girl like her doing out here with a guy like me? he wonders. He brings his hands together in a fist on the table and taps the back of his rings along the gnarled wood.

“So, you gonna answer my question?” he drops his chin and looks up at you through his lashes, a smug expression on his face.

You come back down to earth to see Eddie looking at you expectantly. You narrow your eyes and playfully tap your finger on your chin a few times “Hmmm which waaaas...?” Please can we just keep harmlessly flirting a little longer before I ruin this?

“Don’t play dumb with me” his tone a little more serious this time. “Why am I here, Y/N?”

Oh. You’re not sure how he made your name sound like some heavenly prayer, but you’d do anything to hear him say it again. Stop. Focus. You take a deep breath in. Just do it, rip the band aid off.

“So uh...I um...I’ve never- at least not yet I mean... I’m still uhhh....” Holy shit, maybe I should've rehearsed this before.

Eddie can tell whatever this is must be a big deal to you. Although you were quite cute all flustered, he didn’t want to make this any more difficult. He dips his head down to catch your eye “Hey, its okay. Take your time. No rush, I promise.”

You close your eyes and exhale a few counts before looking back up at Eddie. His doe eyes full of concern and patience. Fuck, man. You groan before letting it spill out.

“Okay, look. I’m still a virgin. In fact, I haven’t really even had a proper first kiss yet. I mean Jason kinda kissed me at a party once but he was drunk and he missed my lips entirely, and I didn’t even WANT to kiss him, he just kinda threw himself on me, and WOW I’m just now realizing how kinda fucked that was but anyway yeah I just don’t think that should count, right? And we’re supposed to be graduating in a couple months and I don’t want to get to college and not know what the fuck I’m doing!”

You had expected his eyes to be bulging out of his head like a cartoon character, but he just looked...normal. Like you had just finished telling him something as mundane as how your day was. His eyebrows were slightly raised, but it was the only indication that he was even listening. You bite down on your lip waiting for him to say something, anything.

Eddie clears his throat “So, let me get this straight.” he leans further in “You want... me... to... deflower you?” His eyes narrow at the question, but his tone was more disbelieving than judgemental.

“Well....yeah, yes. I do.” you nod absentmindedly as words just continue to topple from your lips “And you can TOTALLY say no, I know this must be like the weirdest thing anyone has ever asked you and I totally get it if you don’t want to.” you take another breath to slow yourself “Its just... I want my first time to be...gentle...”

Eddie can’t help the blush that spreads across his cheeks like wildfire, the red glow even reaching the tips of his ears. “And... you think that I can be gentle?” his stare softens as his brain tosses this idea around.

You smile thoughtfully and chuckle “I think you’re a big softy who likes to play ‘big bad wolf”. Eddie’s eyebrows disappear under his mess of bangs as he chuckles, the observation hitting closer to home than you would ever know. While you have him smiling, you take the opportunity to play your final hand.

“It also doesn’t hurt that I’ve uh...liked you since middle school” your eyes are glued to the table. You don’t even dare to blink. Well its all out there now, no going back.

Eddie’s heart threatens to rip through his chest. You had always been on his radar, he just figured he could never be on yours. Your confession momentarily stuns him before his smile turns devilish. He wants to milk this moment for all its worth. Of course, without giving away the fact that he’d drop down on his knees for you at any given moment.

“You could’ve asked me on a date, y’know.” he teases you.

You huff as you meet his eyes “You’re right...I could’ve. I should’ve” you correct yourself. Something as simple as a date never occurred to you, but then again Eddie Munson wasn’t simple.

A comfortable silence falls as you take a moment to look each other in the eyes, swapping dreamy smiles back and forth. Eddie shifts his gaze down. Your lower lip was practically war torn from all the biting you had inflicted upon it. He’d like to leave a few marks of his own, and it looks like he might finally get the chance to.

“So!” Eddie claps his hands down on the table with a loud THUNK, his smile growing wide with mischief “When am I popping your cherry?”

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You couldn’t believe Friday was already here, not to mention that you were riding shotgun in Eddie’s rust bucket he called a van. It had been fairly simple deciding the where and the when given that Eddie’s uncle worked nights and you could tell your mom you were sleeping over at a friend’s house (not technically a lie, just maybe not the whole truth).

You pull up to his trailer and Eddie quickly gets out of the car and jogs up the steps to open the front door for you. He bows his head and gestures for you to enter “Welcome to my castle” he says sarcastically.

It was hard not to notice the millions of trucker hats decorating the walls inside. You quickly deduce that these must belong to his uncle, although you’d love to imagine Eddie wearing any one of them. As you slowly spin around the parlor to take it all in, Eddie straightens up a bit as he passes a few stray beer cans and empty cigarette cartons. “Sorry, the maid’s on vacation” he jokes. You get the feeling he might be just as nervous as you are, but he’s doing a better job of hiding it.

As Eddie tosses the last can into the trash he looks up to see you quietly admiring his home. Your smile is soft as you take in every detail. You look enchanted just to be here, which made Eddie feel a lot better. He quietly walks over to you, not wanting to disturb your wonderment, and he gently takes your hand. You’re still looking around as he says “You wanna see the rest of it?”

His voice brings you back to reality. You look down to see his large hand enveloping yours. “Hm?” you softly hum, not tearing your eyes away from the skin to skin contact. You feel your palm begin to burn as he lightly squeezes it. “Come on, I’ll show you” his voice is like warm honey, you’d follow him wherever he decided to take you.

He pulls you towards the hallway, pointing out his uncle’s room on the left and the bathroom on the right, before reaching the desired destination. “And this is uh... my room” he stops in the doorway, letting your hand go so you can explore on your own as he watches.

Its messy, but its exactly what you had pictured. Band posters litter the walls, clothes are strewn haphazardly across the floor and his dresser. There’s an ash tray filled to the brim with cigarette butts. He has a couple of guitars dangerously balanced against the walls, but there’s one very unique guitar on display hanging over his mirror. You cross the room to inspect it further, you had never seen anything like it and it must have cost him a fortune. You raise your hand to touch it, but you catch Eddie’s eye in the mirror. He has a sly smile “That’s my baby” his voice is full of pride.

You smile back at his reflection “Can I...?” slowly moving your fingers closer to the gorgeous instrument. 

“Go ahead. She’s meant to be touched” his gaze turning darker.

You duck your head and smile bashfully, knowing full well he can see you blush in the mirror. You stroke your fingers up the long neck and glide over the strings, teasing a ghostly hum from the guitar. As you continue to strum, your eyes wander to the wall where something shiny is dangling from a hook. It takes you longer that it should to recognize them as handcuffs. Your lips part, your eyelids becoming heavy. You feel a tickle between your legs. Oh.

Eddie notices you’ve frozen, no longer interested in the guitar. He follows your gaze to the item stealing all of your attention. “Ha!” he walks over and takes them off the hook, not wanting to scare you. Your eyes don’t leave the shiny metal, looking even more appealing in Eddie’s hands. He notices your fascination with them, and the fact that you’re not running away screaming makes him want to marry you on the spot. He sees the hazy, far off look in your eyes and recognizes it right off the bat. His lips curve into a delinquent smile “Not tonight, sweetheart” and he tosses them into the abyss of a drawer

“But-” you try to object, convince him you need a demonstration and you’d happily volunteer, but before you can get another word out Eddie holds a hand up in protest. “Sorry, honey” he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilts your head up to look at him. “I thought you wanted gentle, hm?” his other hand tucks your hair behind your ear.

His closeness, the words, his touch... it should be illegal. “I- I uh I did- I do! I do want gentle...I- I want...you...” you stutter out, making Eddie’s smile grow wider and more smug. He loves how flustered he makes you... but he loves teasing you even more.

He suddenly releases you and takes a step back “Great! What kinda pizza you like?” he asks, stepping backwards towards the door.

You’re a bit dazed “I uh..what?”

“Pizza! I mean, I’d cook for you, but you might end up dying a virgin so...” he chuckles.

You giggle, not realizing being wined and dined was a part of the deal. “Um, would you think I’m weird if I asked for ham and pineapple?” you narrow your eyes, bracing yourself for imminent mockery.

“See? I knew you were a freak, Y/L/N” he throws a brilliant smile your way. “One ham and pineapple coming up!”

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You laid together on his bed, the discarded pizza box somewhere on the floor below. He had rented Plan 9 from Outer Space, and the two of you had nearly choked to death laughing at the B-Movie cheesiness. Any jitters you had about this night were long gone, it was hard to feel nervous being tucked up in Eddie’s arms. Over the course of the movie, you had somehow become one conjoined life form. Your legs were tangled together, your head nestled on his shoulder as he rested his chin on your hair. You were like two perfect puzzle pieces. The sun had set a while ago, and the dark only made you feel more cozy.

But at some point, it became harder to focus on the movie. You had become hyper aware of how close his hand was to your ass, and how if you moved your knee juuuust a little you’d be grazing his dick. You felt the room getting hotter, and you thought he might be feeling it too as he started to squirm a little under you. With a sudden burst of bravery, or maybe just desperation, you slowly begin to arch your back. Your steady movement causes Eddie’s hand to ever so slightly slip closer to your backside. Before it can reach its desired destination, however, he digs his fingers in your flesh, stopping you in your tracks. He takes your chin in his other hand and forces you to look up at him. “What are you up to, hm?” he asks with a smug smile.

You screw your eyes shut and wrinkle your nose, embarrassed at being caught. “Hey...look at me” his voice is so gentle you could hardly bare it. You take the bait and look up. You weren’t expecting his gaze to be filled with such concern or to be so penetrating. It was like he was searching for something deep inside your soul. He moves his hand from your chin to gently cradle your jaw. His fingertips tease the sensitive place behind your ear, his thumb rests on your cheek. “You still sure about this, sweetheart?”

You have to swallow before you answer “Yeah...I’m sure”. It came out barely above a whisper. You’d never been more sure of anything in your whole entire life, the thought of it actually happening with him was beyond electrifying. The tickle between your legs returns, this time with more urgency.

He considers your answer for a second before continuing “Cause we can stop whenever you want, okay? You just say the word and I’ll take you home, no questions asked.” his voice is serious, and his worry only makes you want him more.You always knew he was the one, the only one.

His eyes begin jetting back and forth between yours, his calm demeanor slipping away, something more desperate taking its place. You can feel his grip around your waist tightening, bringing you closer to his warm body. He’s right on the edge with you, but he won’t make one move until he’s certain this is what you really want. He swore he would do this right, and goddammit if Eddie Munson was not a man of his word.

Seeing him worked up is the last straw, you’ve been good for as long as you could bare. “Eddie...” a pleading whimper escapes your lips and it was more than enough to break him. Before you knew it, Eddie’s lips were on yours.

His kiss was all consuming, it wrapped you up and tucked you in tenderly like a cozy blanket on a cold winter’s night. With his hand still holding your jaw, he ever so slightly parted his lips to deepen the kiss. The feeling of his hot breath brushing against your lips made you dizzy. He barley grazes your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, causing the fire burning in the pit of your belly to flash white hot.

Eddie had to constantly remind himself to keep it slow, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of his hard cock straining against his jeans. Gentle, Munson...keep it gentle. He nearly cries when you slip your tongue into his mouth. If only you knew how much he wanted to devour you, heart and soul, until there was nothing left. If only you knew how many times he watched you laughing with your friends, jealous that they were getting all of your attention. How your voice was sweeter than any song, how all you had to do was say his name and he was yours. You could have asked him for anything in those fucking woods and he would’ve given it to you. He’d do anything to keep you here in his arms forever.

He rolls over so that he’s slightly above you, not wanting to crush or smother you, but he just couldn’t get enough. The movie is still playing in the background, thankfully drowning out your needy moans, until Eddie mindlessly rolls his hips down into yours. You could feel the rough fabric of his jeans and his rock hard erection through the thin fabric of your skirt, pressing against you in just the right spot. You don’t even realize you’re loudly moaning his name until you hear him snicker “You can be loud if you want. No one’s gonna hear, we’re safe. I promise.” he whispers into your ear, stealing a few kisses there. He rolls his hips again, wanting more than anything to hear you moan his name again.

He brought his hand down from your jaw to rove over the rest of your body. He lets it rest over your neck for a second and gives it a delicate squeeze. Its not enough to choke you, but the pressure makes his tongue in your mouth feel all the more vital. Like a lifeline. Its a gentle reminder of who you belong to in this moment, who’s in charge. For a fleeting second you wish he hadn’t been so quick to ditch the handcuffs.

He traces your collarbones, down to the underwire of your bra, tickles your ribs, and finally arrives at your skirt. His fingers halt, just tucked under the waistband. Liking the direction this was going, you rest up on your elbows and begin to peel your shirt off. Eddie gives you the space you need, and watches in awe as more of your supple flesh is revealed. He admires every detail, down to the smallest freckle, making an internal map so he’d never forget.

You toss your shirt somewhere into the oblivion of his room, not really caring whether its lost forever or not. You look at Eddie hesitantly, the rush of cold air reminding you that you were only a bra away from total vulnerability. You bring your hands up to cover your belly, starting to feel a little self conscious, but then you see the look of absolute worship in Eddie’s eyes. Like he was standing before an altar, you were his temple. Eddie realizes he’s been staring without speaking for a while now and he looks you in the eye “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Y/N” he says a little out of breath. You smile with absolute giddiness, quickly moving your hands from your stomach to bring him back into a deep kiss. While you embrace, Eddie frantically starts pulling at his own shirt and you assist him in taking it off.

The feeling of his warm chest against yours sends you into a nose dive of indescribable sensation. You wanted to feel his skin everywhere, scratch your fingernails down his spine, play with the soft tufts of curly brown hair on his tummy. Deciding you needed more contact, you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. Eddie keeps his eyes shut tight, mouth fixed to yours. He’s abundantly aware that you’re now completely naked from the waist up, and he just knows that if he looks at you for one second he’ll lose all control, the very little he had left. Instead, he blindly brings his hands up to your tits and rubs over your hard nipples. It only makes you moan more, practically driving Eddie to the brink of madness until he can’t wait any longer. He has to know what you feel like on the inside.

Eddie breaks away from your embrace and props himself up on his side to look down over you. He returns his hand down to the waistband of your skirt and tugs, raising an eyebrow at you for permission to remove the obstacle. You nod and smile, your heart starting to beat like the wings of a hummingbird. He wiggles the skirt down your legs and gingerly tosses it to the side. He places his hand over your underwear, his fingertips aligned perfectly over your slit. He rubs upwards, feeling how wet you are through the fabric. You jump a little as bolt of lightning shoots through your core. It makes his heart sing to feel how ready your are for him. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart” his voice crackles like firewood as he continues to rub you through the fabric. He watches your every move as he tends to you, utterly consumed by how beautiful you are.

With every touch, it sends a shock wave of pleasure through your entire body. Electricity building in your fingers and toes. And just when you think it couldn’t get much better than this, Eddie slips your underwear off and slowly slides in just the tip of his middle finger. You sigh as he enters, pure ecstasy rolling over you. He smiles down at you “Thats my girl, how does that feel?” he asks as he gently slides his finger in and out of you, never completely taking it out.

You’re drunk off of his touch, and you really have to concentrate in order to forms words “fuuucckk....Eddie...amaaazing.” He chuckles softly at how completely out of it you are. “You want it deeper?” he brushes a few strands of hair from your face as you rest your head against his arm. All you can do is desperately nod, if you open your mouth you might start drooling.

Eddie slides his finger in deeper, just to his knuckle. You feel a little pinch, but nothing too bad. He turns his hand over while inside of you so he can play with your clit with his thumb. “yes yes yes...” you whimper. The sensation soothing any tiny discomfort you had felt.

He only speeds up when he feels your slick start to drip down his hand. “Fuck, Y/N. I’d love to watch you cum, sweetheart. Do you think you could cum for me?” he asks like you’re doing him a favor, and he plunges his entire finger, up to his ring, in your pussy, causing you to yelp and giggle. Your body felt like it was going to vibrate off the bed, and you could feel something tightening deep inside. You concentrate on the feeling, like a volcano about to erupt. “E-Eddie” your voice is shaky “I..I th-think...I’m g-gonna....” you hold onto his arm for dear life as you ride your high. You moan and cuss loudly as Eddie continues to finger fuck you through your aftershocks, gradually slowing his pace until you’re panting below him.

He slowly slides out of you and immediately licks your slick off of his finger. You watch in awe as he closes his eyes and revels in your taste. “Mmmh...cherry pie...my favorite” Eddie teases you with an ear to ear smile. You smack his chest and giggle before curiosity gets the better of you “C-can I try?”. Eddie’s eyes beam at you with a kind of pride that you couldn't fathom. He dips his finger back into your slick and brings it back up to glide along your bottom lip “Knock yourself out”.

You take his finger into your mouth and suck. A mixture of sweet and salty coats your tongue, and you’re amazed at the fact that you actually taste good. With your tongue lapping at Eddie’s finger, he gets another brilliant idea. He removes his finger from your mouth and quickly pops into into his, sucking the rest of your slick and saliva off, before getting up and kneeling at the foot of the bed. “Hey, where are you-” you try to protest, but he’s already got you hooked by your knees and pulling you down to meet him. His face between your legs quickly shuts you the fuck up, awaiting whatever command he deems you worthy of. He sees your eyes going wide in anticipation, and he smirks before furrowing his brow. “Has anyone ever kissed you here before?” he already knows the answer, but he wanted to hear you say that you were all his. He watches you as he nips at your inner thighs, waiting for your reply.

You’ve gone dumb, not a single thought in your head. He has you completely transfixed. “I-uh..n-no...never” is all you manage to spit out. Your innocence makes his cock throb, but he has to wait, he has to show you how good he can really make you feel first. “See, that’s a real shame.” he inches his mouth closer to your pussy, lazily dragging a finger around your entrance, playing in your slick. You squirm under his touch, desperately searching for friction, a release, anything. His smirk turns absolutely devilish “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, princess”.

He hoists your knees up and over his shoulders. Looking up at you through his bangs, he slowly dips his tongue into your slit and flicks up. This alone nearly gives you a heart attack, and he holds you steady as your body shutters. Eddie tongue fucks you until you can’t see straight anymore. You’re a moaning mess, all you can do is tangle your fingers in Eddie’s hair and hang on tight. He licks a steady stripe up, enveloping your clit with his mouth. His tongue twirls, flicks and practically pirouettes around your sensitive bud. And just to kick you while you’re down, his fingers come back to play. This time, he easily slips two in and begins sliding in and out of you. Your body contorts like you’re in need of an exorcism, your noises telling Eddie to go faster and deeper. You feel yourself going higher, and higher, and higher until you reach the tippy top of your second orgasm, riding Eddie’s face all the way back down.

Eddie lets you rest for a moment, legs sprawled haphazardly across his bed. He stands up and crosses his arms against his chest, admiring the aftermath of his handy work. His smug smile returns, the entire lower half of his face glistening with your honey. “Right?” he says, all cocky. You chuckle, and try to kick him but your legs are too wobbly “Shut up” you say breathlessly.

He gets down on the bed and hovers over you on all fours. He growls from the back of his throat and nips at your neck while viciously tickling your ribs. You giggle and squeal, wrestling against him but not really wanting him to stop. You tousle around on the bed for a while before your play fight turns into making out. You didn’t realize how much you had missed his lips on yours, you felt starved. You grind your leg onto his thigh. He somehow still has his pants on, and you’re not sure how you could have made such a blaring oversight. You reach down to undo his belt buckle, letting him know that you were truly ready.

While you fumble with his belt, he reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a condom. He puts the corner in his mouth, his hands a little too shaky to handle it, and rips it open between his teeth. You shimmy his jeans off, his erection creating a tent in his boxers. You look up at him to make sure he was okay, and he winks in return. You inhale and pull his boxers down, his cock finally springing free. You’re a bit mesmerized at first. You had never seen one before, and you were shocked by just how...big...he was. You panic a little, wondering how he was ever going to fit inside you. You mindlessly cup your hand around his length, his skin is soft and turning a mean shade of pink. He gasps at your touch and closes his eyes, melting into your palm. You rub your thumb over a long, thick vein on the side of his dick, not realizing you were unraveling the poor boy in your hands. You notice the precum leaking from his head. You steal a glance up at Eddie and see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out. You smile, having a devilish thought of your own. Starting where the head meets the shaft, you lick a quick line up the tip of his dick and flick the precum into your mouth. Eddie jolts, eyes snapping open, and quickly rolls over to imprison you underneath him “You trying to kill me, Y/L/N?” he punishes you with smothering kisses, making you giggle uncontrollably.

He sits up and rests on his knees so he can roll the condom on. You watch in wonder as you adjust your body so you can be ready for him. Last minute nerves make your tummy flutter, but you know you’re in the best of hands. He comes back down and places his hands on the mattress on either side of your head. He lowers down for one more kiss. “This may hurt a little, sweetheart.” he whispers in your ear before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. He looks you in your eyes before continuing “Remember, we can stop whenever you want. Okay?” You nod adoringly and whisper “Okay”. He gives you another earth shattering smile “That’s my girl.” he brings his forehead down to meet yours and you gaze into each other’s eyes, smiling like fools, absolutely head over heels. You wrap your legs around his waist, and brace yourself for whatever comes next.

Eddie aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes in, you can feel your walls stretching to accommodate him. He stops at just the tip, and you both moan. He slowly rolls his hips, slipping the tip of his cock in and out so you can get used to the sensation. You feel a slight pressure when he slides in, but its dull and far off, and the kisses he peppers you with are a nice distraction.

He pumps into you a little longer before sliding further in. This time you do feel a nagging pain, causing you to sharply inhale. You dig your fingernails into his back, and he slows his movements even more. “I know baby, I know.” he soothes you and you find the pain quickly gives way to pleasure. You moan into his hair “Mmhm Eddie...you’re so big...” the words tumble from your mouth without a thought behind them, just pure ecstasy. Eddie groans and he fights the urge to fuck you dumb through this damn mattress. “Keep talkin’ like that princess and I might forget to be gentle” he warns as he nips at your neck.

He slides deeper until he reaches his hilt, stretching and filling you to the brim. You curse under your breath at the pain, screwing your eyes shut so no tears can escape. He cradles your head “Hey look at me, you okay?” you open up and he’s staring down at you with those doe eyes, brows furrowed in concern. “I’m fine, it just hurts a little. Please don’t stop” you reach up and cup his red cheek, assuring him that you can take it. He gently and slowly continues to glide into you. Worried he may not be able to slide back in, he never fully pulls out of you, creating a pocket of delicious sensation deep inside. Your walls eventually relax around him, allowing him to pick up his pace.

It was a cacophony of feeling, a delicious blend of searing pain and ultimate euphoria. The hurt felt so good, you loved being filled for the first time. You kiss Eddie everywhere you can reach him, his chin, his shoulder, his collarbone, just to show how thankful you were. He smiles in complete adoration for you, noticing just how ethereal you look underneath him. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Y/N” he kisses you hard on the lips, practically smashing your faces together. His steady motion begins to sputter a little, he must be getting close. “...and you’re so...fucking....tight....” he pounds a little harder with each word, causing you to cry out. He cradles the back of your head and soothes you. “Sorry...sorry..I just ...wanna try...*grunts* one more thing. Okay?” he kisses your neck, his hot breath causing you to shiver and your pussy to tighten around his cock. Although you’re not sure what else there could be, you nod with every fiber of your being. “Yes...fuck ...I-I’ll do...anything...f-for you” you whimper. He groans and rolls his head back, trying to forget you said that before he busts this second.

He stops rocking into you only for a minute so he can gently pull you up into a sitting position in his lap, his hand still cradling your head, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Come here, sweet thing” he swipes a few strands from your face once you’re up. The blood rushing to your head mixed with this new angle is something else. You feel entirely open, the tip of his dick just grazing something galvanic inside of you. You smile warmly and stare deep into each other’s eyes for a moment, completely elated by each other’s company. He pulls you into a bear hug, your breasts squeeze against his chest, as he fucks up into you. You go limp, whatever it was inside you that he was hitting over and over was causing your brain to melt. You roll your head back and just let him take you.

Even when Eddie is fighting every urge to cum himself, he’s still only thinking of your pleasure. In your lulled state, he reaches down in between you and starts rubbing your clit, alternating between circles and side to side. He figures if he can get you to cum one more time, he can die a very happy man. The sensation brings you out of your nearly catatonic state, and you tighten your thighs around his waist like a boa constrictor. You start to bounce back on his cock, feeling that oh so familiar feeling starting to build in the center of your soul. Eddie groans, the veins in his neck popping out. “Y/N...fuck...you’re gonna...make me cum, sweetheart” he growls out, unable to contain himself any longer. His body stutters as he reaches his peak, his arms locked around your fragile body in a vice grip, and he spills himself into the condom. Dazed from his own heavenly release, he still doesn’t forget about you for one second. His fingers shift into overdrive, pummeling your clit until your crying his name out for the whole trailer park to hear. The look of sheer joy is plastered to his face, and you both collapse into each other, exhausted.

You sit in his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. His dick is still inside of you, and you don’t dare move a muscle, never wanting him to leave. He plants soft kisses in your hair and runs his fingers down your spine. It takes you a minute to realize the movie is still playing. “Could we rewind? I think I missed a bit” you joke.

He chuckles “I’d have to get up to rewind it” he reminds you, tucking his finger under your chin to lift your head up. He brings his forehead down to meet yours, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. “Can we stay like this for a little longer?” you plead. He smirks and kisses your cheek “We can do whatever you want, princess.”

You stay there wrapped in each other’s arms for a little longer before Eddie slowly slides out of you and places you back down on the mattress. There’s a tiny bit of blood mixed with your slick dripping from your pussy, and Eddie grabs a clean shirt from his closet and cleans you up delicately as if he was handling a rare gem. He throws the condom away and pulls on a pair of boxers and a faded Metallica shirt. He hums as he goes about his little tasks, giving you a sense of comforting domesticity. He miraculously finds your underwear on the floor, but has no luck finding any of your other clothes. He grabs another one of his shirts and tosses it over to you. You hold the garment up and notice its his Hellfire club shirt, a wave of pure glee washes over you. You pull it over your head, his familiar scent wrapping around your body. Eddie fidgets with the tv controls, rewinding to around the time y’all got...distracted, before turning around and plopping back onto the bed to cuddle up next you. He looks you up and down, “Looks better on you” he beams as he brings you back into his arms, assuming the same positions you were in earlier in the evening.

In no time you’re both in stitches again over the movie, and you spend the rest of the night laughing, talking, and kissing all while entangled in each other’s arms. Just before you both doze off, Eddie whispers “So, did you have fun? I mean...was I gentle?”

You cup his face and kiss his forehead “So gentle” you chuckle before giving him a sincere answer, “it was more than I could ever dream of, Eddie. It was perfect” Eddie smirks through the darkness and pulls you into a vice grip to tickle you. You squeal and squirm and giggle in pure delight. You settle back down and he turns around you so he can spoon you “Good, cause next time...I might not be so gentle” he whispers devilishly in your ear.

You perk up, remembering some paraphernalia from earlier. “Can we use the handcuffs?” you ask in excitement. Eddie chuckles, finding your eagerness adorable. Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me. “Anything you want, princess” he kisses you behind your ear and you both drift off into blissful slumbers.

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! I was really inspired by the song Touch Tank by Quinnie, I keep seeing so many amazing edits of Eddie/Joseph with that song! I also borrowed some of his dialogue from his scene with Chrissy in the woods to make it more convincing, hope you don’t mind. I started on this before Vol 2 came out and then it felt weird to keep going but I pushed through. I’m 100% in my denial era and this is for all the girlies who are in the same boat! <3

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Cheerleader Pt. 7

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Pairing: female reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Y/n and Chrissy are best friends, but when she dies, she knows things aren’t as everyone seems to think. Maybe Eddie is innocent.

Warnings: SPOILERS for ST4, teen drinking, partying, drugs, death, violence, cursing, fluff, some angst, potentially more

A/N: AHHHH I'm so ready for volume 2!!!! Requests open (Stranger Things, Marvel, Harry Potter), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

The sun had set in Hawkins by the time you got home and were done eating dinner. Your father had, as expected, stayed silent while you all ate your mom’s homemade spaghetti. The only time Harold said anything was when your mother started sniffling a little too loudly for his taste. “Martha,” he had grumbled.

“Sorry,” she replied, casting her gaze at her barely eaten food.

After that you swapped your silver fork to your left hand, which wasn’t your dominant one, so your right hand could hold onto your mothers. She gave you a meek smile and squeezed your hand. 

She loved Chrissy and it was more than reasonable for her to be upset. Of all your friends, she was the only one that talked to your mom and let her get involved. Due to her own mother's neglect, Chrissy welcomed it, though she was shy at first. In the three years the two of you had been best friends, your mom had begun to think of Chrissy as her own daughter too.

You stayed behind after dinner to help wash the dishes, letting your mom relax instead of clean up.

You glanced at the clock on the living room wall. It was almost eight o’clock. Tossing the damp towel on the counter you headed up to your room. The backpack you had used earlier had been discarded on your bed, and you picked it up to pack things in it again. This time around you thought more carefully about what you would take with you, thinking of what Eddie might want to use. Your Walkman of course. And if you were taking your Walkman you would need some cassettes. You didn’t have a lot, and you were pretty sure Eddie didn’t listen to Kate Bush or Foreigner. You did however have a Metallica cassette, which your metalhead cousin gifted you at Christmas. You put all three cassettes, plus the Clash and the Police ones in your backpack.

You threw on a jacket, put your shoes on, grabbed your car keys, and you were out the door. Driving through the woods to Lover’s Lake, trees whizzing past, you hoped that Eddie wouldn’t be upset that you left him for so long. A part of you hoped he missed you, but you would understand if he didn’t. You hadn’t known each other for very long, no matter how much fun you guys had the night before. If anything, Eddie probably just wants company, no matter who it was. It probably wouldn’t make any difference to him if it were you or someone else, you thought, making yourself frustrated at the idea. 

You didn’t want to think that you liked him. It was… unreasonable. You barely knew each other, so you just couldn't like him. How long does it take before you can say that you like someone? you wandered. Did you like Eddie? Maybe. You knew for sure that you enjoyed his company, and you liked being around him, and you thought his smile was the most radiant thing you had ever seen and you could stare at it forever. Yeah… you liked him. It was terrible timing though. He was on the run from the police and Jason. The entire town was after him. But maybe once his name is cleared…

“Shit,” you cursed, seeing Jason’s SUV in the driveway of Reefer Rick’s house. You shut your car off just off the road, not pulling up to the house just in case one of the basketball players noticed it. You remembered how Eddie had hidden in the shed on the water whenever you weren’t there, so that’s probably where he was hiding now. You tried to be as quiet as possible, moving along the tree line down to the shed in the darkness. Leaves and branches crunched under your step while you carefully walked. Once you made it to the gray tin building you knocked on the door and as quietly as you possibly could said, “Eddie!”

A chill swept through the air as you waited there, casting nervous glances towards the main house. Maybe Jason and the rest of them wouldn’t see the shed at all. They weren’t the brightest so you wouldn’t put it past them. You heard a click come from the other side of the door and it finally creaked open just a sliver. You could see just a peak of Eddie’s eye, presumably making sure it was really you.

He opened the door more, just enough for you to slip in and then immediately shut it back and locked it. “Thank god you’re here,” the brunette said, tension releasing from his person. “I’ve been trying to contact Henderson but I couldn’t get a response.”

“Yeah I went by Nancy’s house and none of them were there. I have no clue where they could be,” you said, looking at Eddie. He looked the same, if not just a bit more freaked out and unkept.

“Well that’s fan-fucking-tastic,” he said sarcastically. He walked over to the window that you could see the house through. “We don’t have much time. They obviously aren’t gonna be able to help us so we need to help ourselves.” He tossed some stuff into the boat that was floating in the water and climbed in. 

You raised your eyebrows when he reached out a hand, but you knew that this was really the only option. You took his hand and climbed in too, taking a seat across from him. It rocked conspicuously, causing you to gulp and grip the sides. You laughed nervously.

“Hey,” Eddie said. “It’ll be okay.” He looked at you with concerned eyes, not budging until you nodded in agreement. He picked up the oars and started rowing the boat out into the open water and out of its place in the shed. The water was pitch black; there was nothing to see other than your distorted reflection peering back at you. If you were being honest the entire air was eerie. Then again, it was late at night, and you were aware that something supernatural was going on in Hawkins. You accepted that fact so quickly it was crazy.

Eddie was able to row the boat a few yards from the dock before you saw Jason and Patrick. “Oh fuck,” you said.

“Hey freaks!” Jason yelled, headed towards the edge of the water. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Eddie turned around and saw them, fear evident in his eyes. He dropped the oars and instead started working on the engine. “Come on you piece of shit.”

Back on land Jason and Patrick started undressing.

“Jason don’t you dare come out here!” you yelled.

“Y/l/n you’re just as much of a freak as he is! He killed Chrissy and you’re helping him! He must’ve brainwashed you or something!”

“Eddie didn’t kill Chrissy!” you yelled back. No matter what you said he wasn’t going to listen. He started wading into the water at an alarming rate, coming towards the boat rapidly. Curse his athleticism.

“Fuck!” Eddie yelled. The engine wasn’t starting, just sputtering out each time he pulled the mechanism. He picked the oar back up and began rowing faster than he was before, but Jason was fast. Shockingly fast.

The two of you swapped places, not by your choice but because Eddie had climbed to the front of the boat to paddle. You got out of his way, sitting at the back of the boat and keeping your eye on the two basketball players that were advancing on you. “God Jason stay back! Turn around!”

Jason turned around and looked at Patrick, who was still in the water, and looking around dazed. “Come on man! We almost have them!” No response. “Patrick. Patrick!” he repeated.

“Oh my god!” you shouted after Patrick was sucked down into the water suddenly. “Jason, get him!”

Eddie had stopped paddling, and all three of you stared at the water where Patrick was just moments prior.

“Patrick!” Jason continued to shout.

“Go after him you idiot!” you yelled at Jason. Not a second later something burst through the surface, spraying you with cold water. Against the background of the dark sky was Patrick, suspended by absolutely nothing in midair. You watched in horror as his body contorted and twisted in unnatural ways. It was the most horrific thing you had ever seen in your life. Words could never represent or recreate what you were seeing. As soon as it started, it ended and Patrick’s lifeless body dropped back into the water like an anchor being tossed over the side of a ship.

“Y/n, y/n,” Eddie said, voice trembling. “We need to leave. We have to get out of here.” You heard him but no words were registering in your mind. You were still in shock from the scene you had just witnessed. “Y/n!” he shouted, grabbing your face to get your attention. “We have to leave!” His movements caused the boat to rock violently, and paired with the wake from Patrick’s body the boat tipped, sending you both into the water.

The sudden coldness shot through your body, and paralyzed you. The entire world was a blur. You couldn’t see straight and all noises sounded muted. You felt something tugging on you, pulling you upwards. Your head broke the water's surface, finally allowing you to breathe. It wasn’t a gentle type of breathing, it was gasping -gulping- for air; you could barely get enough into your lungs and even then they were searing with pain.

Blinking hundreds, if not thousands of times you were finally able to see. Eddie was a foot in front of you, searching your face frantically. “Y/n? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?”

You tried to reply but instead coughed up more water. “Y- yeah.”

“Okay,” he let out a breath. He searched for your hand in the water, pulling you closer to him and towards the boat. It was a miracle that it didn’t turn over when you both fell into the water. He managed to hoist himself back up in the boat and then help you climb in too. Your soaked clothes clung to your body, your hair stuck to your face, and your teeth chattered. Eddie was the same exact way, though he was more frantic to get moving than you were. He had already picked the oar back up and started rowing again.

You looked at him, then turned to look at Jason. He floated in the water, saying nothing and doing nothing, just staring at where Patrick had been mere moments before. Why was this town so riddled with death? Why of all towns, must it be Hawkins? Countless innocent people dead, and for what?

“What the fuck,” you said after a few minutes of silence. You could no longer see Jason or Reefer Rick’s house, which would probably be a crime scene tomorrow.

“What the fuck,” Eddie repeated.

“What was that?” you asked.

“It must be the same thing that got Chrissy. The exact same thing happened to her.” He said it quietly. You imagined how it must have felt for Eddie to see what happened to Patrick happen to Chrissy. If you had seen it you would be traumatized. Hell, you were traumatized. That image was something you would never get out of your head. It was so utterly terrifying. You shivered, making Eddie look guilty. “I’m sorry… about tipping us over. Now we’re cold and wet and miserable.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t mean to,” you said, giving him a small smile.

“Yeah but-”

You cut him off, “No buts Eddie. You didn’t mean to and you have done nothing wrong. You pulled me out of the water and you’ve been rowing this entire time. I should be thanking you.”

“No you shouldn’t. I- All I’ve been doing is running away. I’m a coward. You’re the brave one,” he said.

You reached out and set your hand on his. “You are nowhere near a coward. And I’m not brave. I’m scared. Scared to death. I don’t know what’s about to happen and neither do you. None of us do. But I do know that we’re going to get through this. Everything is going to work out and be okay in the end. We’re gonna be okay. And maybe-” you sucked in some air. “Maybe we could hang out or something.” That wasn’t what you wanted to say at all. You did want to hang out but did the way you say it make it sound strictly platonic? You sucked at confessions.

He smirked, “You want to hang out with me?”

“Eddie!” you said, face turning red with embarrassment. “You missed the whole point of what I said.”

“No, no, I heard you. And if you think everything is going to be okay then so do I. But do you want to hang out with me?” he added.

“Yeah,” you said quietly.

“Hm?” he hummed. You knew he heard you, he was just picking at you at this point.

“Yes Eddie, I want to hang out with you.” You could barely make out his features but you could tell he was grinning.

“Good, good,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“So… what do we do now?” You were still in the water, it was the middle of the night, or close to it, you couldn’t be sure, and you had nowhere to go.

“Well, I think we should try to contact Henderson first.” Eddie stopped rowing and pulled his walkie-talkie out. Water was dripping from it. Not good. He pressed the button and tried talking but nothing was happening. There wasn’t even static. “Shit.”

“We could try getting to land and finding somewhere to sleep. Or we can keep rowing. It’s up to you.” No matter what he decided it wasn’t going to be too comfortable. Both had disadvantages. If you got out of the water and decided to try to sleep, where would you even do it? If you decided to stay in the boat neither of you would get any sleep.

“Let’s get to land and then we’ll go from there.”

“Alright.”

Some time later Eddie found a spot. You dragged the boat up onto the dirt and started searching. The two of you walked through the trees so close together that your hands would occasionally brush against each other. Neither of you pulled them back when it happened. There was some kind of comfortable silence. At least when it came to talking. The forest made a variety of noises, like branches snapping under foot and the leaves rustling up above and the random small animals that would scurry away. 

You weren’t entirely familiar with the area, but Eddie seemed to be somewhat accustomed to it. You came up on a large boulder, which made Eddie stop. “It’s Skull Rock.”

“It’s what?” you asked, dumbfounded.

“Here, look.” He took your hand and guided you around the rock, then had you take a few steps back. There it was, a skull shape in the boulder.

“It’s a notorious makeout spot actually,” Eddie said.

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. He looked back at you with a sly smile and shrugged. “I promise it’s a coincidence.”

“U-huh.”

“I guess we can set up camp here for the night and go looking around in the morning.” He looked down at his watch and tapped it a few times. “The damn thing is broken. Probably from when we fell in the water. We can live without it I guess.” He put his hands on his hips and took a good look at your digs for the night. It wasn’t great but it would do.

You took your jacket off and spread it out on the ground under the rock. Goosebumps rose on your arms immediately so you wrapped your arms around yourself and rubbed. You parked your ass on the ground and waved Eddie over. Your backpack was a softish material, one similar to a satchel, so you set it down like a pillow.

Eddie had noticed that you were cold and started shrugging out of his denim vest and leather jacket, prepared to hand them over to you. “No, no, come here,” you said, patting the spot next to you.

He obliged and took a seat. His eyes went wide when you scooted up against him, back to back. Without having to be told- because that’s what he wanted to do- he set his jackets on top like a blanket and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Is this okay?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. You were so warm he could feel you through his shirt. And you smelled so good. He thought about how he probably smelled. He hadn’t showered in days and he had been in water and in the woods. He internally cursed, hoping that he didn’t smell too unpleasant to you.

“Y/n,” Eddie whispered.

“Hm?”

“I want to hang out with you too.”

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I'm absolutely DYING over SteveEddieReader. I'm positively BEGGING you for more. I typically don't read fem reader things as I tend to lean more masc but FUCK your series with them is just so damn good 😫 they fit together so well

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“Oh my god— ohmygod, Steve…”

Back arching, you cried out, grabbing at the boy’s hair, pulling him closer between your thighs. He let out a muffled moan, a dirty sounding thing as his tongue licked a line up your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit to suck meanly.

Big hands kept your legs open, fingers pushing into the plush of your thighs as he kept his mouth on you, kissing sweet around your folds, nuzzling into the slick of your pussy, nose bumping your clit as he pushed his tongue further into you. It was all too much already, the heat in Steve’s bedroom rivalling the summer evening outside, the pink-orange glow of his bedside lamp showing off the way your body squirmed.

“Shit, honey,” Steve groaned, kissing at your thigh before sliding one finger - two fingers - inside of you. “No idea how good you taste, huh? So fuckin’ sweet—“

“Yeah?” Another voice interrupted, a second set of hands pulling at an ankle, spreading you wider. “If you quit bein’ so greedy, maybe I’ll find out.”

Steve scowled as Eddie shoulder his way beside him, between the bracket of your legs. He grinned up at you when you let out a laugh, still out of breath and shaking from the way Steve’s fingers were curling inside you.

“Wait your turn, man,” Steve snipped back, leaving another kiss on your knee as he pushed his fingers deeper, searching for his favourite spot. You let out a sharp gasp, head tipping back and the boy smirked. “Our girl’s having too much fun.”

Eddie ignored him, leaning in anyway to press kisses inside your thigh, humming when his tongue ghosted over where Steve’s fingers were. You sucked in a breath, eyes closed tightly, waiting for the next sensation.

“Yeah, honey?” Steve cooed, pushing at your knee, ordering you to spread yourself obscenely for the two of them. “You like that?”

You pulled at his hair in answer, your free hand searching blindly for Eddie until he got the hint and let you tangle your fingers in his curls too. He swore when you tugged, hips lifting up off Steve’s comforter in search of lips and tongues.

“More, sweetheart?” Eddie tutted. “She’s so greedy, huh?” He wasn’t even talking to you, ‘cause he was looking at Steve and smiling, a stupid amount of affection in his eyes despite their previous bickering.

“She wants us both?” Steve asked softly, sliding his digits out of you, only to use his thumb to spread your folds open for both of them. You nodded, feeling a little wild with the anticipation of it all. “Yeah? Wanna say please for us?”

You made a strangled noise, a soft, pretty sounding thing that Eddie cooed at. “Please,” you begged, squirming a little on the bed until Steve squeezed your thigh in warning.

“Such a good girl,” Eddie praised and you didn’t have a chance to respond before he ducked his head and dragged his tongue over your clit, a soft, kitten lick that made you cry out.

Steve did the same, his forehead pressed to Eddie’s as he licked over the entrance of your cunt, tongue pushing through your folds to taste you, groaning filthy when his tongue met Eddie’s.

It was dizzying the feeling of both of them between your legs, the feel of two mouth, two tongues. And fuck, if it wasn’t the hottest thing when you felt them pull away from you for just a second, only to hear their lips meeting for a kiss with the taste of you on both their tongues.

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[eddiesxangel]

HOE HOE pantyHOES | Eddie Munson x Reader

CW: Christmas theme smut. idk what else to tell you; read it and find out. minors dni 18+ only.

Word count 1.9k

You sat in front of your vanity mirror, frantically preparing for Steve’s annual Christmas party. You got home late from work and had to pick up dessert from the bakery before heading home to get ready. Now, you managed to get yourself half dressed before getting distracted by your hair and makeup.

You heard a knock on the front door and yelled for them to enter. You were expecting Robin to pick you up tonight; she probably got fed up waiting in the parking lot for you.

A muffled “hello” was barely audible over your Christmas carols. You reply with a “in here!” As you fixate on the sequinned black bow to the back of your head.

“You’re not Robin,” you smirked, seeing who poked their head through your bedroom door.

Eddie stops in his tracks as his eyes drink in your body. You had managed to get into your matching black bra, panties and black stockings but nothing else before you remembered you needed to fix up your makeup.

“Uh- sorry, I uh- I’ll wait out here.” he quickly looks away before shuffling around the room, clearly flustered.

“It’s okay, Ed’s, I’m almost done,” you shrug. Eddie’s one of your best friends had been for about 2 years. You had met Eddie through your work friend Robin.

“You sure?” He still isn’t looking at you, but his cheeks are red like Santa’s.

You stand up and walk towards him; your dress is on your bed.

“Yea. Nothing you haven’t seen before.” you give him a coy smile. Technically you are fully covered; your black opaque stockings are just like leggings, and your bra is like a bathing suit.

“Sure, yeah.” He peeks up to get another look. Fuck did he like what was in front of him. You managed to pull off cute and sexy all at the same time. You step into your dress and slowly pull it up your body.

Flustering Eddie was one of your favourite things to do.

“Can you zip me up?” You ask, turning your back to him.

He doesn’t say anything; he just steps closer with shaky hands to accept your request. You feel him slowly brush your hair off your back and over your shoulder out of the way. You could feel his breath hit your bare neck before he bravely bent down to kiss where your shoulder and neck meet.

“Eddie,” you moan. Goosebumps appeared all over your soft skin from his touch.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he jumps back. And you can’t help but giggle.

“It’s okay, Eddie, baby. Just zip me up?” You asked again in the most sickly sweet voice. You feel his hands quickly tug in the zipper of your holiday dress.

Baby. That was new. Eddie fixated on the way the word fell off your lips. It was so sweet he could almost taste it.

"You ok?" You look over your shoulder to see a look in Eddie's eye you hadn't seen before.

Something primal had taken over Eddie. It was like he was entranced by you. He felt his hands run up the sides of your thighs and under your dress. Feeling how soft the stockings that encased your legs were. He ran his hands up higher and higher to where the waistband met the skin of your soft middle.

More goosebumps covered your body as Eddie didn't say a word while tracing your figure with his calloused fingers.

"Mmmm, Eddie," You softly moaned, filling the silent room with the most beautiful sounds Eddie had ever heard.

"Yeah, baby girl," he whispered as his soft lips grazed the same spot he had kissed a moment ago.

"We- we are going to be late." You stuttered.

"We are already late; we will blame it on the snow." You felt his hands brush the straps of your dress off your shoulders so it landed on the bedroom floor.

You stood there in just your bra, stockings and matching panties before you felt Eddie push you forward so you were band over for him. Eddie could see the outline of your thong as the thin material spread over your perfect ass.

Eddie bent down so he was at eye level with what he wanted. "Oh, baby," you hear Eddie whisper under his breath before placing a firm hand on each cheek. Moulding and massaging the muscle. A small smack echoed in the quiet room when his hand came down and lightly hit your bottom, wanting to see it jiggle. You arched into the feeling. The Christmas party you were supposed to be getting ready for suddenly slipped your mind. The only thing consuming your thoughts was Eddie's strong hands on your body, and you wanted more.

"You like that baby girl? I can give you more. Just say the word." He hummed as he trailed a finger lightly down the seam of your pantyhose.

"Yes," it was small, but Eddie still heard it, allowing him to do what he's wanted since he met you.

You felt Eddie's lips graze over your covered pussy; you were already so wet it was seeping through the two thin layers of material that were covering what Eddie wanted most. His hot tongue licked a strip from your clit to your hole before humming into your centre.

"hmmm, I can already taste how ready you are for me. Tell me, baby, that's all for me? I did this to you?" he massaged his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Yes," you breathy sigh as you push back into Eddie's hand to create more friction.

"Now tell Eddie what it is you want?" He sat up and kissed the bare skin of your back right above your waistband.

"Please touch me," you sighed.

"Sucha good girl; I think you made it on the nice list this year." He praised as he cupped your wet heat. "But after what I'm about to do to you, I think you'll be on Santa's naughty list for sure," He growled in your ear before his fingers hooked into your tights, ripping them open and exposing your bare ass.

"Eddie!" you scolded. Those were the only pair you had left without any runs in them.

Eddie hooked a finger around your thong, moving your panties to the side without a reply; he was feral. He was so fixated on your wet cunt being centimetres away from him. He could smell your heat radiating; it was intoxicating. He took in the picture-perfect sight in front of him. Wanting to memorize every detail. Your pussy was so pretty, the prettiest one he had ever seen.

Eddie didn't waste another second before diving in. He ate you like a man starved. His warm, wet tongue had you crying out with pleasure as it grazed your inner lips to your throbbing clit and back down again.

"Fuck this is the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," Eddie said before giving your ass another light smack. You moaned with pleasure. The sensation only made you wetter.

"Eddie, please," You begged.

"I don't know, naughty girls don't get presents." Eddie slowly massaged your clit with his index finger as he teased your hole with the tip of his thick thumb.

"No! I'm a good girl; I've been such a good girl." You protested. Your cunt was throbbing as it clenched down onto nothing.

Eddie stood back up, his body towered over you, and you felt his arm wrap around your chest to help you stand up straight.

"Eddie, wha-" you were cut off, being spun around and pushed back onto the bed, only this time on your back.

You could see the sheen of your slick coating Eddie's chin as he glared down at you.

You slowly spread open your legs while you move your panties to the side. You let Eddie take you in before circling your swollen clit with a manicured finger, hoping to taunt Eddie into giving you what you wanted. You wanted all of him. You could now see how strained his cock was in his jeans; the looked so tight around his waist you knew he was dying for some release.

"This is mine" Eddie smacked your hand away from your clit before replacing it with his own. "This is my pussy." he repeated.

"Then take it." You command.

You hadn't seen Eddie move so fast since you had known him. His pants were down in half a second before leaning down and plunging into you, bare.

You both let out screams of pleasure as Eddie entered you. Your hot wet cunt felt so good wrapped around Eddie's long thick cock. It was hitting places inside of you that you hadn't known existed. It was like it was made for you.

"Oh my god, Eddie!" you cried as his cock continuously brushed the walls of your cunt. Each stroke built that feeling in your lower tummy.

"Take it, baby girl, you're gonna take all of it." He gritted through his teeth. His eyes concentrated on where his cock was disappearing inside of you. The delicious feeling of your cunt wrapped around him was too good to be true. His dream girl beneath his looking so cute and fucked out just for him, had him cumming in almost seconds.

"You're doing so well, baby, taking me so good, I'll have to give you your present. You want that?" He chides, supping your face with one large hand.

You nod your head dumbly, getting lost in the feeling of Eddie's cock and words.

"Say it, baby girl." His thrusts were getting harder and deeper.

"I want my present." you pout.

"Good, just gotta cum for me first, then I'll fill you up nice and good." Eddie leans down to kiss you for the first time. You moan into his mouth while his tongue slips inside, and his fingers find your clit again.

The coil that built up in your lower tummy finally snaps, and you clench down on Eddie's cock, making it so much tighter to keep thrusting into.

"Fuuuuuuuuck baby girl, that's it; keep coming on my cock, and you'll be back on the nice list." Eddie's hips kept pounding your sensitive cunt, prolonging your orgasm.

Your body jerked and spasmed under Eddie's weight before he finally came inside you.

"That's it, sucha good girl, you deserved every last drop." he slowly ground his hips into you, pushing his seed all the way in before pulling out.

You moaned at the loss of him inside of you.

"Don't worry, baby girl. you'll still have me in you." He winked before helping you stand up. He put your thong back over your pussy lips and helped you step into your dress, zipping it up this time.

You look at the clock on your bedside table.

"Fuck we are so late!" you rush to grab your coat, giving yourself a once over in the hallway mirror. Shit. All that time running to fix your hair and makeup was wasted. You look thoroughly fucked out.

"Eddie!" You whine, trying to fix your smudged red lipstick as Eddie hugs you from behind, kissing up the side of your neck.

"Sorry, can't help it. Need everyone to know that you're mine." His hand grazed behind you and cupped your cunt again. Feeling his cum that had now pooled in your underwear.

“Ok, I'm ready.” You sigh as you turn. It was like he had you under his spell. Eddie smirked with pride as he opened the door for you, only to see an angry Robin standing outside your door.

"You said you would be ten minutes!" She yelled before storming back to the running car she had been waiting in for the past twenty minutes.

Shit. Busted.

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[succubusmunson]

Let’s Play

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous game of who can make the other break first.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), semi toxic relationship, exhibitionism kink, teasing, begging, praise, oral (m and f receiving), ball play, rimming (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), choking, spanking, slapping, breeding kink, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie

WC: 4.8K

(this was kinda rushed in the end, but i hope y’all enjoy!)

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You looked in the rear view mirror one last time before taking a breath and stepping out of your car. 

Corroded Coffin was playing a show (if you could call a small crowd of local drunks and cougars a show), and while you were still mad over the stupid argument you had with Eddie earlier in the day, you still wanted to show up and support him. 

You walked into the bar, a small group of patrons scattered around it. Your eyes scanned the bar looking for your boyfriend and of course, he was talking up some women with big tits. You knew exactly where tonight was headed just by looking at him. This is the game he really wanted to play? You were here to be nice, but seeing him talking to the bartenders had smoke blowing out your ears. 

Eddie saw you by the front door and immediately pushed the girls aside, striding over to you. “I’m glad you came, sweetheart.” His smile was big and bright, but he had that mischievous look in his eyes. 

“Oh, are you?” You pushed your sunglasses to rest on your head, your arms coming to cross against your chest. 

You made sure to wear Eddie’s favorite outfits. It always left him drooling after you, staring at you like a starved man. Two can play this game, it was all about who would break first. 

It wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. You and Eddie always did this, fought, had mind blowing make up sex, and did it all over again. It was a never ending cycle. The two of you loved each other, were in love with each other, but that didn’t stop the fights you had. 

You heard it before, from your friends and family, that you fought this way to keep each other close, to have that spark always lit. No matter how many fights or nights where you almost went to bed angry, the spark was always there, always fully lit between the two of you. The two of you just couldn’t resist each other

“You gonna do this,” he looked around the bar, showing how now wasn’t the time to bring any of this up, “now?” 

Your eyes rolled at him being a tad bit over dramatic. He was acting all innocent, but that glint in his eyes told another story.

You placed a freshly manicured hand on Eddie’s hard chest, feeling his heartbeat under it. It sped up when you touched him, sending shockwaves throughout his body, and all the blood straight to his cock.

“I see that look, Eddie.” You stood up on your tippy toes, your lipstick stained lips pressed against his ear. “You wanna play just as much as I do.”

Eddie had to bite back a groan. Feeling you this close to him, touching him, always sent him into a daze. You had this hold over him, and he didn’t want you to let go.

He tried to compose himself, cleaning his throat. “Maybe I do,” he pulled your body flush against his, his arms snaking around your waist. “You better watch yourself tonight, sweetheart.”

You pulled away from him, slowly walking backwards to the bar. “It’s you who should watch yourself.” You winked at him, licking your lips. “I always win.”

Soon enough, Eddie and the band took the stage. They looked comfortable up there, and as they should. Corroded Coffin have been playing at The Hideout for years, always hoping for the day that some huge record label person would walk in and sign them. 

The bass quickly slithered its way into your body, making your heart beat out of your chest. It felt like you were vibrating, but you loved it. 

Many songs were played as Eddie kept flirting with the cougars by the stage. Getting on his knees in front of them, slowly licking his lips, practically humping the mic stand. He did all this knowing that you were watching, hoping the jealousy was bubbling up inside you. 

You couldn’t deny the need you had for him as you watched him, though. He was sweaty, beads dripping from his hair to his forehead. The bulge in his tight fitted pants was big enough for you to see where you stood, and the winks he kept sending your way had you weak in the knees. He was making it hard to focus, to breathe. 

You two had the other wrapped around your fingers. 

The set ended and just as Eddie jumped down, you turned your back to him. You were putting on a front and flirting with the bartender that had been making your drinks. Batting your eyelashes, letting your fingers linger over his when he handed you your drink. You even let out a few giggles, tossing your head back. You made sure that you were being loud enough for Eddie to hear. 

And Eddie definitely heard, he walked up to you and pressed his sweaty chest into your back. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, but you weren’t sure if it was from just playing his heart out or the sight of you flirting with some stupid bartender.

Eddie didn’t say anything to you as he stood behind you, he just grabbed your ass and walked away. He had something up his sleeve, you knew it. 

You watched him go over to a girl who was leaning up against the wall, smoking. Even though you couldn’t hear what was being said, you know he was asking to bum a cigarette. Eddie was always losing his somewhere. 

What took you by surprise was when the girl popped it into his mouth, slowly running her fingers down his neck and chest. 

Your fists balled at your sides as your eyes shot daggers at them. 

The girl leaned forward, her forehead almost touching Eddie’s. She was smiling in his face and you swear you heard her ask, “do you have one brand of cigarettes you love… or are you open to other options?” Her hand went lower, almost reaching the top of his belt.

You couldn’t take it any fucking longer.

She popped open her lighter and went to light the cigarette dangling from Eddie’s lips. 

Seeing red, you pulled him away, straight to the bar's nasty bathroom. At this point, you didn’t care where the two of you fucked, you just wanted him.

Eddie lost it the second you pushed the door close, pulling your body closer to his, and grabbing you by the back of the neck. “Who’s the winner now?” 

You rolled your eyes, already working on undoing his belt. “You’re joking right? She was almost kissing you!” Your voice was raised, sure to be heard over the music playing outside the bathroom. 

Eddie chuckled darkly, his grip getting tighter on you. “How about we talk about all that giggling you were doing with the bartender?” He leaned down and caught you in a feverish kiss, his teeth biting down in your bottom lip, and making you gasp. “Fucking pathetic to see you throw yourself at him like that.”

“Oh, so drunk girls can throw themselves at you all the time but the second I talk to some cute guy you have to act like this?” Your hands dropped from his belt and came up to rest confidently on your hips. 

“Cute?” Eddie cocks his head to the side, his teeth gritting, and his jaw clenched. “You wanna find another choice of words?”

“No, I don't.”

“You’re really digging yourself a hole?” He walks you backwards, pinning you between him and the wall, your back hitting the tiled, cold wall with a slight thud. “Are you really sure you want to go down this route?”

Deciding to push Eddie’s limits further, you shrugged. “What are you gonna do?” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he ripped your shirt right down the middle, the ripping off the fabric echoing in your eyes. “I’m gonna make sure you know that you can’t have anyone but me.” 

He took you by surprise, the cold air surrounding your body and making your nipples immediately harden.

Eddie looked up at you. His big, brown eyes are filled not with innocence, but lust, jealousy, and need. 

You couldn’t deny how wet you were at this moment. Your thighs were sticky as you clenched them together, and your skin felt hot. All you wanted was Eddie, all you needed was him. 

“Please…” Eddie knew what you wanted by your tone of voice, but he was going to make you work for it. 

“On your knees, pretty girl.” He undid his belt quickly, letting it clank as he pulled down his jeans and boxers just under his ass.

His cock was already hard, leaking with precum, and his balls heavy with the need to be drained. 

Slowly, you dropped to your knees, your eyes still looking up at him. His cock right in front of your face, just waiting for you to put that mouth to good use. 

“Open,” you quickly obeyed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. 

Eddie grabbed the base of his cock and slapped the leaky tip against your tongue. The salty precum flooded your tastebuds and you closed your eyes to try and savor the flavor longer. 

You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue licking over the slit before taking more of him in your mouth. 

“Fuck- it’s always so easy to shut you up like this.” Eddie’s hand rested on the back of your neck, holding your head still so he could fuck his cock into your throat. “Just fucking take it.” 

You gagged and your eyes started to tear up, but that didn’t stop you from opening your mouth more. 

Eddie’s balls slapped wetly with each thrust of his hips against your chin, drool dripping down it. You were sure your throat was going to be raw after him fucking your face, but it was all worth it. “Doing such a good job for me, baby.”

You tried to speak, tried to thank him but your voice came out muffled. His cock was stuffed fully in your mouth. 

“Shhh, don’t try to talk.” Eddie ran a thumb over your cheek soothingly, wiping your tears away before gently slapping you. “Just let me fuck your pretty face.”

His hips thrusted, the tip of his cock nudging at your throat. Your lungs burned from lack of air, but you could stay on your knees for him forever. 

Your nose was pressed against the small thatch of curls at the base of Eddie’s cock, his balls wetly pressed against your chin. His cock throbbed in your mouth and against your tongue. You swallowed around his cock, gagging each time it hit the back of your throat.

Eddie wrapped a hand around your throat, feeling his cock bulge in it. He couldn’t help but groan, knowing you took all his cock in your mouth like the good girl you are.

“God damn it,” he pulled you away, your spit webbing between your lips and his cock. 

He didn’t stop there. Instead, he pulled your head closer to his balls, dragging them across your waiting lips. His cock was pressed against your face, precum smearing across your forehead. 

You did want you know he wanted, you opened your mouth and sucked the heavy sack in. Your tongue rolled against the velvety skin, your teeth nibbling here and there. 

“S-shit,” Eddie’s blunt nails dug into your skin, creating crescent moon shapes in their wake. 

You kept sucking, pulling on them. Having them in your mouth was enough to have your hips rolling against the air, looking for any type of friction against your clit. He knew what a slut you were for his balls. 

“Yeah? You like having my balls in your mouth?” He smirked down at you as you tried to nod your head with your mouth full of him. 

You grabbed his cock and moved your hand up and down in a twisting motion. More precum bubbled out of the slit and over your knuckles. Your spit and all the precum made it easy for your hand to move in swift motions.

While moving your hand up and down, squeezing at the tip, you gargled around his balls. Each lick and nibble making Eddie shake with pleasure.

“Shit-shit,” Eddie’s stomach muscles tightened and he was close to cumming. 

You could feel his cock twitch and throb in your hand, the precum dripping continuously down your knuckles.

As much as Eddie wanted to cum on your face right now, he couldn’t couldn’t let that happen yet. He had to cum in your pussy tonight. He wanted to fill you up until he had nothing left to give, breed you nice and full.

Eddie pulled his balls from your mouth and looked down at you. The sight of you on your knees, looking perfect, had him in awe. 

Your lipstick was smeared across your chin, eyeliner and mascara running down your cheeks with tears. You looked pretty like this. A pretty mess that he had made.

Eddie helped you stand up, and turned you around. His chest was pressed up against your back as his hands roamed over your body. “Let’s get you out of this pants.” 

His fingers made quick work, unbuttoning your jeans, and sliding his cold fingers inside your panties. “Who’s got you all wet? I know it isn’t that bartender.” 

“Y-you.” Your voice was quiet and shaky, his fingers barely brushing against your clit. 

“What was that? I didn’t hear you?” Oh, he heard you alright, he just wanted to hear you say it again. Eddie always wanted to hear how he was the only one who could get you soaked. No one else held such power over you.

“You, Eddie.” You wiggled your hips, his fingers pinching at your clit. “I’m wet for you.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Just as quickly as he slid his fingers into your panties, he slid them back out. 

Eddie helped you shimmy down your jeans and panties off in one go, pooling around your ankles before you stepped out of them.

His rough hands grabbed at your supple skin. Digging into the flesh of your ass, feeling your body mold into his hands. He had you just where he wanted you. 

“I don’t know whether to tease you,” he trailed a blunt fingernail up your back, goosebumps forming over your hot skin. “Or give you so many orgasms that you’re crying by the time I’m done with you.”

You shook your head rapidly, breath hitching each time he touched you. “Please don’t tease me, I can’t handle it.”

Eddie chuckled darkly in your ear, his teeth grazing against your earlobe. Every part of your body felt hot, the need for him almost becoming too much. “You think you have a say in this? You don’t, sweetheart. Remember, I won.”

“I make the rules,” his hand came down with a hard spank! across your ass cheek, causing you to let out a high pitched, breathy moan. The crack of his hand against your ass was loud enough to echo against the dirty walls. “You just sit there, look pretty, and take what I give you.”

Spank! Spank! Spank! His hand came down hard against your ass, over and over again. Your head was reeling, and you knew Eddie was enjoying it by all the chuckling he was doing. 

The stings of the initial spanks and Eddie's rings made you hiss in pain and pleasure. If you weren’t wet before, you’re certainly dripping now.

Eddie walked you until your stomach was pressed against the sink, trapping you in. Both of his hands grabbed your ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing you. 

God, you had the most perfect cunt. It was the prettiest color he had ever seen, was always so fucking wet, and it fit his cock perfectly. Each part of you, no matter the part, was made for him.

He groaned from behind you, licking his lips. “You’re fucking dripping.” His finger ran up the back of your thigh until it ghosted over your cunt, collecting some of your slick. 

You gripped the edge of the sink, trying to compose yourself. 

Eddie’s dark eyes looked at you through the mirror, smirking at you. He popped a finger in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, making sure it was nice and clean. “God, I can’t get enough of how you taste.”

Behind you, he got down on his knees. He placed a hand on your lower back, bending you over the sink. 

You let out a shocked moan the second you felt Eddie lick up from your sopping wet cunt all the way up to your puckered, pink hole. If this sink wasn’t made out of porcelain, it might have been broken with the tight grip you had on it. 

“Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head just as Eddie wrapped his plump lips around your clit. “Yes- Eddie!” 

You reached a hand around and held into the back of his head, grinding your hips back against his exploring tongue. 

“Mmm, mhm.” He couldn’t say much, but Eddie was showing just how much he loved the taste of you. Letting his tongue dip into your cunt for a moment before licking up towards your ass, getting it all nice and wet with his spit. 

Eddie was slurping, licking, and sucking. He was doing everything he could with his skilled mouth and tongue to pull those pretty, pornographic moans that he loved so much coming from you.

Each moan sounded like an angel singing in his ears to him. If he could have your moans on repeat forever, he would.

The hand you had in Eddie’s hair pulled at his curls, his own moans sending vibrations through your body. “So good, Eddie, so fucking good!” 

It was hard to keep your balance and not fall straight to your knees. The pleasure was growing and you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, making your toes curl in your shoes.

Eddie knew you were close too, and he wanted to feel you cum all over his face. He pulled your pussy lips apart and suckled your clit back into his mouth, shaking his head side to side, letting his teeth barely graze it. 

Your clit throbbed in his mouth as your orgasm kept building and building until you finally let go. 

“I-I’m cumming!” You were afraid that Eddie would stop, edge you until you couldn’t take it anymore. But he let you cum, kept sucking at your clit like his life depended on it, making obscene slurping noises. 

You squeezed your eyes shut and slammed your hand on the sink as your orgasm ripped through your body. It was taking its time running through you, letting you feel every bit of pleasure it had to give. “Fuck, fuck!” 

It’s safe to say that no one could eat pussy like Eddie. He was a god at it. You knew it, he knew it, and so did all those girls that could hear you screaming in the bar.

Eddie pulled away just as you finished cumming, standing back up, and looking at you through the mirror. His lips were swollen, covered in the mess you had made on him, practically dripping in your cum. “You wanna taste?”

He didn’t wait for you to answer, just grabbed you, and forced your head to turn. His lips felt sticky, hot, and wet. His tongue danced around yours, both of you moaning into the kiss. You both lingered in the kiss for a moment, melting into each other. 

You pulled away, letting nothing but strings of salvia connect the two of you together. “Jesus Christ, Eddie.” Your breath was still labored from before, never fully catching it.

“I’m just getting started,” he grabbed the back of your thighs and sat you on the surprisingly sturdy sink. Your legs dangled above the floor and your ass barely hung off the sink. 

“You look so pretty all fucked out.” Eddie didn’t let you argue with him, shoving two of his thick fingers in your mouth. 

You bobbed your head up and down them, letting your tongue lick between them. Eddie and you held eye contact the whole time his fingers were in your mouth, you getting them all nice and wet. 

He kicked your legs apart and took his spit wet fingers from your mouth. 

“Eddie,” you bucked your hips into the air, already needing something touching you again. 

“Hmm?” He trailed his fingers up your thigh, licking his lips. “You want something?” 

“You know I do.” You grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand closer to your cunt. “Don’t do this to me, please.” 

“Look at you begging,” two fingers slowly slid into your cunt, your mouth falling agape. “What? nothing to say now?” 

Eddie held his fingers still, watching as you became greedy and fucked yourself against them. Your hips lifted off the sink a little each time you bucked your hips, trying to get Eddie to fuck you with his fingers. 

“Fucking move.” 

He grabbed you by the throat, squeezing it, and cutting off a small amount of your air supply. “Ask nicely and I’ll think about it.”

Your chest heaved as you tried to take in deep breaths, your heart starting to beat rapidly. “Shit- Eddie… please fuck me with your fingers, I need it.” 

Eddie smirked at you, resting his forehead against yours. “C’mon, that was nothing. I know you can do a lot better than that.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, please! You’re the only one who knows what I love, how to make me cum.” Your eyes welled, tears threatening to spill over. One orgasm wasn’t enough, your body craved more.

He curled his fingers inside your cunt, pumping them in and out. His eyes never left yours, watching as they filled with pleasure. “That’s a good fucking girl.” 

“Y-yes,” your breath came out hitched as his thumb started to toy with your clit. “I’m your good girl.” 

“Yeah?” His fingers fucked you harder, your body shaking each time he fucked them into you. “Just my good girl, right?” 

“Yes! Just- holy fucking shit!” 

Eddie caught you off guard, wrapping his lips around one of your swollen nipples. He pulled at it with his teeth before moving to the other way, doing the exact same thing. He hummed against your skin. 

Your head fell back against the mirror as your cunt squelched around his fingers, gushing as his fingers grazed against your g-spot. Your head spun as you let out silent screams, your body shaking the more you came. 

The breath felt like it was punched from your lungs, your throat raw. You didn’t want this feeling to ever stop. You felt purely euphoric, everything tingled in the most perfect way.

“Holy fuck, baby.” Eddie couldn’t tear his eyes away you, his fingers still fucking into you harder and harder. He was in complete awe at the way you squirted from his fingers. “Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of you, watching the way they were dripping in your cum. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness. 

“Don’t worry,” Eddie helped you off the sink, holding you steady as your legs wobbled. “You get to cum on my cock this time.” 

You bent over the sink, pushing your ass out, and wiggling it in the air. As sensitive as you were, you craved his cock. “God, please. I need it.”

Eddie slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles, letting them pool. “I can see how badly you do, sweetheart.” He rubbed the throbbing top of his cock around your clit, slapping it a few times. “Want me to fill you up nice and full of my cum? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you turned your head to the side, making eye contact with him. “Please fill me up.” 

He barely let you finish talking before he slid his cock inside your soaked cunt, balls pressing right against your clit. Your body fell forward against the sink, your hand resting against the mirror. You were so full of cock that you couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form a coherent sentence. 

“I- Eddie- oh my,” your brain was shut off and the only thing it could focus on was the throbbing of Eddie’s cock stuffed tightly in your cunt.

“God dammit, baby,” Eddie pressed his body over yours, engulfing you in him. He dropped his head against your shoulder blade, his breath coming out in short pants. “Your cunt was made for my cock.”

You reached behind you, digging your nails into whatever part of him you could grab. “You feel so fucking good!” 

Eddie chuckled, “bet that bartender, or anyone else, couldn’t fuck tou like this huh? He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing until you opened your mouth to catch your breath. “No, no… only I can fuck you this good.”

Your lungs burned for hair, but Eddie kept adding pressure. He smirked each time he squeezed your throat, making you whine. 

“O-only you can!” His cock felt so good, sliding in and out of you, making you gasp and writhe against him. 

Eddie pulled all the way out, leaving just the top of his cock inside you. You tried to grind your hips against him, but he let go of your throat to hold your hips still, keeping you in place. 

“Say you’re mine,” his fingers on one hand dug into your flesh while the other cupped your jaw, forcing you to look into the mirror. “Fucking say it.” 

You were a wreck, but you’ve never looked better. 

“I-I’m yours!” Eddie slammed back into you, his hips slamming into yours at a bruising pace. “I’m all fucking yours!”

“That’s right,” Eddie could feel you getting closer, your cunt tightening around his cock. “You gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?” 

“Please, please, please.”

He wrapped a hand around your body, finding your clit, and rubbing fast, harsh circles. Your body collapsed against the sink as your toes curled and thighs shook. You couldn’t hold it in any longer, fully letting go and cumming around Eddie’s cock. 

You saw stars as you squeezed your eyes shut and screamed Eddie’s name at the top of your lungs. 

“Yes, Eddie, yes!” You tried to stop shaking, to calm down but you couldn’t, not when Eddie didn’t stop fucking you. 

“Give me one more, I know you can.” He grabbed your shoulder and pressed his chest against your back. “Can you do it? You gonna cum with me?” 

You weakly nodded your head, letting Eddie do whatever he wanted to you. 

He was close, his hips stuttering as he kept fucking you. His fingers never left your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, making you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. 

“My pretty fucking girl,” Eddie gritted his teeth. “Gonna fill you up and let my cum drip down your thighs so everyone can see.” 

You focused on him in the mirror. His eyes were shut, mouth opened as he groaned, and his chest flushed a bright red. “Do it, please fucking do it!”

Eddie’s hips stilled as the both of you finally came together, your cum dripping down his cock as he kept his promise, pumping you full of his cum. 

“T-take it all,” Eddie opened his eyes and looked between your bodies where he could see his cock twitch, cumming inside you. “Just like that, baby.”

Deep pants quickly filled up the now quiet bathroom, neither of you able to find your voice after cumming. The two of you stayed in the same position for awhile, savoring in the blissful moment of a jealous fuck. 

It wasn’t until someone was banging on the bathroom door that Eddie finally pulled out of you, both of you wincing from the sensation. 

You still had a tight grip on the sink, not trusting your wobbly legs to hold you up. “I can’t feel my legs.” 

Behind you, Eddie was pulling up his pants, a smirk plastered on his face. “What can I say? I always know how to make you feel good.”

You quickly flipped him off before finally getting dressed yourself. Your panties were nowhere to be found, but you just shrugged it off, someone would find them later. Only then did you remember that your shirt was ripped down the middle. “I need your shirt.”

“Why?” 

“Unless you want everyone to see my tits-“

Eddie tossed you his shirt, his jaw clenched just from the thought of someone seeing you in such an intimate way. “Put it on.”

You opened the bathroom door after getting dressed, noticing all the people staring at you. “Do you think they heard?” 

Eddie found your panties under the sink, shoving them in his back pocket, making sure it was noticeable that he had them. “With the way you scream for my cock? They definitely heard.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #eddie musnon fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic

[upsidedownmvnson]

eddie stares in the mirror at the scars that mark his body.

he knows it’s not his fault. and he knows there’s nothing he can really do about it, so he shouldnt dwell on things that are out of his control. he knows his scars make him unique, and that you find him just as attractive as you did before…

but even knowing all that, he stares at the marks on his skin and he hates them.

it’s a constant reminder. kids stare at him at the pool, some people ask about it when they catch a glimpse when his shirt rides up, and when you run your fingers over them… he feels like a monster.

he wishes they would go away. and then he wishes he could just love himself again.

when you enter the room you’re immediately aware of eddie’s feelings. you cant read his mind, but you can tell he’s upset by the look on his face. this isnt the first time youd caught him looking in the mirror, tearing apart what he sees.

“what can i do?” you ask, desperate for anything that could help him with his self image. of course you thought he was beautiful, but you wanted him to feel the same. the way he used to…

but he didn’t have an answer for you. he just put on a shirt, kissed you on the forehead, and left the room.

you had to do something, you couldnt watch eddie suffer anymore. it was breaking your heart as well. you knew what to try.

for the next week you did odd jobs around town. you mowed an elderly neighbours yard, watched a single mother’s daughter for a few afternoons, and helped steve harrington drive the party to and from the beach safely. you charged him an extra ten just because robin wasn’t going to be there lol

and then when you had a nice squirrel fund, you presented it to eddie’s tattoo artist buddy, a deposit to book an appointment for a few months down the line. you wanted to give eddie lots of time to design a new tattoo.

when you presented him the appointment card, and the rest of the money, you hadn’t expected eddie to burst out in tears

he couldnt help himself. eddie couldnt help but weep and hold you close because he just had no fucking idea how to express how grateful he was. he wanted to get a new tattoo so bad but didnt want to waste money on it, not with the new trailer payments and the… it doesnt matter. because youd taken care of it.

youd taken care of him,

and he would never ever forget it. he would spend the rest of his life trying to make you feel as loved and as seen as you just made him feel <3

#im balling thats why theres typos #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things s4 #stranger things fiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagines #eddie musnon x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson comfort #ptsd!eddiemunson #eddie munson blurb

[finntheehumaneater]

“It’s all YOUR fault!”

For the ask game 🙏

Hallo, love!!!

this isn’t necessarily Steddie, but I hope you enjoy!!!

angst prompt list | hurt/comfort prompt list | nice scenarios list (more about the asks in my pinned post)

CW: mention of drugs, guns, weed, alcoholism, animal abuse (but it’s more like neglect than abuse), and smoking, implied sexual activity

Max was nearly over the neighbor’s fence—the chair she had brought outside was tipping out from underneath her, but maybe she could just climb back over the fence afterwards—when the chair finally gave out and she fell backwards onto the cold grass, feeling the wind knocked out of her. “Shit—“

She gasped, turning over onto her stomach and pushing herself up, trying to breathe, but her lungs wouldn’t take in air. There was the sound of a car door opening and closing, silence, and then muffled cursing, followed by the sound of crunching on gravel. She ignored it, bending over and coughing out another gasp, her hair falling into her eyes. “Fucking shit—“

“Jesus, kid,” a voice muttered, and she saw someone kneel next to her, an orange flannel and a corduroy jacket flashing out of the corner of her eyes, and she felt a hand press against her back, rubbing against the fabric of her shirt. “You tryin’ to get yourself killed?”

Max finally sucked in a breath and coughed, folding over again. The hand stayed on her back, pressed against it gently, until she whipped around and glared at the person. It was Wayne. She didn’t really know Wayne, but his nephew had brought over food, once, and ate with her in her front yard. He made her hair smell like cigarettes from how much he had been smoking, but he seemed nice enough. 

“I’m fine,” she snapped, waving Wayne’s hands off when he went to help her up. She could stand on her own, she wasn’t a fucking kid. Wayne looked at her, then to the chair, and then to the small white dog on the other side of the fence. 

He raised an eyebrow, looking her over as she dusted the dirt off of her hands “You tryna steal the neighbor’s dog?”

“No—“ she said quickly. “I mean—whatever, why do you care?”

“Because I know the person who lives here, and I don’t think he’ll take kindly to havin’ his dog stolen,” Wayne said quietly, crossing his arms and leaning back slightly. He looked tired.

“What, is he going to fucking shoot me or something?” She bit back, but her eyes widened slightly when Wayne nodded. She sighed and looked back over at the dog. She didn’t know his name, so she had just been calling him Jamie. “He doesn’t…he doesn’t feed him, I know it. I have to do it. And I don’t think he gives him much water, either. He’s out here all the time.”

“Hm. Well, how about we go talk to him before we try and take his dog away, hm?”

“He deserves to have his dog—“ Max cut herself off when Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly. She looked down and glared at the grass beneath her sneakers. It was cold out here. 

“You go put the chair back, and I’ll get my nephew. He knows Briar better than I do. Might be able to talk some sense into him.” Wayne muttered, sighing. Max watched as he walked off, before dragging the chair back towards the back door of her trailer. She managed to get it back through the door without making too much noise, putting it back at the table. 

She went back into the living room quickly, just to make sure her mom was still there—and she was, passed out on the couch with a couple empty beer bottles scattered on the floor, her red hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. Max left her there, half-falling off of the couch. She still had her high-heels on.

Max grabbed her jacket and then ran back outside, across the street to the Munson’s trailer. The air around the place smelled like weed. She knocked on the door and waited. No one answered. Fuck it, she thought, pushing the door open and stepping inside. 

Wayne was sitting on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table, drinking from a mug that looked like Garfield’s head. She always knew the old man was weird, but now she just thought he was fucking crazy. “Where’s Eddie?”

“Getting dressed. He’s in his room if you want to go knock. See if he’s done.”

Max huffed and looked around. Wayne’s trailer had the same set up as hers—and it looked the same as hers, too, mostly. Cluttered. Messy. But with a lot more mugs and mechanic magazines. She walked down the hallway to where her room was and knocked. There was faint music coming from inside, and it smelled like cigarette smoke. It was the kind of music Billy had listened to. Fuck, no, she wasn’t going to think about that asshole anymore. It wouldn’t bring him back—not like she wanted him back. He had nearly killed her ex-boyfriend…well…she wasn’t actually sure what they were to each other, right now.

Sometimes she would go and see Lucas when she went over to Dustin’s, and they would laugh and everything would be fine—and then other times she didn’t want anything to do with him, resenting the idea of even being in the same school building as him. She missed Lucas.

“Yeah, yeah, hold on,” She heard Eddie mutter, and there was another voice in there, too, but she couldn’t hear it over the music.

“I know, sweetheart, hold on,” Eddie said, and Max narrowed his eyes. “Gotta do something for Wayne, then I’ll be back.” 

Was he with a  girl or something? Gross. The door opened and there Eddie was, looking annoyed and a bit disheveled, his Iron Maiden t-shirt half tucked into his black jeans, his hair messed up and kind of sweaty looking. “Can I help you?”

“Wayne said you’d talk to Briar for me,” Max said, glaring at him, feeling a bit awkward with the way he was looking at her. Eddie sighed, looking back when a voice asked, “Eds? Who’s that?”

Max’s eyes widened slightly and she pushed past Eddie, who made a noise of protest, trying to grab her arm and tug her back. She hit his hand away, and her eyes widened slightly when she saw Steve, shirtless in Eddie’s bed, his hair pushed back, blinking sleep out of his eyes. “What the fuck?” 

She looked back at Eddie, whose face was flushed bright red as he looked away. Steve noticed Max and made a quiet ‘oh’ sound, before giving her an apologetic smile. “Hey.”

“You know what—Steve, you and I can talk about this later. Eddie, let’s go.”

She grabbed Eddie’s wrist and pulled him outside, her heart nearly beating out of her chest. Not because of the fact that Eddie was sleeping with a guy who was practically her babysitter, but because she was afraid of what Briar was going to say.

“Why are we talking to Mr. Jones, anyways?” Eddie muttered, rubbing his eyes and sighing as Max led him to the front door of Briar’s trailer. 

“His dog.”

“What about?”

She knocked on the door and then turned back to Eddie. “He doesn’t take care of him. He leaves him outside everyday, and I’ve been feeding him so that he doesn’t starve.”

Eddie’s eyes widened slightly as he looked concerned. “Shit, Mayfield, I don’t think we should—“

The door opened, and there was Briar. He was tall, with whisky brown hair and a scowl across his face. “The fuck you kids want?”

Eddie cleared his throat and pushed Max behind him a bit. Max kicked at his leg, and Eddie winced, glaring at her, but he moved his hand. He turned back to face Briar and sighed, giving him a small, strained smile. “Hey, Mr. Jones. How’s it going?”

“Munson? I didn’t ask to buy anything—“

“I know, I know, I’m not here with weed. We, um…it’s about your dog?”

“Benny?”

Eddie nodded, and Max stepped back out from behind him, ignoring him as he tried to pull her back. “How often do you feed him?”

“What?”

“How often do you feed Jami—Benny?”

Briar turned around, glancing in the direction of the backyard. “Dunno. Every few days, I guess.”

“Well, he needs more food than that,” Max snapped, because I’ve been feeding him every night for the past few months.”

“Mayfield,” Eddie hissed, trying to tug her back, but she ignored him, taking a step closer to Briar. 

“You know, I don’t think you should even have your dog, at this point.”

Briar’s eyes narrowed, and he looked down at Max. She stayed where she was. Eddie tugged her back, and she tried to get him to let go, but he just held onto her arm even tighter—tight enough to hurt. “I’m sorry we bothered you, sir. I hope you have a good rest of your evening.”

Briar nodded and closed the door, and Max whirled on Eddie, her eyes watering. “What the fuck?”

“Mayfield—“

“No, shut up! This—this is all your fault! He’s not going to listen if you don’t let me talk to him!” She screamed, and she knew she was being too loud, because someone in one of the trailers across from him opened their door to look out at what was going on, a cigarette pinched between their lips.

Eddie grabbed her shoulder and his expression softened, but his voice was still stern. “Look—I’ve been here a lot longer than you have. And I know Mr. Jones. He’s not going to listen to you, no matter how much you scream at him. I’ll talk to him for you. Tell him all about the dog. Okay?”

Max nodded, willing her tears not to fall. “Whatever.”

“You going back to your place, or do you need to stay at mine?”

Max’s cheeks flushed. She had only stayed over once, when Eddie was out somewhere and it was just Wayne, but she had been too tired to remember it. She felt angry that Wayne had told Eddie about that, but she didn’t say anything about that. “Not after what you and Steve did in there. You’re going to need to burn your bed.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Eddie muttered, rolling his eyes, and Steve stepped back, pushing his hands off of her. 

“You’re such a child.”

“Says the literal child.”

“I am not—“ She cut herself off and sucked in a deep breath, sighing. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie. Tell Wayne…and Steve…I said goodnight.”

Eddie looked a bit surprised, like he expected Max to snap at him again the second he let his guard down. He nodded, turning and going back to her trailer.

Max went back to hers. She hauled her mom back up onto the couch, turning the light off in the living room and picking up the boor bottles to put in the recycling. She took her pills, praying that she wouldn’t wake up with another headache—or have another nightmare—and didn’t bother changing for bed.

The next morning, coming home from school, she saw Briar walking Benny down the street.

#I couldn’t remember if the dog actually had a name #And google couldn’t give me answers #So….ja #Also if there’s anything I missed in the CW please let me know #None of those topics are talked about in great detail #But I put them up there just to be safe :) #No one talks about Max and the dog enough #Like even though it only really showed them interacting once she seemed to have a good relationship with him #I also feel like the ending is a bit rushed #But I didn’t know how to end it :( #My writing #my fic #finn writes #max mayfield #Wayne Munson #Eddie Musnon #Steve Harrington #Lucas Sinclair #Lumax #Steddie #stranger things fanfiction

[imtryingbuck]

Theses are the fics I've read this month and would highly recommend you reading. Please go and show some love to these amazing creators!

Please read the warnings to each fic🤍

Divider by @saradika

 fluff - ❀ angst - ❁ both - ✾ smut - ❅ series - ✸

Bucky Barnes

HR - by @highonmarvel dark fic

You Belong To Me - by @sergeantbarnessdoll (Winter Solider) ❅

Nothing Breaks Like A Heart - by @buckybabesonly ✾

Riding into the night - by @veltana ❅/❀

Was, Wasn’t by @shurisneakers ❁

Steve Rogers

A shelter in the storm - by @witchywithwhiskey ❅

Watchful Eyes - by @espinosaurusrexex ❅ ✾

#fic rec #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barns x y/n #Steve rogers #steve rogers x y/n #imtryingbuck reads #my recs #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x you #stucky #tony stark x you #Sam Wilson x you #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie musnon #Bucky x reader #fic recommendation #the avengers x reader

[mouthfullofmunson]

Okay but Eddie and witch reader

They are both the freaks of Hawkins

She is pinned as the baby eating witch and he is a cult leader, both probably “devil worshippers”

She’s 18 and he’s 20 ofc

I think their styles are a lot alike, dark clothes, both with curly/wavy shag haircuts

They both have shitty families who kind of abandoned them

He lives with his uncle and she lives with her aunt

she even lives a couple trailers down from him

And to cope with their shitty lives they became obsessed with their “weird” interests

Eddie, d&d and guitar. Y/n crystals and all things witchcraft

They both know of each other but haven’t talked enough to really know each other

But they’ve been teased for absolutely forever and people making rumors that they were together

So one day they bump into each other and Eddie is teasing “hi baby eating witch”

“Hi cult leader”

And when they need to find a sub for hellfire since lucas has a game, Eddie goes to y/n to see if she knows how to play

And sadly, she doesn’t, but she is very willing to learn

So Eddie let’s her observe the hellfire game, making sure she takes notes during it and watches every move

And before they know it they are hanging out after school while Eddie teachers her how to play d&d

And since she was so willing to learn what he thinks is kind of boring to her he makes a deal with her and let’s her teach him about the crystals she’s always carrying and the witchcraft books she always reads

So she lends him a few books about witchcraft and he actually reads them- or attempts to

And his friends notice it before him

“Eddie are you… are you reading a book?”

They all watch him flip through the book at lunch

“Yeah, why does it matter to you?”

“You never read?”

“I read stuff!”

“Is it because of that girl? You have to be in love with her to be reading an actual book!”

And that’s when he realizes that he actually has a crush on the baby eating witch

So he becomes hyper aware of it when they hang out for their little lessons

And y/n notices that he’s being weird so she tries to say something but he shuts her down

“No I’m not being weird?! You’re being weird. You’re the weirdo.”

“Yeah, you’re just being extra weird today, freak.”

And he’s so terrified but he keeps looking at her lips while she talks and y/n notices it and gets frustrated after he ignores her words and watches her lips so she finally leans in and kisses him

And she’s surprised at how much she likes it

But she’s also had a thing for him since she was in the third grade and he was a big fifth grader

But he taste like cigarettes and the orange juice he stole from the cafeteria at school, drinking it straight out of the carton

Eddie is completely frozen but his brain forces him to move his lips with hers

And once she pulls away he is completely breathless

And a little terrified

Because he’s not had many kisses like that in his life

Most girls just want a quick hook up with him because they guessed he was desperate and wouldn’t tell anyone as long as they gave him a fuck- which was partly right…

And he freaks out a little until

“Why are you so shocked? You’ve been watching my mouth like a hawk for an hour now.”

And his head is racing and he cant help but think about what else her mouth can do 😕

So of course he pops a boner after the kiss

And there is no hiding it

When y/n notices she’s instantly flattered, and excited that Eddie munson has a hard on because of her

So she sinks onto his laundry covered floor and sits between his legs, asking him if she can pull his pants down

And beside answering her questions all he can do is lean back on his hands and watch with wide eyes and his mouth slightly ajar

He could believe the girl he read a book for actually likes him back, and actually kissed him, and is giving him a blow job?!

I think he would cum kind of quick

He didn’t know she had him so worked up until he finally got her

And then when she sits there, wiping her eyes and trying to catch her breath, he instantly feels guilty and knows he should return the favor

So he’s offering to eat her out- insisting actually, even though she said it’s no big deal and he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want

But he does want

He’s fantasies about her taste far too long to pass up the opportunity

Especially when he was peeking up her skirts any chance he got to see if she was bare under or if her thin panties showed the print of her

So they trade spots and he gets on his knees, helping her pull her dark blue lace panties down her thighs before he’s diving him

Hoping everything he’s doing feels good because he’s only had quick fucks with people who only bothered to get dick and leave

So he was worried especially since he never got the chance to give head before

Just doing whatever make her moan the loudest

And when she cums he’s so proud of himself

Having to refrain from jumping up, run around the trailer, then come back and get a double high five from her

It becomes a normal thing

Calling y/n over every other night so they can give each other head, maybe teach each other about d&d or witch craft, nap, and then she’s back to her trailer

And y/n invites him over to her trailer, apologizing for the overwhelming smell of incense, her aunt was a huge hippie and taught her everything she knew

So the trailer was decked out in witchy decor, loud colors, beaded curtains everywhere

And Eddie is so shocked her room is so nice, moon printed midnight blue bedding with neat little rugs by her bed and by her desk, no trash on the floor, no porno mags, her clothes all clean and neatly hung up or folded

And that night they finally have sex, candles going and the smell of y/n’s ‘full moon’ incense burning into their clothes

And they both decide that that’s when they are officially boyfriend and girlfriend

But they don’t acknowledge it until Eddie passes on plans with Dustin because he’s “going over to his girlfriends house” that night for a “family dinner”

Which means Wayne is coming over on his day off and meeting his sons girlfriend aunt for the first time and they are having a proper meeting

Wayne and y/n’s aunt would hit it off

And y/n’s aunt would absolutely adore Eddie

And Wayne would love y/n

Wayne would get so happy when y/n came over and he was there to sit and have a cup of coffee with her because she’s just so nice to talk to, there’s no work in the conversation it’s always light and breezy

And y/n’s aunt would be so excited when Eddie came over for a proper dinner instead of y/n shoving them in her room all night, only coming out when they want snacks

:)

#Eddie munson #friends to lovers #Eddie x witch!reader #eddie musnon x reader #eddie munson headcanon #eddie stranger things #Eddie munson fic #joseph quinn #eddie munson smut #perv!eddie #best friend!eddie munson #bestfriend!eddie #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #bestie!eddie #freak!eddie #eddie smut #eddie fluff #dom!eddie #sub!eddie #stalker!eddie munson #himbo!eddie #my post

[lunamadhatter99]

The Lady and the Lord

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

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[ericaand]

I Saw It On TV (Prequel)

Characters: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: Readers husband leaves unannounced, and thus reader gets to know Eddie a bit better.

Word Count: almost 1.3k. Literally one word shy.

Warnings: Some angst, panic, worry. Husband disappearing.

A/N: The prequel to my first smut. Someone had mentioned that more connection to the characters would be nice, so I decided to roll with that.

MASTERLIST

“Okay, babe. I'll see you later!” You set a dish on the rack and begin to dry your hands. “Oh, and please don’t forget those eggs! I really want to make you a special breakfast this weekend!"

The front door slammed as you resumed cleaning the remainder of the dishes from dinner that evening. You married and had been with your high school sweetheart for almost 10 years now, and this weekend was your anniversary and your 26th birthday. You wanted to make it really special. You planned for a big special breakfast, an afternoon date of mini golf, and dinner and a movie to end the evening.

You click the cassette player as Madonna begins to play, the bass vibrating nearby photos on the walls. You pour yourself a glass of wine and grab your cigarettes off the kitchen table. As you settle in a plastic chair on your covered porch, you reach down to plug in the year-round white Christmas lights that adorned the perimeter of the railing and roof.

You pull a cigarette from your pack and place it between your lips while igniting and allowing the smoke to slowly fill your lungs. The first drags have always been your favorite, and you find them to be the most euphoric.

The trailer park is quiet tonight, which seemed odd for a Friday night. You gazed over at the trailers that surrounded you, the soft glow of lights on in a room or two, and in some, there were the flashes of the light from a TV. But one caught your eye, the one right across from you.

You sat at the edge of your chair and used your arms to force yourself even more forward; you squinted your eyes to the window almost directly across from you. There was a soft pink glow that grew brighter and dimmer slowly, and in front of it was a silhouette of a man that seemed to be looking at you. As you studied it, the silhouette swiftly moved to the side; igniting the window with the pink glow more.

You sat back in your chair, and crossed your legs, looking toward another house all while moving just your eyes to notice that the silhouette had appeared once again. But this time, seemed to be only partially a full silhouette.

You giggled quietly, allowing your head to drop back on the siding of the trailer. You closed your eyes, taking the last few drags of your cigarette. You press the burning cherry into the glass ashtray and walk back inside.

You turn off your music, pour yourself more wine, and lay on the couch while watching TV. The next thing you know, you're blinking your eyes open at the ceiling. You rub your eyes, shut off the TV, and begin walking to your bedroom when you notice that the stove says 5 AM.

Without turning on the light, you slowly lift the covers and crawl into bed. You inch your way over to your husband's side of the bed, flopping an arm where his chest should be; but instead finding that your arm drops further than it should right onto the mattress.

You pop up and turn on your bedside lamp, gently illuminating the room. You swiftly look side to side, then rip the cover from your body and run to the bathroom. He wasn't there either.

You head to the kitchen, grasp the phone in your hand, and begin spinning the wheel towards the right. You notice that no matter how many times you dial, it continues to have a dial tone. You slam the phone back on its hook, slide your slippers on, and run outside searching left to right, right to left.

Your eyes land on the Munson trailer. It's the closest and hopefully, they have a phone that actually works. You briskly walked in the direction of the trailer, creaking the stairs as you walk up them.

You reach the door and gently tap it a few times with a closed fist. You cross your arms over your chest and turn your back to the door, looking to see if any other trailers had their lights on. You twirl back around as you hear the door slowly squeak open.

"Hello?" A husky, sleep-filled voice says.

"Hi, I...uh...know you don't know me. Well, not yet. I live just over there." You turned and pointed toward your trailer. "You must be Wayne's nephew. Is your uncle here?"

He opened the door wider, revealing his bare chest and a pair of light blue stippped pajama bottoms loosely draping from his hip bones.

"Yeah, that's me. He's not here." His eyes trailed from your feet to your head quickly. "You okay?"

You ran your fingers through your hair, shaking your head. "No, actually. My...my husband. He left around 7 o'clock, and I fell asleep, and I woke up a few minutes ago and he still wasn't home. I tried to call his friend, but our phones just not working and -"

He opened the door fully and stepped aside, waving you in. "Hey, ok, ok. Come on, well figure this out." He soothed.

You walk in, still holding your upper arms, gently rubbing them up and down. Standing in the middle of the Munson's living room; coffee cups and trucker hats embellished the walls.

He shuts the door and steps toward you. "M'names Eddie." He begins browsing around the kitchen, pushing papers and a few cups aside, revealing the phone. Eddie opened his palms towards the phone, "She's all yours."

You scurried over and began making phone calls to everyone you could think of. With no luck. Some not answering, and some saying they haven't seen him. Your heart began to sink. You lowered your head onto your folded arms, resting them both on the counter.

Eddie walked back into the room as he was sliding his arms into a shirt. "Any luck?"

"No. No one's seen or heard from him. Guess the cops is probably my next option. Thanks, Eddie. It was nice meeting you." You say meekly as you walk toward the door.

"Uh, nice meeting you too." He rushes to the door and opens it. "I uh, I never got your name."

You smile as you exit, and turn when you've reached the small landing on the porch. "Y/N Y/L/N."

Over the next few days and weeks, there was still no word from your husband. Friends and family still didn't know where he was, but it was clear that either something happened, or he left purposefully. Either way, it hurt. But you had to carry on; continue working, paying bills, drinking far too much.

You and Eddie hadn't spoken too much since then. Occasional waves or nods in each other's direction. Until one day.

You were sitting on your porch, smoking your nightly cigarette with your glass of wine, your freshly showered and lotioned skin shimmering beneath the gentle glow of your porch lights. Legs crossed, leaning back, pondering how different your life was just a few weeks ago.

You see Eddie bolting from his house, slamming the door, and yelling profanities in high-pitched, true 'Eddie' fashion. You giggled to yourself. He pulls a toolbox from under the stairs of his small porch and begins sifting through it.

He stands and puts his hands on his hips. "Fuck!" He yells.

He begins to bite his thumbnail, and his eyes scour the trailer park but stop dead center when he notices you sitting outside.

He begins to walk toward you, chains rattling louder and louder the closer he gets. The wooden stairs of your porch creak as if to greet him.

"Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. You got a hammer I could borrow?" He asks as he leans against the railing.

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[buckysdolls]

She’s a Freak Part 5 *Eddie Munson*

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Warnings: Mature Content e.g. swearing, no extreme smut but deffo hints of light smut (kissing, grinding etc) 

Part 5

A vote settled the score, Eddie would stay at Rick’s using it as his hideout and you would stay with him knowing the group would eventually come back to you. Dustin wasn’t too keen on the idea, he knew Eddie wouldn't harm you and would try to protect you at all costs. But Eddie was also a wanted man who would put you in danger and make you guilty by association. Not only was Dustin fighting Eddie's corner he was now also fighting for your safety. 

"What do I tell mum then?" Dustin's head popped round the door just as he was exiting to leave.

"You're smart, make up a good excuse." 

"Remember to use the walkie. Use code red even if it isn't a code red" He once again spoke, finding it hard to leave you. You nodded, striding over to Dustin, kissing his head and giving him a shove closing the door behind him. You wanted to stay by Eddie's side, after this whole ordeal you couldn't bear to leave him alone for the night. That night was the longest night in your life, you didn't sleep, you just watched Eddie as he slept. All your senses were heightened, you couldn't close your eyes because that meant every sensory organ would shut off and you felt the need to be aware of your surroundings for Eddie's protection. You were sat against the wall, Eddie laid out asleep in front of you. Your legs were compressed to your chest and you hugged them whilst clutching the walkie talkie. Leaning your head back to stare up at the ceiling, Eddie opened one eye to look over in your direction. He could see you were exhausted, your eyes fluttered constantly. You looked back down to see Eddie awake with one eye open. 

"Did I wake you?" You whispered tilting your head to the side.

"Not at all. Although it was pretty creepy to wake up and see you looking straight at me" 

"Shut up" you chuckled rolling your eyes.

"I know I'm gorgeous but you could give me some privacy whilst I'm trying to sleep" he continued to joke. 

Eddie stretched his arms before calmly crawling over and taking a seat next to you, your shoulder touching each other. In your peripheral vision you could see Eddie's head leaning against the wall and turn to look at you, so for a few seconds you let it be before turning your head to meet him. You found yourself gazing at his lips for a split second then looking back into his eyes.

"You want to sleep?" He asked. You nodded not wanting to verbally accept it, you felt responsible for Eddie and you couldn't afford to close your eyes. Being this close to Eddie, faces inches apart, made you nervous. It was so obvious to you how you felt, being with Eddie again reminded you why you liked him so much in the first place. You'd remembered how you waited and held out for Eddie to ask you on a date instead of chilling as friends so when Seth shooted his shot you finally felt some sort of self-worth and accepted his dates. 

In this moment you wanted Eddie to grab your face and kiss you, for a second you let your thoughts take over and imagined how you'd climb on top of him whilst kissing. Your hands deep in his hair, his hands that were settled on your hips and rolling them would steadily reach underneath your shirt to pull you closer to him. His hands gliding up your back, his fingertips tickling your skin and his fingernails occasionally, sensitivity digging in as he enjoyed the sensation of you. Eddie patting his leg snapped you from your selfish thoughts.

"You need to sleep. I don't mind if you want to lay down, rest your head in my lap?" 

You smiled at him accepting his offer, you laid down, you always laid curled up so your legs were touching his side. Your head fell onto his lap as you faced towards him letting your eyes close and drift into slumber. Eddie carefully, not wanting to catch you with his rings, began to stroke your hair, he took a look at you before flopping his head back on the wall with a sigh. He had voted against you staying, not because he didn't want to have you here, but if there was any trouble or you got hurt he would never forgive himself and neither would anyone else. After what happened to Chrissy you were just another responsibility he didn't want to have right now, there would be no moving on from you. But, majority rules. The saying is there is safety in numbers…even if it was just the two of you. 

Your breathing was light as you slept, he was always watching your chest to make sure he saw it rise and fall. As his eyes pondered your chest, he couldn't help but notice your features, the curves and how he wished he could touch you sensitively and admire your body. He thought about your legs wrapped around his waist as you were kissing passionately. He imagined pushing you against the wall to secure you in position as he sluggishly undressed you, starting with your top then unclasping your lace bra and feeling you against him. His lips trailing a mixture of loving and rough kisses from your neck downwards whilst you sweetly moaned his name. He'd always known how he felt and what he wanted to do to you since the moment he saw you pick up Dustin from DnD a year ago, from then on he was seeing you around school all the time and instantly built a solid friendship. Had he missed his shot with you? Did he wait too long? Eddie just always thought you'd be better off without him, the school freak, the local weed dealer. Dating a good boy like Seth was always the better option for you in his eyes. 

Morning had soon rolled around and a drooling Dustin found himself waking up to banging on his front door. Dragging himself down the stairs he opened the door.

"Hey Buddy!" 

"Seth?" Dustin's voice cracked before turning unwelcoming and brash due to the sight of Seth face but also because of the four hours sleep he'd had.

"Is she in?"

"Nope" Dustin popped the p, he looked over Seth's shoulder to see some of the basketball team waiting by a truck, Lucas was one of them. Lucas rolled his lips to give a small smile before looking down at his feet.

"Know where she is?" Seth's once cringy nice demeanour had now shifted to impatience. 

"Nope, haven't seen her. She's probably around a friends" Dustin lied.

"Why is some of the squad waiting?" Dustin motioned his head at them.

"We're looking for Eddie Munson."

"Eddie? Er why Eddie?" Dustin's interest suddenly peaked as he folded his arms over his chest trying to seem curious.

"You don't know? They released Eddie's name in connection with Chrissy's murder. We're going to get justice for Jason"

"For Jason?" 

"And Chrissy. Look, can you tell your sister I stopped by? I know what happened the other day was a little blip in the road. Tell her I love her, I'll pop back around later. Cheers buddy!" Seth smacked Dustin's shoulder, Dustin was rocked by the strength of Seth's smack and gave him a fake smile. As Seth was walking away from the door he noticed Max standing at the end of the drive, exchanging a look with Lucas before the team drove off. She shoved a rucksack in Dustin's chest.

"What do I want this for?" Dustin held out the rucksack twirling it. 

"Y/N is going to want to change. Pack her some clothes and let's get going" Max hurried Dustin inside.

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[theewritingroomm]

The Prettiest Picture

Summary: Eddie makes use of the polaroid camera you gifted him. Capturing what he thinks to be the prettiest pictures.  Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem Reader Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Smut directly below the cut, Pet names (baby girl, baby), p in v, unprotected p in v, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talk?, creampie, oral (fem reciving), taking pictures during sex, A/N: The only thing I have to say is that I am nothing but a simple whore. SPOILER FREE. text divider by @vecnacurse, 

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

I do NOT consent to my work being translated or published onto third party sites - including AO3 and Wattpad. 

Your face was being pushed into one of Eddie’s pillows by one large hand. His rings tangled in your hair as his fingers pulled and twisted around the strands. Burning deliciously in contrast to the cool rings on his other hand as they skimmed softly across your heated flesh. His hand came down quickly, harshly on your ass in time with the deep thrusts of his cock into your dripping core. 

You moaned almost lewdly as each hit landed across your skin. 

“You like that baby girl?” Eddie growled out, tightening the grip he had on your hair. Using it to pull you up so that you could respond. 

“Yes, fuck yes.” You panted, eyes starting to roll back as Eddie’s cock continued to assault your g-spot. 

Another harsh smack landed on your backside. Eddie gently massaged your heated flesh. Long fingers digging into your flesh. You were sure bruises would form in their place. 

“You should fucking see how gorgeous your ass looks baby.” As the words left his lips Eddie was hit with a marvelous idea. 

Eddie slowed his thrusts into your pussy and untangled his hand from your hair. This causes you to whine at the loss of contact and the much slower pace Eddie was now using to thrust into you. Eddie shushes you with a quick smack to the back of your thigh. Telling you to be patient as he leaned over you. 

His cool chest pressed into your heated back, the ends of his hair tickling your shoulders. The sound of his nightstand drawer opening filled the room. 

Your nerves became electrified as you thought of the many, many things that Eddie could pull out of that drawer. You hoped it would be the handcuffs or even the paddle that was kept in there. But as you turned your head the best you could with Eddie’s weight laying over your back you noticed that he had picked up the polaroid camera you had gifted him. Which was in fact the last thing you had expected him to pull out of the drawer. 

As if he could sense your wandering mind Eddie situated himself to press his mouth against the shell of your ear. His hot breath fanning over the side of your face and neck, goosebumps erupting over your skin. 

“Wanna show you how pretty my pussy is fucked open. How pretty she looks when I cum inside her.”  

With each word that dripped from his lips Eddie increased the force behind his thrusts. His hips smacking into the flesh of your ass with almost brutal force. Each one nearly sends you into his headboard. As the tip of his cock continued to punch into your g-spot deliciously. 

Your whole body felt as if it was on fire. Each smack of Eddie’s hips kindinling and licking the flames higher, higher, higher. Until every nerve within you was screaming for more. 

“Eddie,” you whined out, throwing a pleading glance over your shoulder. “I need more, p-please.” 

“More?” Eddie teased, punctuating his word with a sharp thrust. 

You went to respond but any words died on your tongue as his left hand came down harshly on your ass. Much harder than they had been before. Eddie is now clearly on a mission to mark your skin. Not that you would ever complain, always relishing in the marks that were left on your skin. 

“I can give my baby girl more if that is what she truly desires.” 

Eddie picked up the pace of his thrusts. Allowing the sound of skin meeting skin to echo around the room. One large hand massaged the globe of your ass. Digging into your flesh before gently traveling up your spine and settling in your hair. He pulled harshly on your roots, causing your back to arch deeper. The new position allows your pussy to suck his cock deeper and deeper. 

A wanton moan left your lips right as a flash went off behind you. 

“So fucking beautiful baby,” Eddie groaned out, your walls chocking his cock. 

His hips faltered for a moment. His own head became foggy with pleasure. But fuck, he wasn’t going to let himself go. No, not until he had made a mess of you. 

“Fuck baby, gonna cum?” he got out around clenched teeth. Feeling the way your pussy fluttered around his cock. A tell-tell sign that you were getting close. 

His hand left your hair and traveled to your clit. Deft fingers began to rub small, slow circles on your bundle of nerves. You choked out what sounded like a sob at the stimulation being given to your clit. 

“Eds,” fell breathy from your lips. Your core clenching around his cock. “I’m g-gonna…” 

Your voice trailed off as Eddie began a merciless pace against your clit. Thrusting into your g-spot as he worked you over. 

“Come for me baby girl,” Eddie’s gravely voice rang out, “Cum all over my cock. Want you to make a fucking mess baby.” 

You gasp as the coil tightens, tightens, tightens in your stomach before finally snapping. Your pussy nearly locked around Eddie’s cock as it wept. 

“Fuck Eddie,” you cried. Feeling your slick flood out of you and rain around Eddie’s cock. Soaking both your thighs and his. But never once did Eddie stop the onslaught of his hips against yours. Though they quickly began to grow sloppy. 

“Fuck baby, gonna fill up this pretty pussy.” 

Eddie thrust into you once, twice more before his hips stilled. His cock twitched inside you once before you were flooded with warmth. 

The combination of Eddie’s fingers still working your clit and the delectable warmth that was spreading from your core made your walls spasm a second time. A small orgasm tearing through you. 

As your breathing leveled out Eddie gently pulled out of you. As he did he watched mesmerized as a slow trickle of his seed dripped from your core. He watched as it dripped down your center and over your thighs. He licked his lips as he reached a hand out to grab at one side of your ass. Pulling it out to expose your drippy hole to him and the camera still clutched in his hand. Eddie slowly lowered himself until he was eye level with your pussy. Bringing the camera to his eye as he settled. Capturing your weeping pussy in what was now Eddie’s favorite picture. 

After the polaroid was spit out Eddie tossed it and the camera onto the side of his mattress. Gently flipping you onto your back once it had left his hands. He smiled down at you, taking in the smile on your own face and the fuck out,  far away look in your eyes. 

Leaning down Eddie placed soft kisses to your heated skin. Over your soft stomach, up to your heaving chest, across your heated neck before settling against your own lips in a soft kiss. He slotted his lips against yours, a large hand gently caressing the side of your face to hold you to him. 

Pulling away slightly Eddie places his forehead against yours. Allowing you both a moment to catch your breath. 

“Do you wanna go get cleaned up, baby doll?” 

You shook your head, a wicked smile pulling at your lips. 

“Then what do you want, baby?” 

You reached for the camera on the bed, “I think it’s my turn to play photographer.” 

Eddie’s face split into a large smile. “If that is what the lady wishes. That is what the lady shall get.” 

Eddie slowly crawled back down your body. Lips leaving a trail of kisses and his hands ghosting softly over your heated skin before digging into the flesh of your thighs. Eddie continued to place soft kisses over the skin of your thighs, each small peck making your pussy clench and throb in anticipation. Sticking his tongue out he gently flicks it over your clit. Your hips buck in response, silently begging Eddie for more. 

Eddie chuckled darkly before attaching his lips to your clit. He sucked harshly on the nerves before flattening his tongue and swiping it over your core. His actions ripped filthy moans from your mouth. But did not stop you from bringing the camera up to your eye. 

The flash went off right as Eddie scraped his blunt teeth against your clit. And though it would be slightly blurry, it would become your favorite picture. 

Showcasing Eddie between your thighs. Only his wide eyes and wild hair were visible above your core. His hands were wrapped tightly around your thighs, rings shining in the light as he held your legs open and core tightly to his face. 

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[hellfirehaley]

Strange Love Chapter Nine

CW/Trigger Warnings: THIS CHAPTER FEATURES A DEPICTION OF A SCENE OF A GIRL BEING ROOFIED. IF THIS CONTENT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER. Mentions of vomit, coarse language, underage drinking, marijuana usage, alluding to a scene of being roofied.

AN: So a bit about this week's chapter: its theme are a little harsh. It alludes to a compromising and real situation that happens to women all over the place to this day and part of the reason I decided to write this chapter is because this week of posting will be the sixth anniversary of my own assault. I wrote this chapter as a writing exercise to help escape from the nasty, negative, gross feelings I usually feel this time of year. If this is something you aren't comfortable reading, please feel free to skip the chapter because I don't want ANYONE to trigger themselves for the sake of a fanfiction.

With that being said, I promise I am going to be handling this delicate topic with as much care and sensitivity as possible. Thank you in advance. if you liked the previous chapters or this one, please feel free to like or comment or reblog it. I also have a taglist so I can keep you up to date on the current chapters when they are posted.

Songs Referenced: Brighton Rock and Killer Queen by Queen, Take On Me by A-Ha, Peaceful Easy Feeling by The Eagles.

Word Count: 4451

Shoutout to my babies @sunflowerharrington for helping me come up with the opening to this scene and @mvnsoneddie86 for helping me come up with the costume for Eddie this chapter. I was seriously stuck on that what to do and you saved my ass Kayla.

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Chapter Nine: The Party

Friday October 11, 1985

Homecoming came quicker than expected and the entire school was beaming with school pride: everyone was wearing their Hawkins shirts or their green shirts. The girls had all green and gold accessories and makeup on today. And all the extra effort was worth it because the best part is we won! 28-21. You were waiting on Robin and Ali to finish getting ready since you decided to wear a simple costume this year since it’s not even Halloween yet. You were wearing a slinky black dress, black stockings and heels with an old witch’s hat from a number of Halloweens ago. Ali and Robin were going as Claire and Allison from The Breakfast Club so they were layering their outfits while you started on makeup.

“So predictions on who is gonna hook up with whom?” you ask, looking in the mirror while you apply eyeshadow. The music in the background was fast and upbeat, Ali having chosen the I Love Rock and Roll album. 

“Well John from French class was eying Madeline so I bet he makes a move tonight.” Ali noted as she adjusted her ankle length brown skirt.

“Blonde haired John or Soccer team John?” Robin asked.

“Blonde John,” Ali says.

“No shit!” you and Robin say.

“Saw it while they were conjugating verbs last Tuesday.” Ali said

“I think that Ben from Chem will finally ask out Samantha Greer.” Robin said.

“The choir girl?” you ask.

“Yep.” Robin said.

“Oh they’d be cute together,” you say.

“You know who else would be cute together? You and Eddie Munson.” Ali said.

“Oh my god yes. The King and Queen of The Freaks,” Robin said, spreading her hands out like she was announcing a movie pitch.

“You’re relentless, you two.” you say.

“And you’re an idiot who can’t see the obvious thing right in front of her!” Ali retorts, putting in her earrings.

“We’re friends!” you try.

“Who are totally into each other. Face it: he’s your Steve and you’re acting like Ali.” Robin said.

“Ouch!” Ali said, hitting Robin lightly.

“But you see my point?” Robin asks

“I suppose so but I barely know him,” you say.

“Get to know him then!” Ali said.

“I have been getting to know him or trying to but okay fine: I do like Eddie but I have to make sure, without a doubt, that he’s gonna be one that stays” you say.

“I get that. How can we help?” Ali asked as she adjusted her pink blouse. 

“Just promise me not to let me get so wrapped up in him that I end up looking like a fool.” you ask.

“Of course dear,” Ali said.

“We’ve got you honey,” Robin said. You finish getting ready, deciding on a dark eye look for the night hoping to come off as mysterious.and witchy. Robin looked adorable in her black cardigan and skirt with black converse: the ultimate comfy and cute look. Ali was working on her makeup at the moment since she just needed to put on her slouchy brown boots.

“Five bucks says Eddie is gonna steal Y/N away tonight at some point.” Robin says.

“You’re making a pointless bet: I’m gonna see him at some point anyways since he was the first one to invite me to this party,” you point out as you go through Ali’s albums before deciding on Queen’s Sheer Heart Attack album.  The whimsical opening sounds of Brighton Rock blasting through her speakers.

“I give it an hour,” Ali said, holding out her hand. 

“I give her 30 minutes,” Robin countered, shaking on their bet. You rolled your eyes as you got down on the bed again, laying down while you waited for them, singing along to each track. The girls joined in on a rendition of Killer Queen as they finished their makeup.

“Alright we ready?” Robin asked as she grabbed her car keys. Ali was pulled on her boots and nodded at Robin.

“I’m good,” you say. Once Ali had her boots on and everything was situated, you three headed out the door and into the car. You sat in the back and they took the front seats. Robin turned on the car and Madonna was blasting through the car as you girls started to sing along. The drive was supposed to be only 15 minutes so it wasn’t too bad.

“So is your boyfriend gonna make an appearance tonight?” you ask.

“Yes he;s gonna meet us there just in case we get too drunk to drive.” Ali said.

“Aww what a sweet Mother Goose he is,” you say with a laugh.

“He is really sweet.” Ali agreed.

“I’m really happy for you Als. Like seriously.” you say earnestly.

“Thanks Y/N. You know we want that for you too right?” Ali said with the same amount of conviction in her voice.

“I know.” you say with a soft smile in the darkness. You arrive at where you suspect the party is based on the music and how many cars are parked down the street. You park a ways down and note how many people are here.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” you ask as you are walking up to the house, nerves getting the best of you.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” Ali asked.

“Yeah Y/N. It's gonna be fun. Just us, some shots, dancing, seeing our friends. I promise it’ll be fun.” Robin said.

“You’re right; I’m just being paranoid for some reason.” you admit as you walk up the entryway to the house. Ali opens the doors and the house is packed with people all in costume.  A lot of people were dressed as Greeks, movie characters or just dressed in their sports outfits. You smiled at how they decorated the place with black and orange streamers and a fog machine but also had a banner in big bold letters saying CONGRATULATIONS TIGERS! WAY TO GO!

You three immediately made a beeline for the kitchen, making a human chain to ensure not losing each other. Once you get to the kitchen and find bottles of booze just lined up along the kitchen counter. Ali takes some shot glasses and washes them out before pouring up some shots. You clinked glasses and drank down the clear, fiery liquid.

“Another?” Robin asked.

“Another.” you say smiling as she pours up the shots. You down them in a quick procession, grimacing as the liquor goes down your throat.

“Do you want to dance?” Robin asked.

“I wanna make a drink first,” Ali said, already having a bottle of rum in her hand already.

“Make me one too?” you ask. Ali nods as she pour rum and New Coke into a pair of glasses. She handed you yours and cheers-ed before taking a big drink and going to the “dance floor” in the living room. The group was dancing to Take On Me by A-ha, having the time of your lives. You hadn’t been to a party since last year so it was absolutely thrilling to let loose and have a good time. The song ended and changed to a Michael Jackson song.

“Hey I just saw Vickie walk in. I’m gonna go talk to her for a bit. Are you gonna be okay?” Robin asked, pointing in her direction. You nodded and smiled at her with a thumbs up. Ali soon followed her after dancing to a few more songs, seeing Steve show up. Duran Duran started playing and you smiled, taking a drink out of your cup while you swayed to the beat and moved your hips and arms. You finally felt free again and you loved it.

Until you feel a pair of unfamiliar hands place themselves on your waist. 

“Hey there, sexy . Can I have this dance?” a voice said from behind you. You tense up a little bit and immediately feel anxious since you didn’t know the guy.

“Umm…”

“Oh come on, Miss Witch. I just helped carry home a win for us. Least you owe me is a dance,” he said in your ear. You shivered out of uncertainty.

“Fine.” you say, unsure of what would happen if you didn’t. The entire time, his grip on your hips was too tight and uncomfortable. His breath on your neck smelled like beer and it reeked of pot and something else. You looked desperately for your friends, who were unfortunately busy with their crushes. You tried to fake happiness when one hand left your waist, hoping he would be leaving.

“So what’s your name, Miss Witch?”

“Laura,” you lie, not trusting him one bit.

“”Well Laura, do you want a drink?” he asked.

“No, I already have one,” you say.

“Want another one?” he said, trying to sound sexy and coming off sleazy.

“No thanks. I’m trying to pace myself.” you reply.

“Suit yourself,” he says, returning his hand to your waist. The next few minutes felt like the longest of your life as you waited for the song to end. When it did end, you immediately came up with a plan.

“Hey stud I’ve gotta pee. Meet me in the kitchen?” you say coyly.

“Hell yeah baby!” he said as he raced to the kitchen. As soon as he walked away, you made a point to lose yourself in the crowd to avoid the creep’s gaze and downed the rest of your drink but you almost spit it out because it was either watered down or something just tasted off. More metallic than before. You immediately swallowed it and made a beeline for the patio doors, letting yourself out and closing it behind you. You immediately started to feel warmer and anxious after that interaction so you took a deep breath to calm yourself, thanking your Deity for your quick thinking. After a minute of deep breathing, you headed out to the back to see who all was out here. There was a little bit of everyone here tonight so you were happy to be able to blend in. You saw a big cloud of smoke coming from 50 feet away so you started to make your way out of it. The walk was a little wobbly from the heels and the alcohol but you made it to the source of the smoke and you were so glad you did because, as promised, there was your favorite person sitting by the bonfire laughing with his friends wearing just a pair of overalls, no shirt with his tattoos on full display. You started to make your way towards him, leaves crunching under your feet. The sound caught their attention and as soon as Eddie saw you, he smiled wider under the joint in his mouth.

“Y/N! You found me!” Eddie said smiling as you were in ear shot.

“Hi guys. How’s the evening? How was Hellfire?” you ask as you go towards Eddie to sit next to him.

“It’s going well. Hellfire was fucking rad! We got to fight a small army and won!” Gareth said, taking a drink of his beer.

“Well I’m glad it worked out well. Maybe I’ll sit in on a session one day and see how you run a campaign if that’s okay.” you say sitting next to Eddie.

“Of course Princess. I’m more than happy to show you the ropes if you ever wanna guest play” Eddie said with a smile.

“So how’s your night going Y/N?” Jeff asked.

“It’s okay. I lost my friends to their crushes so I danced for a while until this jerkoff jock forced me to dance with him,” you say with a shiver.

“What?” Grant said with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Which one?” Eddie asked with a clenched fist, rings prominently visible and his bare chest visibly raising and falling rapidly.

“I don’t know. I tried not to look at him, gave him a fake name and told him I had to pee before I came out here.” you say with a slur, the alcohol starts to take its effects.

“Smart move!” Jeff said as the other agreed.

“You’re with me the rest of the night, got it?” Eddie said look at you with a serious expression.

“You won’t hear me complainin’” you say. You fade out of the conversation for a bit, watching the bonfire burn. You think about simple thoughts like what you would eat when you got home, how you’d maybe watch some tv or listen to music. You wondered if Robin was doing well with Vickie and what Ali had planned for her and Steve. You are pulled from your thoughts when a gentle hand touches your shoulder. You turn to your right and see Eddie looking at you quizzically. His touch feels amazing for some reason.

“You okay?” Eddie asks.

“I don’t know; I feel kind of weird” you say.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks, full attention turning to you.

“I mean I feel drunk but also tired but then it’s like I’m fine,” you say. Eddie hands you a lit joint he had just rolled and sparked.

“Try hitting this once or twice. Small hits” Eddie said. You take the joint and take a few small hits before passing it to your left to Gareth. You sit there for a minute or two focusing on your breathing.

“Okay, at the risk of sounding like an asshole, how much did you have to drink tonight Y/N?” Eddie asks as gently as he can.

“2 shots and a rum and coke.” you slur

“Who made it?” Eddie asks.

“Ali did.” you say. Eddie was quiet for a minute or two, clearly deep in thought as he hit the joint Grant passed him. His eyebrows creased in thought, he finally turns back to you.

“Were you dancing with your drink in your hand?” Eddie asks. You had to think for a moment before nodding. Eddie passes the joint to Gareth, skipping you and causing you to pout.

“Did you drive?” Eddie asks. You shook your head no.

“R-R-Robin did. What’s with all the que-questions?” you slur, rolling the R in Robin’s name.

“OKay. I’m gonna take her home guys,” Eddie said to his friends who nodded in an agreed understanding. Eddie stood up and moved in front of you, offering his hands to help you up. You grabbed his hands and he helped pull you up to your feet as gracefully as you could manage. He moves a hand to your side where his arm is wrapped around you, to balance you and you do the same.

“How are you feeling? Can you walk?” Eddie asked as you started to nod. You two started to make your way back to the patio entry. Your walk was a little wobbly but you were okay in Eddie’s hands. He slid open the patio door for you and went through first, offering his hand to pull you through. The party was still bumping so you and Eddie easily slid through the crowd undetected as you searched for your friends. Eddie spotted the pair sitting comfortably on the couch talking to another couple. He led the way over to them.

“Hey Roberts.” Eddie said, grabbing Ali’s attention to him and you. You could see concern written all over her face.

“Hey guys, everything okay? What happened?” Ali asked.

“No, just…not here. I can explain tomorrow but just trust me, I need to get Y/N out of here NOW.” Eddie said calmly. At these words, Steve’s attention snapped to the conversation.

“You’re sure you’ve got her? We can take her if you want to stay.” Steve said with raised eyebrows, his protectiveness over his friend coming out.

“Yeah I’ve got her. Stay here with your girl and have fun, Harrington. I hate these kinds of parties anyways.” Eddie says.

“Okay if you’re absolutely sure man. Just please don’t leave her by herself.” Steve said.

“”I won’t. I’ll sleep on the floor with her dog if I have to,” Eddie said.

“Y/N, I’m coming over tomorrow first thing to check on you,” Ali said looking at you as you nodded at her. “I love you Y/N/N”

“I lubb you tew Ali and Steeb,” you say as Eddie leads you to the front door and opens it for you to go first before closing it and going back to your side. 

“My van is like a block that way so the walk shouldn’t be too bad,” Eddie said, helping you get down the stairs.

“Okay Eddie. Are you mad at me?” you ask suddenly, hitting the magical level of fucked up where you say whatever comes to your mind.

“Where’d you get that idea from Princess?” Eddie asks.

“Earlier when you asked about my drinking.” you say.

“Y/N I want you to be safe. You can have fun, I’m not saying you can’t, but tonight…” Eddie stopped himself, deciding not to say it.

“I was fine until that jerk wouldn’t let me go.” you whine, getting to the final step. 

“I know, pretty girl,” Eddie said softly. 

“I just wanted to dance by myself or with…” This time it’s you who stops talking but Eddie has other plans.

“With who?” Eddie asks with something different behind his voice. Jealous? Possessiveness?

“I wanted to dance with you honestly.” you admit.

“Aww you wanna slow dance with me?” he asks teasingly and that does it for you.

“You don’t have to make fun of me! I know it’s stupid and I don’t need you to help either at making me feel it,” you say as tears start to prick your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Whoa hey Y/N I didn’t–”

“Just don’t then Eddie. I just wanna go home now,” you say, walking faster now, dropping your hand from around him to get away from him. Eddie watched from a second as you sped up, heels clicking loud and fast as you looked for his van. He wanted to kick himself right now for upsetting you; he just didn’t believe that out of all the guys at school, you wanted him. He wasn’t used to being picked first, let alone at all. He picked up the pace and caught up with you effortlessly. Within minutes, you reached the van in silence as Eddie wordlessly opened the door for you and helped you settle in. You put on your seatbelt as Eddie got in the van and started it, taking off at a slower pace for Eddie. For the first part, you looked out the window as the town started to pass you by and it didn’t take long to figure out just where you were going.

“Please don’t take me to the hospital,” you say seeing a sign for it on the road.

“Why not Y/N? That prick put drugs in your drink and we need to get them out of you before it really causes some fucking damage” Eddie asks.

“My mom works there as a nurse so if I show up to her work like this, I’m dead.” you say.

“So what? You want me to take you home where you could possibly OD in your sleep?” Eddie rambles.

“I don’t know Eddie! I’m fucking scared, I’m feeling tired and I just want to sleep,” you say.

“Fine. I’ll take you home but you’ve got another thing coming if you think I’m leaving you alone tonight,” Eddie states, turning right to start heading to your house instead.

“You can do whatever the hell you please,” you say, crossing your arms like a child. Eddie exhaled, trying to not laugh at you in this state right now as he looked back at the road.

“I’m gonna find that asshole who did this to you and kick his fucking ass,” Eddie said lowly, more to himself. You decide it best not to answer as you try to think of when he could’ve done that to your drink but the drug’s effects were already at work, causing you to doubt yourself and just forget. It really frustrated you that you couldn’t remember. You felt like a scared child and you hated it.

“What are you thinking right now? Talk to me” Eddie asked, when he was a few minutes away from your home. You had been muttering to yourself for a solid minute now and he had had enough, You looked at him in tears and he immediately softened.

“I want my Uncle Dave. He would know what to do,” you say as the tears fall down. Eddie’s heart hurts for a moment seeing it. He so badly wants to do anything to make you feel better.

“We’re a few minutes away from your house. What would you like me to do Y/N?” Eddie asked as he grabbed your hand, rubbing circles on the top of it.

“Call him,” you cry softly as Eddies nods. He lets you cry for a moment while he holds your hand and then he starts to sing along to the radio.

“I get this feeling I may know you as a lover and a friend. But this voice keeps whispering in my other ear, Tells me I may never see you again cause I get a peaceful, easy feeling that I know you won’t let me down cause I’m already standing on the ground. “ Eddie sings as you try to focus on him. He pulled into your spot in the driveway and parked, undoing his seatbelt and getting out of his side. You do the same, getting out and immediately feeling super drowsy and gross. Eddie places his arm around you and walks up to your door.

“Key?” he asks.

“Under the fairy,” you say. Eddie picks up the fairy ornament by the potted plant, grabs the key and unlocks the door before replacing the key under the fairy. You walk in and kick off your heels moaning from the relief as Norm rushes to your side, excited to see you.

“Go get some pajamas on and I’ll be up with some water here in a few minutes,” Eddie says as you nod, going up the stairs. Eddie went to the kitchen to the wall phone and looked for an address book. Luckily for him, the number was pinned next to the phone on a chalkboard. He dialed the number and waited. One ring…two…three, four, five rings, six…seven…

“Hello? Jameson residence, Dave speaking,” a groggy voice answered.

“Dave? Hey I don’t know if you remember me from a few weeks ago but this is Eddie Munson, Y/N’s friend?” Eddie started.

“Eddie Munson?” Dave groaned over the phone, clearly trying to wake up and pay attention to the conversation at hand.

“Yeah Y/N’s friend. Look I wouldn’t have called this late but it’s an emergency. I think Y/N got roofied at a party tonight and she’s scared. She wouldn’t let me take her to the hospital; insisted on coming home and she’s crying out for you. She told me to call you.” Eddie said, exhaling at the end. He could hear shuffling in the background and slight whispers.

“Okay Eddie. Get her to drink water, lots of it, and try to get her to throw it up. Everything. I’m on my way and I’ll be there soon. I’m five minutes away,” Dave says.

“Okay Dave thank you,” Eddie says as they hang up the phone. He went into the actual kitchen and got together a glass of water and a bag of frozen peas in case you got overheated. He looked around for aspirin but couldn’t find any so he went up to your room where he found you lying on your bed in shorts and a Black Sabbath shirt. 

“Hey angel. How are you feeling after getting out of that dress?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah a little better” you say into your pillows.

“Okay good. Can you sit up for me and drink some water?” Eddie asked sweetly. You complied, sitting up with a groan and taking the water from him. You took a few big gulps and sighed.

“Good girl. Now I need to try and get that disgusting stuff out of you.” Eddie said.

“You mean…”

“Yeah sadly I do,” Eddie says as you groan, “Gotta get all that shit outta your body, baby girl. I know it sucks but we gotta do it. If it helps, Uncle Dave’s on his way.”

“You called him?” you say, feeling sheepish.

“Yep, he’ll be here any minute. I feel like you might listen to him more than me but he might have a lecture ready,” Eddie said. You sigh, nodding before getting up and going to the bathroom, locking the door behind you while you take care of yourself.

When Eddie went back downstairs to get himself a glass of water, he heard a key in the door and Norm barking. He looked through the open doorway and saw a long haired man walk in, greeting Norm with some pats. His black and gray tattoos on both sleeves on full display with his tank top and sweatpants. Eddie could tell he grabbed the first thing he had thrown on.

“Hey kid” Dave said, seeing Eddie in the kitchen.

“Hey thanks for coming. She’s in the bathroom right now and she drank about a third of her water so far,” Eddie informed.

“Thanks for the call. How’s she doing?” Dave asked, walking to the kitchen.

“She’s pretty shaken earlier but she seems okay for now, now that she’s home but knowing Y/N, she’s hiding how she’s really feeling,” Eddie admitted.

“Yeah she has always done that. She’s never been one to trust people easily so that’s why I’m glad she was able to at least trust you when in this situation. Thanks kid. I can take it from here if you’ve got places to be,” Dave said.

“I actually don’t. Would it be alright if I stayed? I probably won’t be able to sleep very well tonight if I don’t” Eddie admitted again, not wanting to seem like he’s overstaying his welcome.

“I respect that. How about you take my nephew’s room? He should have some sleep clothes you can borrow,” Dave said, pointing at the room across from yours. Eddie nodded as they heard Y/N open the bathroom door open and shuffle up to her room. Eddie sighed.

“You got her this far man. You did good, kid, now go rest up. I can watch her,” Dave said with a smile as Eddie nodded, starting up the stairs. “Oh and Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Sick Eddie Van Halen costume” Dave said with a laugh.

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[rollforhellfire]

unremarkable things

being an unstranger!things fic, devoted to giving the most interesting character in the entire damn series a more developed backstory, fleshing out the characters around him, and stripping out all the drek and chaff and absolute fucking nonsensical bullshittery generated by the fantastical aspects of the series, and instead focusing on the stories and relationships of the people of Hawkins.

consider the following a thesis statement.

prologue

Nothing has ever happened in Hawkins, and nothing ever will.

Nothing that couldn’t happen in any other small town, at least. Hawkins is everywhere and nowhere, a cross-section of small town USA in the eighties, coloured in the wearily wholesome shades of middle America, instead of the dusty ochre of the sunbleached southwest; the oppressive, eternal grey of the north Pacific coast; or the damp, dark green rot of the deep south—every version of the same town dying the same slow death to the creep of modernity, the heady rush of progress, and the grinding indifference of good old American capitalism.

In Hawkins, the energy lab is—was—just an energy lab, just research and development, and when a poorly covered up chemical leak killed one local and caused the cancer of however many others, its closure was a pyrrhic victory that took the local economy down with it. The lab closed up, the lab rats left, and the town whose industries had mostly existed to serve them suddenly found themselves with no one to serve but themselves, and the empty shell of a building too specialized to be of interest to anyone else, unless those interests were underage drinking, illicit drugs, and crude graffiti. 

When a hasty developed and shoddily constructed mega mall was greenlit by the town council to try and draw people back and drum up new business, the fire that resulted seemed like punishment for the sheer hubris of any attempt to resist the ultimate fate of smalltown America. Whatever insurance paid out was subsequently gobbled up by the lawsuits that followed, and those whose loved ones were killed in the fire used whatever the class action got them to uproot their lives and flee far, far away, to other towns with different versions of the same problems.

There’s nothing remarkable about Hawkins. It is an unremarkable place filled with unremarkable people, and even its tragedies are mundane in the scope of smalltown American tragedies. Galveston. Centralia. Hinkley. Flint. Things like this have happened before, and things like this will happen again. The terror of Hawkins is everywhere and nowhere. Its dramas are small and their actors merely human.

But sometimes, those are the better stories. next >>

written by @preludeinz curated by @anxiousgirl

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[finntheehumaneater]

“well,” Stevie muttered, her hands reaching up to fix the pin in her hair after she caught the man’s eyes lingering for too long. She made sure to face her ring towards him when she did, just for emphasis. “You have some nerve. I am married woman, as you know, and i have no intention of going out with some...some beatnik like yourself.”

“Oh, you’re circled, dolly?” The man mused as Stevie twisted the red straw around in her horribly green milkshake, her thighs going numb from sitting at the bar stool so long. “Well, I gotta head back tonight and bake a biscuit with my friends, but I get off work soon, so if you were down for a little...back seat bingo in a few...”

Stevie felt her face heat bright red, her head dizzy at the thought of those hands on her. And he was in a band? She said that, unaware of the fact that she was speaking ans he laughed, picking up her milkshake and bringing the straw to her lips. The cream on top had melted. She took a sip as he went on, his voice low as he leaned in for a whisper. “Well, dollface, I’m no Chuck Berry, but I can play the guitar alright.”

Oh God. “I’m married,” Stevie said weakly, watching his hands as they set her cup back down. “I have a husband.”

“Ain’t that a bite,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair which just messed it up even more. “I get off in ten, my car’s out back.”

Stevie stared, her cheeks reddening as she left her milkshake unfinished and stood. Over his shoulder, the man called, “take a picture, hun, it’ll last longer.”

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