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[msgexymunson]

Forbidden Fruit

Description: The newest object of your affections happens to be Eddie; your father's closest friend!

A/N: this is just smut personified and I ain't even sorry. Enjoy it with caution, hells saving a mighty fine warm spot for you ;). 

Warnings: age gap, Eddie's in his forties, reader implied 20s. Voyeurism, fingering, p in v unprotected sex (wrap the thingy, trust me I'm old) 

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Delicate fingers are slipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts. You stroke at your soft skin, running in teasing patterns. Your body begins to react to your secret touches, downy hairs starting to stand on end as your skin prickles with sensation. Then your hand drifts lower, lower, until it meets your pubic hair. Massaging your breast with your other hand you try to relax and empty your mind, just focus on the feeling. Not that it works. All you see when you close your eyes is Eddie. 

This is wrong. So fucking wrong. He was at least 20 years your senior. Hell, he was one of your father's closest friends. It may as well be forbidden. He probably thinks of you more like a daughter than a lover. 

You couldn't help it though. Recently he was just looking so damn fine. You're not sure if it was just him getting better with age, or you growing up and appreciating the man in front of you. Either way, woof. 

Your fingers find your clit as you think back to earlier today; the events of which hadn't been much help in quenching your mounting feelings. It had been a lovely day, the sun was beating down and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Eddie and your father had teamed up to do some of the yard work. Eddie was always on hand to help with any manual labour, or to fix things. He was really very good with those hands. 

Well, it was a beautiful day, so sunbathing seemed perfectly acceptable behaviour, and not an excuse to be in the yard at all. Nuh uh. You'd headed outside in your skimpy red bikini, book in hand, and laid on a lounger keeping one eye on Eddie. 

God, he'd looked particularly good today. His hair was grasped in a messy bun with a shock of grey and white visible through it. His stubble looked a few days old, peppering his chin and sharp jaw. Those eyes of his sparkled, a deep chocolate brown you wanted to dive into. Jeans clung to his muscular thighs, only wearing an old wife beater on top, showing off his tattoos and chiselled arms. There was a brief moment when he'd lifted up his vest to use it to wipe the sweat from his brow. Abs had gleamed in the midday sun, flexing and taunting you on purpose, or at least it had felt that way. 

When your father had gone inside to grab them both a beer, Eddie had sauntered over to you and crouched right by your lounger. You had done everything you could to keep your face neutral, even though your head was screaming and flinging its metaphorical hands in the air. 

"Hey sweetheart." 

The gravel in his voice sent shivers down your spine. 

"Hey Mr Munson." You responded, trying to keep your eyes on your book. 

"How many times I gotta tell ya? Call me Eddie." 

You glanced over and saw a slow grin creeping across his face, as he eyed you up and down. Is he checking me out? 

Tearing his eyes away, he spoke again. 

"So, where's the little boyfriend today?" 

"What? Oh, him. We broke up. He was… selfish" you reminded yourself of all those disappointing encounters, flicking through your mind like a magazine of the mundane.

His grin widened at that. 

"Oh, that's such a shame." 

He sounded so sincere, but that smile of his was certainly telling a different story. You found yourself looking at the way his eyes crinkled when he grinned. Probably thought he wasn't good enough for me, just like father said. 

It was like he'd read your mind. 

"He wasn't good enough for you anyway." 

"You think?" 

He'd leaned into you, as if telling a secret. You could smell him, lingering sweat, aftershave and cigarettes. Drawn to him, you'd sat up and moved a little closer. His words were a whisper in your ear, his hot breath on your neck making your heart beat just a little too fast.  

"What you need is a real man." 

Mouth falling open, you snapped your head to face him. A quick wink and he was back on his feet, smiling at your father who had just returned from the kitchen. He had walked off without a glance back. 

You press your clit harder at the memory of his words, your other hand snaking its way into your top to tease at your hardened nipple. A real man. 

Was he talking about himself? Or had he just been teasing you for your taste in boys? Either way, his words had made you wet, your thighs clinging together in supplication. 

Fuck it. If he was on your mind you may as well lean into it. Your thoughts wandered, making up scenarios in your head, thinking of those thick fingers replacing yours. Your speed on your clit doubles, thighs squeezing together. It still wasn't enough. There wasn't enough pressure. 

Pulling your hand away in a huff, your eyes land on a cushion on your bed. Hmm, now that just might do. 

Clambering to your bare knees, you straddle it, positioning the seam to sit just where you needed it. 

Now, this was better. You could almost imagine him underneath you as you humped at his impressive length. You assume he had a huge cock. Well, he did in your fantasies anyway. Pulling your top off and away, you tease at your sensitive nipples, one hand keeping the cushion in place. 

So close, you were so close. The warm feeling was pooling in your belly, your clit humming with desire. Scrunching your eyes shut and whimpering, a particularly good rub had you moaning out "Eddie!" 

Unfortunately, you had failed to hear the approaching footsteps. 

"Yeah sweetheart?" 

Frozen, you can only watch in abject horror as your bedroom door swings open and the object of your fantasies is standing in the door frame. 

"Oh shit, I thought- did you just say my name?" He seems split between looking away and getting an eyeful. 

Grasping the bed sheet you quickly cover up your bare chest, cheeks burning scarlet. 

"Sorry." He adds, looking you up and down one last time, and finally swings the door shut. 

Well that's it, now I need to move to a different state. Fuck fuck fuck. 

"Hey, honey, come hear a sec!" Your mother's voice, ringing up the stairs. Trying to get the blood to diffuse from your cheeks with sheer force of will, you hastily scramble to put your top back on. 

"Coming!" You shout back. Well, you nearly had. So fucking close. 

Making your way downstairs past the bathroom you see your parents arm in arm, Eddie spread out on one of the bar stools in the kitchen. Practically feeling his grin from here, you focus on your parents. 

"We're going out to dinner hon. Mr Munson here, well he was going to have a look at the cable. I can't get the damn thing to work. Sure you don't mind Eddie? Ain't you got somewhere else to be?" Your father looks towards Eddie with his question. 

"Nope. Completely free. I'm sure I can fix it." 

"Thanks buddy, you're a lifesaver. Hon, can you look after him? Make sure to give Mr Munson anything he needs." 

Cheeks flaring again with heat, you mumble out your agreement. 

"Thanks sweetie!" Your mother adds, planting a peck on your cheek. Then, they leave. It's just you and Eddie. 

He begins to walk towards you. The walls suddenly seem too close, your skin itchy, hairs standing on end. He stops in front of you, too close for comfort. A rough hand reaches to you and you flinch. He quickly pulls it away. 

"Well, better fix the cable." He smiles at you, and turns on his heel to the TV room, leaving you staring at his retreating ass as he leaves. 

Maybe he's not going to mention it? 

The thought seems too good to be true. You turn to leave, back the way you came, but a strange force is pulling at your gut. Pretty soon you're standing in the door frame of the TV room, staring at Eddie's ass as he bends to look at the cable box.

Fuck, that perfect ass.

He must have changed from earlier. Maybe he'd had a shower? He certainly smelled good. Staring at his back you notice his hair looked damp. 

OK, so, ignore what happened. Eddie seemed to be. Act natural. Be a good host. 

"Eddie, do you want a beer?" 

He doesn't bother looking back, but you hear his deep voice say, "sure thing sweetheart." 

Making your way back to the kitchen, you grab a beer for him and one for yourself, to steady your nerves. 

Placing it on the coffee table, you let him know it's behind him, as you swig your own. 

"Could you come down here sweetheart? I need a hand." 

You fall to your knees beside him. 

"Show me your hands?" 

Confused, you hold your palms up. 

"Perfect, tiny hands. Here." And he grasps one, swallowing it up in his large palm. The skin on skin contact is a shock to your system. 

He pulls your arm gently. 

"There's a cable right there, can you reach that?" 

Sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth, you extend your arm, reaching into the gap he couldn't quite hit. 

"Got it." 

"That's it. Good girl." You suck in a sudden breath at his words, warmth simmering in your core. Eddie doesn't seem to notice. 

He's adjusting some other cable, moving the network box to a better position as you stare at the veins in his neck. 

"So, did you finish?" 

"Huh?" Confusion floods your face as you scrunch your eyes at his words. 

"Earlier, when I walked in. Did you finish?" 

Your mouth hangs open. He mentioned it so nonchalantly, not even gaining eye contact. You're so shocked that you answer him without thinking about it. 

"N-no." 

"Shame." 

What sort of alternative reality is this? 

"OK, can you feel my hand? Give me that cable." 

You pass it to him wordlessly, fingers brushing his ever so slightly. 

"There. Should be fine now. Try the remote."

Turning the TV on, it does indeed work. You switch it off as Eddie sits back on his heels. 

"It just wasn't wired correctly. Easy mistake to make. So, you need a hand?" 

"Huh?" You sound out doltishly as he swigs his beer. 

"Seemed like you could do with some help earlier is all." 

Swallowing hard at his words, you feel your thighs clench and your heart race. 

"Eddie, what are you saying, exactly?" Words spilling out a lot calmer than you felt. 

"All I'm saying is, you looked like you could use some help. I reckon I could help you out. A lot more than a cushion, anyway." He says, a slow smile spreading over his face making your knees want to melt.

You stare and stare, momentarily lost for words. 

"Come on sweetheart, there's a reason why you were moaning my name. We need to get whatever this is out of our system. " 

You will your legs to move, to flee. They don't. They have their own agenda it seems, taking a shaky step towards him, and another. He's still kneeling on the floor, a slight smirk pulling at his face as if he has all the time in the world. 

Your knees do buckle then, under the weight of his words, as you mirror his position. There's a slight gap between you, but you're closer than you think you ever have been. The air between you seems to hum with desire, an electric current buzzing back and forth. 

Reaching out with hesitant fingers, you finally close the distance, resting your hand softly on his knee. 

"I'm- I'm sorry that I, erm, said your name, it's so damn embarrassing-" 

"Don't be sorry," he responds, his giant hand coming to rest over yours sending your pulse into overdrive, "that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." 

"Really?" You can't help the disbelief dripping all over your tone. 

"You're kidding right? I've been fuckin' hard for the last hour, I'm sure it's not healthy." 

You giggle into your hand at his confession and move to look down, but his hand is on your jaw then, pulling your chin up. 

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, you know. We can just forget all this and I'll leave." 

His stare is firm and sincere, but there's an undercurrent of need behind those eyes, one that's making the pulse between your legs hammer out a tattoo on your insides. 

Before it even registers in your head, you're the one pushing toward him, drawn in by that stare. Your lips are crushing against his when you realise you had taken the leap and kissed him. Eddie's hand presses into the small of your back, pushing you bodily against him, the other snaking into your hair. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss his tongue begins to slide against yours. Never had a kiss felt so good, so sordid. You wrap your arms around his middle to steady yourself as he explores your mouth greedily. 

A slam of a car door snaps you back to reality; pushing your body off him hurriedly you look around with wild eyes. 

"Hey, sweetheart, it's OK. It's not them, it's too early for that." 

You stop and listen, and realise he's right. 

"Sorry." 

"Hey, it's OK." He smiles, flooding your tummy with warmth. 

"You wanna go and get comfortable, sweets? We can, well, just this once."

You nod and stand up wordlessly, leading him to your bedroom. Your pace is slow and measured as you walk up the stairs, belying the running commentary in your head. 

Oh fuck, I can't believe this is happening. This is Mr Munson for fucks sake. Dad would absolutely freak. Oh fuck. 

As you're closing the door, he's kicking his shoes off and sitting up on your bed. His rough demeanour and chiselled physique look so out of place, juxtaposed by the sweet pink bedclothes. 

"Come here sweetheart, right here." He says, patting his lap. You move over to him, trying to work out exactly where he wants you. 

"Knees either side, come on baby, I know you know how to straddle." His smile is dipped in sin, biting his lower lip slightly and flashing his teeth. You take a shaky breath and mount him, your thin sleep shorts barely covering your expectant pussy. 

"Can you, um, take your jeans off?" You ask hesitantly, "I wanna feel you." 

"Whatever you want baby, I'm here to help." 

You sit awkwardly to one side as he wiggles his jeans off those perfect hips, giving you a teasing sliver of his lower abdomen to gawp at before he's gripping your hips forcefully and pushing your core down against his solid bulge. 

"Hmm, nearly perfect," he says, giving you an appraising look. 

"What's not right?" You feel your cheeks blush, waiting for him to point out some flaws you have. 

"Well, I'm sure when I walked in earlier with you in this position you were topless." 

An impossible amount of blood flushes your face, chest, neck. Eddie's thumbs trace calming circles into the flesh of your hips, catching the hem of your top and slipping just beneath. 

Lifting your top up hesitantly, you move your arms up and away, discarding the clothing on the floor of your room. 

Eddie's eyes are fixated on your nude breasts, letting out a slow breath. He holds your hips harder, fingers bruising into you. 

"There. Perfect. You are perfect sweetheart. Such a good girl for me." 

It's deeply pathetic, the noise that escapes your lips at his praise, but it serves to break the spell Eddie is under and forces him to look at your rosy cheeks and pouting lips. 

"Fuck, you like that sweetheart?" He asks, large hands clinging to your hips, starting to grind you back and forth. His breathing is laboured, as if he's trying to hold himself together.

"Yeah." You say back, voice small, hiding under his studious gaze. 

"Don't go all shy on me now baby. This good, yeah?" 

You nod, mewling at the sensation. He's rock hard, and just the feel of his solid dick rubbing back and forth, hitting your swollen clit with each pass has your head spinning. Just two layers, two layers of flimsy fabric lay between him and you. Between him entering you. 

"Talk to me sweetheart. What do you need?" 

His eyes are searching yours, so eager to make you happy. 

"Please, please play with my nipples." 

A rough hum rumbles from his throat, hands creeping up to your chest. 

"So polite. Whatever you need sweetheart." 

Taking over grinding over his member, you feel your skin thrumming, heat bubbling in your gut as his hands begin to trace over your curves. His thumbs graze the underside of your tits with confident movements. Expecting him to start pinching at your nipples, it takes you entirely by surprise when he leans forward and takes one in his mouth, sucking hard. 

Whimpering quietly, you grip his shoulders, willing yourself to be quiet. It's like Eddie can read your fucking mind. Unlatching from your nipple, he grabs your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

"I told you. Don't be shy. It's just you and me here. I want to hear you. Every whimper, every fucking moan. I'm committing this to memory, so make it a good one." 

A watery grin unfurls over your face, eyes tearing up unexpectedly. 

"OK Eddie." 

"Good fucking girl." 

"Oh God-"

Before you're done moaning at his words, his lips are immersing your nipple again, wet and warm and rough; as he pinches the other with hardened skin fingertips. A thick tongue darts out, flicking back and forth over the hardened nub. 

"Oh Eddie, oh fuck!" Your moans are loud and unashamed, your hips frantically humping over his turgid cock, clit swollen, nearing on sore.

His breath diffuses over the sensitive skin of your breast. 

"See that's it baby, I know, I know. Keep going, use me." 

Chasing your release your movements become almost violent, hands grasping onto his wavy locks and tugging hard. He groans at that, almost a growl. Teeth scraping your aching nipple, he unlatches with a wet pop and instead bites into the joining spot between your neck and shoulder harder than anyone had done before. The act was bordering on feral. An animalistic gesture, sucking on your flesh as if he was sucking the orgasm out of you. 

It was working. The low simmering in your gut had bubbled over, threatening to pull you under into the deep depths of pleasure. You let it, screaming out his name as you lost breath, quickly losing yourself in the gaping depths of your release. 

Slowing your frantic rocking movements, you finally slow to a halt.

"Feel better sweetheart?" 

You hum, fingers tracing over the muscles of his toned arms. Your pussy hasn't gotten the message however, clenching around nothing. Your walls are pulsing, wanting to clench onto something, anything. 

"Yeah I'm good." 

"Don't lie to me." 

Gasping at his hard words, you look into his eyes. 

"If you're done I'll leave-" 

"No!" You shout, gripping him harshly,

fingernails embedding into his skin. This can't be over, not yet.

"See?" He laughs, almost mocking you, "if you need more, say so. I want to help you. What do you need?"

"I-" fuck why is this so difficult? "I need, I need something inside me." 

"See? Was that so hard? You want my fingers baby? I'll make you come, as many times as you need." 

You nod enthusiastically, slipping off his lap. He turns you to the side suddenly so your legs are draped over his. Firm, smooth strokes rub up, up, up your thighs making you quiver. 

"Take these shorts off. I need to see that pretty pussy of yours." 

Wiggling out of them, they land on the floor in a heap. 

"Fuck. Spread your legs a little." 

It isn't in you not to comply. Your knees fall open, entirely exposed. 

"Well, look at you. Fucking perfect." A rough hand slots between your legs, two fingers rubbing the length of your pussy. 

Leaning back on your hands, your back arches into his touch, hips moving upwards to meet each stroke. 

"You really want this? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?" His movements are tantalising and slow. Your body begs for more, more. 

Nodding at him, you soon see it's not enough. 

"Use your words sweetheart." Fingers whisper across forbidden skin, circling around but never touching your clit. 

"Oh God please, please I need you, please fill me up!" All modesty forgotten.

"Fuck, yeah that's it, hmm" you feel his fingers swipe your wet lips, about to go deeper. Leaning forward, he angles his head towards your cunt, and spits, hard.

Holy fucking fuck. 

That act had you clenching all over again, rocking into nothing. 

"Oh she likes that! Dirty girl." 

He smiles his approval and gathers your combined wetness, two fingers diving deep inside you. It's aggressive and rough and entirely what you've been craving. 

"This what you wanted baby? My fingers filling you up? Fucking into your cunt?" 

His words are filthy, switching something inside your head you weren't aware of until just now.

"Yeah, fuck please, stretch me out, I fucking need you baby, please please please!" 

Your tiny hands are gripping onto him, desperately seeking him, digging into skin and flesh. 

"Oh you are so hot. Keep begging, I like it." His salacious grin pours over his features, fingers working you roughly, nestling into a spot inside that had your toes curling. Your breathing is heavy and ragged, as his other hand slaps harshly against your thigh. 

"I said beg." 

His ministrations start to slow. 

"No, don't stop! Please, oh fuck please, I need to fucking come Eddie!" Your eyes seeking his with a desperate gleam, toying with your features. 

"Yeah, that's it sweetheart, fuck," and his hand lands a hard smack against the side of your ass making you shriek. 

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" His fingers continue, setting a brutal pace, each stroke reaching your g spot pathetically easily.

"Yeah, oh yes, for you I am." 

A thick tongue runs up the side of your neck, pushing his fingers harder, deeper. 

"Oh Eddie I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, don't stop!" 

"Not stopping, not even if you paid me. Come for me sweetheart." 

Your hips betray you, rubbing against his fingers as hard as they can, desperately seeking your second release. 

They don't have long to look. Suddenly it bursts around you, popping in your head like a firecracker of feeling, pulsing out of you in waves. Your fingers wind into his hair once again as your orgasm floods your system, hands almost frightened of being swept away. 

You knew he was good with his hands but fuck, his words were something else. 

"Oh my God that was incredible." You stutter out, legs still trembling. 

"I aim to please. You good now baby?" His fingers whispering over your arm, catching your nerves, making quivers run over and over you. 

If I'm good, he's gonna leave, and that will be it. Fuck, just don't want it to be over. 

"No. I need you to fuck me. Just this once. Please. I- I need you to cum inside me."

"Shit sweetheart, you want my fuckin' cock? How could I refuse such a sweet good girl." 

Laying you down against your many pillows, he stands, ridding himself of his shirt and pants. 

Oh fuck, just look at his cock. 

It's swollen, throbbing against his slickened pubic hair, wetted by your own juices. Licking your lips impulsively, you spread your legs wide, wanting to guide his hips between yours.

"Fuck that's a pretty dick. So fucking big." 

He looks at you, quirking an eyebrow. 

Oh fuck you just said that out loud. 

"Yeah? You want it? You want me?" 

He's smiling, stroking at his throbbing length, making an emotion akin to jealousness bloom in your chest. 

"I need you Eddie." 

He climbs between your thighs again, letting another glob of spit fly from those perfect lips of his. 

"Oh!" You moan eagerly, writhing beneath him.

"You are perfect, aren't you? Fucking filthy and ready for me." The head of his swollen member nudges your soft opening. 

"I'm on birth control, please just fill me up." 

"Oh fuck you're gonna make me bust if you keep on like that." The words are admonishing, but he sounds impressed. 

His weight dips onto the mattress between your legs, making it sink dramatically. You grab his relatively narrow hips, your slender fingers forcing his body between yours. You need him inside you, now.

The fat, leaking head of his cock rubs against your intumescent lips. 

"Fuck me Eddie, I need you, please fuck me!" You blabber, fingers flexing hard against his hard muscles. 

The mushroom head of his turgid cock pushes against your sodden opening. It breaches you then, forcing its way into your soaking lips. 

Pushing harder and harder into your deepest depths, you whimper, walls quivering around his fat length. 

"Eddie, oh God Eddie!" Your moans are unrestrained and throaty, him rubbing against the spot that makes you wobble inside. 

"You wanna come again? So fucking greedy sweetheart." You expect those words to have bite to them, but he's grinning, forehead nearly touching yours as he hikes your legs around his middle. 

You hump at him recklessly, hips thrusting against his waist as hard as you can. 

 "Oh my fucking God, fuck!!" 

You release hard, wetness squirting over Eddie's imposing length as you moan hard and loud. 

"Hey honey, we're home!" 

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. 

Your eyes flick wildly to Eddie. It doesn't help that he seems amused, chuckling a silent laugh into your skin. 

"I've, I've gone to bed, see you in the morning!" You cry out desperately, hoping to heaven, or hell, that they listen. 

"Eddie fix the cable?" You hear your mom call out up the stairway. 

"Yeah he's, he's really good with his hands!" You shout back, Eddie's body shaking with silent laughter over you, the arms caging your head trembling with barely contained amusement. 

"Great news, night honey!" 

You grip Eddie's shoulders as hard as you can as you listen for the minute changes in air. There it is, mother and father both going to bed. 

"Fuck that was close." You huff, releasing your titanesque grip on his shoulders. 

"But I'm not done sweetheart." 

He thrusts hard and deep against you, his impressive member rubbing against that sweet spot yet again.

"Eddie, you can't, fuck-"

"Oh I can. You just need to shut up." He grins quietly, holding your body close to his. 

"Oh Eddie, oh-" 

"Shhh, fuck sweetheart, shut the fuck up." He whispers urgently into the skin of your neck. Your mouth forms a perfect 'o', wiggling against him ardently. 

He releases his cum into you with a hard, shuddering thrust, throbbing and throbbing out of him. It pumps inside you, pushing you to the edge of coming yet again.

Eddie knows. 

Grinning wickedly, he latches his teeth to your nipple again and sucks hard. Moments later you feel your release explode from your core, dampening your bed sheets in the process. 

Thrumming against him, sweaty skin against sweaty skin, you manage to coax your breathing to a normal level. 

"I hope that's everything you wanted sweetheart, 'cause it aint happening again." 

Before you can protest, Eddie is leaving the warmth between your thighs and aiming for the window, so no one suspects what just happened between you two. A few sure movements and he disappears, however reluctantly, into the night. Leaving you huffing, and panting, and wanting. 

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[rowanswriting]

hmmm i can’t stop thinking about eddie being such a mean fuck in bed. mocking and teasing and degrading. repeating every little moan you make and just laughing at you when all you can do is whine in response😈

Trigger Warning: p in v sex, female reader, name calling, slapping, if I missed something tell me please!! 18+

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The sound of your headboard slapping against the wall is so intense you are surprised a hole hasn't been knocked into the wall yet. Eddie has your legs spread, and pushed back right next to your head. Tears are streaming down your face as you look up at him, your breathing labored and shaky. "Fuck Eddie please, I can't take it anymore." You cry out, a harsh slap lands across your cheek. Eddie pouts at you mockingly, before laughing.

"Shut the fuck up little slut, you're the one that was begging for my dick a few minutes ago, now take it." Your eyes tear up as he thrusts into you even harder, you didn't even think it was possible to go any harder but somehow Eddie did. You cry louder as Eddie reaches down to start rubbing your clit. "Aww poor little girl, stuffed so full of my cock and all you can do is cry about it." You nod helplessly, your lip trembling as Eddie pulls out of you abruptly before flipping you over.

"Need to fuck you from behind baby, gotta see that pretty ass bounce on my dick." He mutters out before lining himself back up with your pussy, pushing in roughly. You only cry louder as he begins fucking you even harder than he was before, his pace brutal and unforgiving. He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you back so your neck is leaning back in an uncomfortable position.

“Look at you baby, taking my dick so good. You love it when I fuck you like this don’t you? Pathetic little whore.” He spits out, his other hand slapping your ass hard, leaving welts and bruises from his rings. More hot tears stream down your face. Your eyes swollen and puffy.

“F-fuck Eddie! I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop!” You cry out, pushing your hips back in time with his thrusts, making him go deeper inside of you. He hits your g-spot three times before your vision turns white. Your orgasm hits you harder than it ever has before as you scream out for him. “That’s it baby, fuck!” He says, pushing your head down into your pillow and fucking into you while you cum around him.

“N-no more baby please.” You beg as overstimulation begins to set in. Eddie just leans his head back and laughs, leaning down over you and bringing his lips right next to your ear. “This is what you wanted remember? Filthy little whore, be quiet and milk my dick.”

It goes without saying that for the next week you can’t even sit down, after you made Eddie cum he just kept going until you both couldn’t take it anymore… but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The way Eddie fucks you is everything you need.

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[bettyfrommars]

Death Becomes Us

True Blood AU

vampire!Eddie x supernatural!fem!Reader

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❤️‍🔥18+Only❤️‍🔥

Summary: Vampires are coming out of the Upside Down and going mainstream in Hawkins. Because of that, the town has become a bit of a tourist destination for people fascinated by vampire lore and the supernatural. Trying to outrun the dark secrets of your past, you decide to lay low in the small town and get a job at a human/vampire crossover bar called Main Vein. You are a recluse who drives a hearse; you have plenty of scars both internal and external. It's been 10 years since Eddie was turned, and the trailer park he lives in is nothing but vampires, that is, until you move in next door. Typical you: running from danger only to find it again.

#vampire!eddie #eddiemunson #vampire eddie au #vampires #trueblood #strangerthingsau #stranger things eddie #eddie munson series #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #supernatural #eddiemunsonsmut #vampire eddie munson

[eddiemania]

Perfumed Confessions.

Description: He was mysterious, loud, and most of all, charming. When y/n discovered her attraction towards Hawkings High School's freak, Eddie Munson, she simply wanted to dig a hole and hide inside of it. What would her friends think of her if they ever saw them together? Despite the obstacles, she was an introvert who had the luck of being on the cheer team because of her physical abilities, surrounding herself with obnoxious jocks.

Warnings: Mention of drugs, mocking, switch!eddie, fem!y/n, unprotected sex, disapproving family

"I can well assure you the principal would love to have a little chat, Mr. Munson, don't you think?" Your biology teacher suggested. For the past five minutes, the entire class was hooked on Eddie's argument with her. The reason was the janitor who entered the class, informed her about something unknown to you, and calmly left.

"Well, I can assure you that this is bullshit. You have no right to kick me out of-" Eddie tried to argue but was soon interrupted by the classroom door opening. Everyone's whispers suddenly stopped, quietly observing Mr. Mayford, your High School's principal, greeting the biology teacher before turning his gaze to Eddie.

"Mr. Munson, could I have a moment?" He questioned. The long-haired boy was visibly stressed, twittering his foot on the ground before sighing and nodding. The second he stood up, whispers began traveling across the room once more.

As your teacher followed them outside, Jason and some of his friends who happened to be in the same class as you began chuckling. "What happened?" Your closest friend, Ally asked, her eyes focused on the three boys, "They probably found needles and syringes on the bathroom floor again, oh man!" Jason scoffed as his friends burst out laughing.

Your eyes widened the moment you noticed your friend building up a slight smile at the boy's comment, "Or maybe they found fairy dust," Hunter added, acting dizzy. You wanted to say something, defend Eddie, but you couldn't. The words simply couldn't come out of your mouth.

The second you turned away, Jason noticed your behavior shifting and immediately stood up from his seat, "y/n," he spoke, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, "What's wrong?" he asked. "You're not funny, Jason," you spat out, causing him to take a step back and stare at you with confusion.

"See y/n, that's why everyone here likes you, you're so kind and..." he paused, messing with your hair, "Adorable." It didn't matter whether or not he was being sarcastic. Deep down, you knew that the only thing that mattered to being a part of that group was the cheerleader title and a pretty face. Although you enjoyed your sport, your interest in it started weakening the more of a beauty pageant it became.

"Feeling bad for even people like him." His arm was still wrapped around you when Eddie entered the class again, his gaze immediately landing on Jason and you. He didn't say anything to defend himself, he simply sat down, zipping his backpack as the lesson normally carried on.

It was the first time that you realized, but when his friends weren't around, Eddie was different. He was quiet.

After the bell notified everyone that it was time for the lunch break, your friends immediately stood up, some of them rushing outside, while some others peaked over the homework you were completing.

They waited for a minute or two before you raised your head up, noticing they were still there, "You go ahead and I'll catch up with you," You informed at which they nodded, leaving the classroom empty with just you, Eddie and the biology teacher.

"y/n, is everything alright?" The woman questioned, moving closer towards you. You raised your gaze, nodding in response. "Just some trouble with equations," you sighed. "If you need any help, I can try," she smiled.

You appreciated her effort but politely declined, watching her eventually leave the classroom. Eddie was still quiet, jotting down something you couldn't see in his messy notebook.

You carefully placed your bag over your shoulder before getting off your seat. Your heart beat faster as you approached the door. With courage, you shifted your eyes to him, a kind smile on your face. "Have a nice day," you beamed, hearing no response as you exited the room.

The rest of the week went along peacefully. You didn't get any chance to approach Eddie again, although you knew that his lack of presence around you wasn't the one thing keeping you from speaking up.

You sat at the back of your father's car as he drove, your eyes fixated on the piece of paper you were tightly holding.

"I can't get you out of my head"

"What's that smell y/n?" your father shook you out of your trance. You immediately put the perfumed note in your pocket before sighing, "What smell?" you questioned, "Didn't you overdo it with that cologne?" he rolled his eyes.

You nervously nodded, before looking out the window, "It was um..." you paused, "It was an accident,"

Giving him a message with your perfume on was definitely something you hadn't analyzed too much. You were nervous. Even if it was anonymous, anyone in the halls could see you slipping a love note into Eddie Munson's locker or bag, and you were well aware it would certainly not end well.

Your friends finding out would be the least of your problems, but once the news reached your upper-class family's ears, you would be punished for at least the following century.

They wouldn't dare to imagine their daughter even standing close to a person like him. It was unfair and cruel, but changing their minds was simply unachievable.

The moment you walked into school, people's eyes began following you. You wore a short skirt which you managed to hide from your father by putting a long coat over it, and a simple white shirt on top.

"Hey pretty," Jason immediately followed you, making you internally groan, "Good morning," you beamed, trying to not visibly seem upset by his presence. "Looking good today," he complimented, to which you kindly smiled, thanked him, and walked away.

The bell rang and the plan you came up with last night rushed through your head. You immediately started running towards biology where you knew Eddie had left his bag just to play D&D with some people he hang out with who were mostly freshmen.

You walked inside the room and immediately were greeted by your bio teacher, "y/n, you're quite early," she pointed out, to which you chuckled, "I was uh," you took a deep breath, "At Mr. Ronald's class next door for a missing assignment," You lied, making her nod in response.

The second she turned her gaze on some papers, you managed to drop the small note on Eddie's bag, which was waiting in his seat, just like you expected. What you did not expect, though, was for the note to get lost between the pages of the notebook he had outside all the time, the one he was scribbling things at instead of paying attention to class.

At first thought, nothing had gone wrong, but thinking it over again, you hadn't planned for him to find out about the message right inside this classroom.

What if the teacher took it away? Or even worse, what if your friends snatched it away and figured out about your scent?

Your brain was working on max, but the moment you decided to reach inside his backpack and fix the paper's placement, your teacher turned her attention back to you, interrupting your actions.

"Did you need something y/n?" she questioned, making the back of your neck sweaty. "N-no, why would you ask that?" you cautiously responded, "You're still standing there," the woman chuckled, and you awkwardly chuckled in response before people started entering the classroom.

You quietly went back to your seat and waited.

The moment Eddie walked inside the room, he took a brief look around before sitting down, his hair covering the entire desk the moment he placed his head down on the cold surface.

"Everyone, open your books on page 127, and your notebooks for notes, please," the woman spoke, her eyes specifically targeting Eddie, who was about to sleep on the desk.

"Mr. Munson, the same goes to you," she said in a serious tone before the boy raised his head, "I forgot my book," he responded, to which she gave him an apologetic smile, "Well, you can at least write done some notes. Do you need a piece of paper?" she offered, but he declined, "It's fine,"

Eddie sighed, reaching inside his backpack before grabbing the same torn notebook he used for every class, the cover which portrayed an electric guitar being cracked up and half faded.

As the teacher began the lesson, Eddie started flipping through the pages, doodling over anything it landed on, although he immediately stopped the moment a folded paper appeared in between the pages.

Unfazed, he inspected it, confused by its scent as he kept on unfolding it.

"I can't get you out of my head"

The boy slightly looked around, confused and cautious, trying to ignore the heat warming up his cheeks. It was probably a prank, a master plan that one jock had come up with just to ridicule him, but the scent was oddly familiar to him.

He placed it inside his pocket, something that caught your attention, your legs both shaking with anxiety.

The school day quickly came to an end, and Eddie was nowhere to be found. Even if it did calm you, deep down, you wished something more would happen.

You were certain he assumed it was some stupid prank of Jason's and chances were that he threw it away with the bag of walnuts he brought with him every day to lunch.

That thought kept rewinding inside your head again and again, from the moment you got onto the bus, up until you reached your house's front door, because the moment you took that turn, your brain stopped functioning.

He was there.

Eddie Munson was sitting on your porch, a cigarette between his lips as his eyes followed your pace towards him. You tried to walk faster, looking at the neighbor's houses just to make sure no one was outside looking at you.

"Isn't it the one and only y/n?" he beamed, catching you off guard. You just stared at him, your eyes wide. "What are you doing here?" you confusingly asked, to which he shrugged as a response.

"I laughed so hard!" he spoke sarcastically, but before you could even respond, he interrupted you, "Come on, it was a good one. Was your little boyfriend involved, too?" Eddie scoffed, "Or did he steal your perfume and just went for the romantic confessions? I didn't know how had it in him."

You sat there, unable to form a single sentence.

"Come on y/n, what did you think was gonna happen? Hm? You would wait with your brainless friend group outside my house trying to catch me jerking off to your pretty letters?" He scoffed, making you widen your eyes, "I'm sick of all of you trying-"

"Eddie!"

"What?!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" you questioned, utter confusion taking over you. "Are you joking? Do you think I'm that dumb? I found the letter you put in my bag."

Your cheeks were red and once he realized the look you were giving him was anything but manipulative, he rubbed his eyes, letting a deep breath out, "It-" he paused, "It wasn't a joke?"

"Of course it was not! Why the hell would I do that?" you snapped, catching him off guard. His look was full of shock, just as if he had seen a ghost, but both of you were suddenly interrupted by a familiar engine entering the block. You quickly placed your hand over your mouth, shakily unlocking the front door before dragging him inside your house.

"What's going on?" the boy asked, trying to peak through the window, "Don't make any sound, my parents are back home," you ran with his hand inside your grip straight to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

"If they see you here, both you and I are going to get murdered," you swallowed, heavily breathing as you leaned against the door. "Are they that strict?" Eddie frowned, making you nod.

"Hey um, about what you said... I-"

"y/n?"

Both of you quickly turned your heads towards the door where your mother's voice came from, "Just a minute mom!" you cursed under your breath, shoving Eddie inside your closet and shutting the door.

"What's taking you so long?" before she began twisting the locked handle again, you shortly unlocked it, glancing upwards to your mother. "I was changing," you awkwardly smiled, "And why was your door locked? You're literally alone," she argued, entering your room before shooting a couple of concerned glances around.

"You know how paranoid I am with being alone in here," you responded, knowing your answer was quite convincing to her. She nodded, taking a few steps back before sighing, "Once you're done, come downstairs for lunch," she informed before eventually leaving.

"Hey pretty, care to explain now?" he opened the door, as you stared at his white reebok sneakers approaching you, "Eddie you need to leave," you quickly responded, making him roll his eyes, "Well I'm not doing that until you start explaining,"

"Explain what exactly?"

"I don't know? Why a cheerleader from Jason Carvers' friend group is sending me little lovey-dovey notes? Perfume sprayed and all?" he couldn't help but grin. "That letter was a mistake, alright?" you groaned, trying to snatch it off him the moment your hand was in his grip.

"Don't lie to me, pretty," he lowered his face, placing it inches away from yours, "You can't really hide it that well, you know," he added, not letting you off him, "Always good mornings, have a great day's, smiles, mini skirts," his eyes traveled down your exposed legs.

"You know, for the title strict, your parents are really loose with you," his lips were close to your ear, his whispers making your cunt ache with pleasure. "But who am I to judge, right?" he beamed, his large hands gently touching the bare skin on your back, his cold rings causing shivers to run down your body.

"I can't imagine what it must be like for them," He scoffed, "Knowing their daughter has filthy fantasies about Eddie Munson, who? The druggie," he began kissing the warmth of your neck carefully, his other hand shifting to your cheek.

"Do you?" he questioned, shifting you back to reality, "Huh?" you whispered, making him smile against your neck as he slowly walked towards your door, pushing you against it, "Do you have fantasies about me, y/n?"

You swallowed, wrapping your arms around his neck, causing him to pull away and look at you. "Sometimes,"

"What are we doing?" he slowly leans in, pecking your lips right before he grabs your waist again, "You're touching me," you admit without overthinking your words and grins, "Where, lovely?"

Taking a deep breath as you kiss him, you gently take his hand, moving it towards your clothed cunt. His breathing becomes more rapid and your heartbeats only intensify.

"Please don't tell anyone about this," you plead as his hand rubs you over your little coverage panties, "Don't worry, you will have to live with your own guilt," he suddenly drags you down on your soft bed with him, making you sit right on top of his bulge as he lays down.

Your first instinct makes you grind on him, helping you please some of the pressure you felt on your lower belly. You pace up, listening to his sweet panting and groaning. You could have never believed you'd ever be able to see Eddie Munson like this.

His hands grab onto your bare thighs, squeezing you so hard that you're certain it will leave multiple bruises and marks.

"Please, pretty," he breathes as you notice his desperate attempts, "Stay still," you respond before taking a last glimpse of the door behind you. You unbuckle his belt, carefully revealing his cock.

You shallow before you start caressing it softly, making Eddie look at you with satisfaction the moment he stood up, balancing on his arms. "So, so good," he grins, his one hand playing with your hair.

After a while, your eyes rise meeting his. You nervously looked at him as you began lowering your face, but Eddie immediately stopped you. "Have you gone down before?" he questioned, to which you shook your head.

"Then we don't have to do this today," and with that his hands raised you off the flood, making you sit on his bare lap. "You're so wet for christ's shake," he groaned, laying you on your bed, your belly against the mattress.

You giggle, making him stare at you with confusion, "What's so funny?" he questions, filling your entire back with sloppy kisses, "You can't decide where the hell you want me, Munson," you grin, arching your back just enough to make your skirt hover above your ass.

His eyes are pinned on you, feeling his already hard dick begging to contact your beautiful skin. He gently raises your skirt even higher, looking at your white panties under it.

"Holy shit," he gulps before slowly placing his hand over your skin, squeezing you cautiously. You smile at the contact while biting your lower lip, "Can i-"

"Yes, please," you cut him off, placing a small kiss on the hand next to you. He begins cursing as his tip reaches your entrance, while you at his hands grasping your bedsheets.

The moment he pushes himself inside of you, an unexpected moan escapes your mouth, which you immediately attempt to cover with your hand, "Jesus," he moans as well, letting his now bare body lay on top of your own.

His skin feels godly on you. Eddie begins pacing up, soft moans, whimpers, and skin contact feeling the entire room, "You see y/n, I might have fantasies with you as well," he takes a minute to breathe. "The only difference is that mine are more perverted than yours,"

His words make you place your smaller hands over his own, letting go of your pillow and grabbing onto his own grip. He keeps moaning and pushing himself inside of you while whispering in your ear. Whispering everything you want and need to hear.

"You're so goddamn perfect," he keeps kissing the side of your face as he's behind you, "If only you knew half the things I've dreamt about doing to your pretty little body," he groans.

"Eddie, please!" you whine and he chuckles, "What is it, pretty?" he questions as you increase the strength of your grip, "Harder,"

His hips begin slamming against you as his hand muffles the moans you wish you didn't have to suppress. Your eyes start tearing up and you feel your climax building up to the max.

"Cum all over me, do it." he moans, never decreasing the kisses he placed on your neck and shoulders. You listen to him and let go, your orgasm taking over every inch of your body, making you fall inside his arms while your legs shake.

"Oh God,"

"Oh shit," he keeps cursing and cursing until he eventually falls back onto the bed where both his and your clothes were tossed. "You should send me notes more often," he grins, "I don't think so, Munson," you smile.

#eddiemunson #stranger things season 4 #strangerthings #joseph quinn #josephquinn #steve harrington #eddiemunsonsmut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine

[ladysnoopy]

can someone plsplspls write a fic where Eddie is an absolute loser like he has no game whatsoever, he gets so flustered everytime he talks to girls and gets asked out by reader whos experienced BUT not a show of like shes very sweet to him and wants to make him feel good but doesn’t make him feel embarrassed and he thinks hes in heaven😍😈😏 bonus points if hes secretly had a crush in her

#eddie munson #eddiemunson #eddie munson fic #eddie stranger things #stranger things #strangerthings #eddie munson smut #eddiemunsonsmut

[takemebackto-eden]

Hey Stranger • An Eddie Munson fanfiction

Part One blurb •

Nina: “Why do you love me, Eddie?” 

Eddie: “You were like coming up for fresh air.” [fiddling with his rings nervously] “Life kinda blurred into one long day. And then I met you.” [looking at her lovingly] “And you brought me back to life. I feel like the old me again.” 

Nina: [looking at him sadly] “Do you think we’ll get through this?” 

Eddie: “We have to.” [smiling at her] “I haven’t finished loving you yet.” 

Eddie’s life didn’t change much after he returned from the upside down. People still hated him, blamed him, and he retreated to a shell of his former self. Life passed him by, blurring into the same everyday routine. Until Nina, Robin’s ‘sort-of’ cousin, arrives in Hawkins. 

Fleeing from her past in California, Nina’s world is turned upside down (no pun intended) as she falls head over heels for the freak of Hawkins. 

Can these two lost souls find peace with each other or will the demons of their past come back for them? 

Chapter One - Black Magic Woman - A new person in town arrives at Hawkins Record Store.

Chapter Two - Freak - Eddie and Nina meet again at Steve’s house.

Chapter Three - Late Night Talking * - A much anticipated study group.

Chapter Four - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - Nina helps Eddie with his English assignment

Chapter Five - Everywhere - Crushes deepen at Steve’s BBQ.

Chapter Six - Happier than Ever - Nina runs for the hills, but the view is clearer at the top.

Chapter Seven - How Do I Get You Alone? - Eddie is Nina’s knight in a leather jacket at the Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout.

Chapter Eight - I Think We're Alone Now * - Eddie confesses some truths and Nina helps Eddie.

Chapter Nine - Suitcase - Lovers Lake, it’s their spot.

Chapter Ten - Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby *- Nina confesses some truths and Eddie helps Nina.

Chapter Eleven - Go Your Own Way - The love bubble is burst by California calling.

Chapter Twelve - The Way You Make Me Feel - Robin and Nina have a girls night out on the town.

Chapter Thirteen - Cinnamon Girl - Nina’s insecurities get the better of her.

Chapter Fourteen - I Was Made For Loving You * - End of the school year brings a fun outing and two newcomers.

Chapter Fifteen - The Night Does Not Belong To God * - Nina and Eddie celebrate Eddie graduating in a unique way.

Chapter Sixteen - California Dreaming - Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Chapter Seventeen - Matilda - The ugly truth and bitter reality.

Chapter Eighteen - When I Was Young - Time heals wounds.

Chapter Nineteen - Mine * - The Beginning of the End, but in a good way.

Part Two blurb •

Eddie: “Nina, can you hear me?” [Nina strums the guitar again] “Nina! I’m right here baby, I’m here.” [Eddie reaches out to touch her, his fingers floating through the apparition of her. Yet somehow, she turns around, looking straight at him, more like through him.] “Baby…” [Eddie’s voice cracks] “I’m right here.”

Nina: “Eddie? Are you here?” [Eddie can see Nina speaking but no words can be heard] “I’m right here honey, I’m here!”

She lies down on the bed, clutching Eddie’s pillow tightly, calming down her shaking breaths. Eddie smiles as she lies down, strumming the guitar as she nuzzles into the pillow.

Eddie: “I’m here baby, I’m right here. It’s going to be okay.” [the song ends and Eddie puts away his guitar, lying down next to the apparition of Nina] “I’m coming for you baby, just hold on.”

They both lie facing each other; Nina in the Upside Down and Eddie in regular Hawkins, both so close but so far apart.

Chapter Twenty - Don't Fear the Reaper * - Halloween approaches Hawkins.

Chapter Twenty One - Season of the Witch - Something ominous is coming.

Chapter Twenty Two - Dark Signs - Eddie finally tells Nina the truth and an unexpected visitor arrives in Hawkins.

Chapter Twenty Three - Love You to Death * - Halloween night is here.

Chapter Twenty Four - Nothing Else Matters * - The penny drops / 6 days left

Chapter Twenty Five - Just Pretend - The party search for answers / 5 days left

Chapter Twenty Six - Euclid - Nina ascends / 4 days left

Chapter Twenty Seven - Follow You - The gang comes up with a plan / 4 days left

Chapter Twenty Eight - A Hundred Kisses *- The gang break the law / 4 days left

Chapter Twenty Nine - Beautiful Dawn - Nina and the gang work through the bucket list / 3 days left

Chapter Thirty - The Summoning * - Nina and the gang go to the Hideout for one last hurrah / 2 days left

Chapter Thirty One - Living On a Prayer

Chapter Thirty Two - The Apparition

Chapter Thirty Three - Delusions of Saviour

Chapter Thirty Four - All I Wanted Was You

Chapter Thirty Five - Lonely Day

Chapter Thirty Six - The End of Heartbreak

Chapter Thirty Seven - You and I

Chapter Thirty Eight - Eternally Yours

Hey Stranger One Shots • A collection of little bits I’ve written which didn’t have a place in the fic but I thought were cute, so I’m posting them here - COMING SOON

18+ PLEASE, MINORS DNI

content themes: whirlwind / fast romance, soul mates, swearing, smut, angst, fluff, alcohol use, drug use, mental health warnings, depression, abusive household, alcoholism, parental abuse / problems, violence, HURT/COMFORT, (all chapters with this content will have warnings above) Eddie survived the upside down, mentions of upside down, eventual return to upside down.

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[canvasbaby]

Heaven- Eddie Munson x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, male masturbation, eddie is kinda a perv, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!) , lemme know if i missed anything

summary: Eddie is mesmerized by the chick from his english class, and decides to make a move when they’re paired together for a project

These past three years have been tough for eddie. i mean, he just cant seem to pass english! this year he promised himself, and wayne, that he’d finally pass. but, there was one little eensy teensy little problem...

you.

you took up all of eddies time and headspace during english class. he tried to pay attention, he really did. but you were so.... his type. always wearing short skirts that barely covered the top of your thighs, a stark contrast to your oversized cardigans. it took all his might not to skip class everyday to jack off in his van, thinking about the way you passed him in the hallway on your way to your shared class. god, he wanted you so bad...

this past year has been really tough for you. usually you were a relatively good kid, getting your work in on time, always taking the time your projects and homework deserved. but you had a bit of trouble this year...

him.

he took up all of your time in english class. you really did try to pay attention, but really, was he trying to turn you on? always staring at you with his big puppy-dog eyes... his veiny hands gripping the edge of his desk, making you think what they would feel like, god you wanted him so bad...

and now he was over. in your room. at your house. 

mrs. o’donnel paired you two together for the final project of the year because, as she said, you could ‘keep him in line’ 

he examined your room carefully “woah, i knew you were a girly-girl, but... i didn’t expect your room to be this..” eddie started to speak, but his voice started to trail off as he noticed your cute white lacy panties laying at the top of your clothes hamper.

“pink?” you finished his sentence for him. it was a bit embarrassing. THE eddie munson, the town metal-head, resident iron maiden hyper-fan, the local drug dealer, the definition of hardcore, and your crush, was standing in the middle of your cutesy pink room.

but, really, did you expect him to actually pay attention to the project? i mean, with the way you pressed your chest together while reading from the book. the way you looked up at him through your eyelashes, batting them so seductively when you asked him something. he was struggling to contain himself! he even had to put one of your silk pillows over his lap, claiming it was because ‘his lap got cold’. 

i mean, you weren’t much better. the man of your dreams in your room! what more could you ask for? god, you just wanted to take him on a date. maybe get milkshakes, or go on a picnic! of course, you knew he was a man, even though you’re a virgin, you know what men are like. and you definitely didn’t miss the way he full on stared at you tits. or the way he would ‘accidentally’ brush his hand against your ass. you knew you should be creeped out. you knew you should be more scared or nervous around him. i mean after all, he is a man. but... it felt exhilarating, every time he’d snap his head up after having been caught staring made you feel... powerful.

but, of course, all good things come to an end. as eddie was drinking his soda. you just had to ask a sexual question. you didn’t even mean to, it was related to the project. and he knew that, but he just couldn’t help his reaction..

“is this a better position for you, eddie?” you asked, arranging the diorama you two were making. 

but now you stood there, covered in the soda he spit/ spilled all over you. 

“holy fuck y/n i am SO sorry!” he was frantically apologizing, emptying your tissue box trying to clean up his mess.

“oh eddie you’re fine! accidents happen! i’ll just go take a quick shower and i’ll be good as new!” you said, making your way to the bathroom across the hall. 

the water started and now he was bored. i mean, he COULD continue the project, but he didn’t want to. and now his mind (and eyes) were drifting back to those white panties in the hamper.

you wouldn’t notice if they moved, would you? he just wants to feel them. as he picked them up in his ring-clad hands he really couldn’t help himself. can you blame him? you smelled so good all the time and he wanted to know what your more... intimate parts smelled like. as he sniffed them he palmed himself through his jeans. dammit. now he was impossibly hard. 

after listening and making sure the water was still running, he quickly removed himself from his pants, groaning as soon as he touched himself, finally getting the pressure he needed. “oohh fuck.. y/n” he practically whined, stroking himself faster as he wrapped the panties around his cock.

he was so into it, leaning back onto your dresser, rough lace and precum coating his cock. he imagined it was you instead of your panties. he imagined you’d get on your knees and let him fuck your mouth- he couldn’t help but moan your name as he came. 

“is everything ok, eddie?” you asked from across the hall. fuck he didn’t notice the water had been turned off. he quickly tucked himself back into his jeans.

“yeah, i’m- i’m good.” he responded

“ are you sure?” you asked in that cute tone you always use with him as you walk back into your room. “you sound exhausted” 

it took him a moment to respond (totally NOT because he was staring at your perky nipples through the tank top you threw on and and your pajama shorts) “mhm yeah actually i am feeling tired, i should go home..” he lied, trying to get out as quickly as possible.

“hold on, eddie” oh shit what now? did you know? were you gonna call him out on his bullshit? were you gonna yell at him for the mess he mad? were you gonna-

“are those my panties?” you asked, pointing to the spoiled white lace panties in his hand.

fuck.

he stood there dumbfounded. HOW could he forget he was clutching your cum- covered underwear?? dammit now he was thinking about how YOUR panties are covered in HIS cum and you’re walking towards him and he can already feel his pants growing tighter-

“e-eddie, did you get yourself off in my room?” you questioned him. he was nervous at first but with just one real good look at you he could tell you were, enjoying this? you rubbed your thighs together as you spoke, and your voice wavered.

he decided that if this is how you were gonna play this, he was gonna play his way.

“ ‘m sorry, princess” he said, setting the panties on the dresser and grabbing your waist “i couldn’t help myself, i like ya too much, y’know?” yu knew he was slurring his words on purpose, trying to get a rise out of you. and fuck now he was biting at your neck, groping your ass. not to say that you were complaining, having never been touched like this, you were pretty much a moaning mess.

“eddie?”

“yes, baby?”

“can you kiss me?” he swears he died and went to heaven as he kissed you. he wanted to be gentle with you, he really did. but he wanted, no, needed this so bad for so long, he roughly kissed you, pushing you to sit on the edge of your bed, as he got on his knees.

“can i give you head?” he asked, breathless. his swollen lips looked so good right now and you wanted nothing more than for them to be on your pussy. 

“please, eddie” you begged. he muttered a ‘good girl’ as he practically tore your shorts and cotton panties off. he immediately went for your clit. sucking and licking, while his middle and pointer finger started to fuck your hole.

“oh my god.. eddie” you moaned, trying to get more of him on you, if that was possible. he let out an involuntary moan as you grabbed and pulled his hair, the vibration sending a shockwave through you 

“please eddie, ‘m so close!” you begged, but to your dismay he pulled away, leaving you to whine at the loss of contact

“beg for me”

“what?”

“i want you..” he started, pushing you further onto the bed, stripping off his shirt as you followed suit, leaning over you ”to beg me to fuck you, princess.” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck

“eddie i-” oh god were you really gonna say this? how embarrassing. but the reward WOULD be worth it... “i want you to fuck me, please!” you almost moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders

“yeah, that’ll do for now” he started undoing his blet and pulling down his pants for the second time that night, pushing you open with his fingers one more time to make sure you’re ready “please eddie, don’t tease me”

“alright, sorry princess” he apologized as he finally pushed into you, causing you to gasp at the pain “sorry, love, it’s gonna hurt for a minute” he says, cursing at himself for not making you cum before.

he starts touching you clit, hoping the extra arousal would help and oh boy does it. you were already so close but he barely had to touch you before you were cumming on his cock

“holy shit, y/n you’re so fucking warm- so wet” he complimented, thrusting into you faster, now playing with your tits just trying to get himself off.

it wasn’t long before he was cumming. he felt bad for not lasting that long, but in his defense he was fucking the girl of his dreams and she seemed to be loving it. besides, you already came so he didn’t think you’d mind.

he moaned your name as he came, adding in a few curse words and one ‘jesus christ’ his pace becoming sloppier and eventually he stilled inside you, unable to keep overstimming himself

he pulled out, and layed on the bed next to you, both panting messes “that was so hot, babe”

“eddie?”

“yes, princess?’

“do you want to be my boyfriend?”

he swears he died and went to heaven.

a/n: sorry the actual sex is so short, but ill make it up to you all (maybe with an eddie x male!reader?) anyway thanks for reading teehee

#eddiemunson #eddiemunsonsmut #strangerthingssmut #eddie munson smut #firstrealfic #feedback appreciated

[eddieshellfxre]

Study Date

Eddie Munson x fem reader

word count: 2k

summary: Eddie notices the way you look at him and suggests to Ms. O’Donalls you give him some private tutoring

warnings: 18+ fingering, oral sex, swearing, unprotected sex

second time im posting, hope you like it and i hope it brings you some joy…. we all need it after this seasons’s finale

“Mr. Munson you might want to write this down if you wanna pass my class” Ms. O’Donalls says while tapping on the board “Or do you want to continue here for the rest of your life? Im sure long-time senior wont look good on your CV”

Eddie chuckles and taps on your shoulder “hey… do you have a pen i can borrow?” you turn around and meet his sweet brown eyes. You’ve always found Eddie quite attractive but you were totally in diferente high school hierarchies! “pretty please sweetheart” he tilts his head with a smile in hopes flattery works on you. You roll your eyes and hand him a piece of paper and a pen

“You really need to start caring more about school Munson” you turn your back to him continuing writing what Ms. O’Donalls was writting on the board.

Eddie raises his hand to talk, and everybody turns to look at him, except you because you knew some tragic shit was gonna come out. Ms. O’Donalls gives Eddie permission to speak “Maybe y/n could give me some tutoring for extra help, dont you think?” you stop what you’re doing and look up, quite in shock as to why was he saying this.

what the actual fuck Munson

“i think thats a marvelous idea. y/n is one of our best students, dont you dare take her to the dark side” she says pointing her pen in his direction.

Eddie is offended by this, putting his hand to his chest and gasping “Ms. O’Donalls…. i could never. im offended you would think this of me” he smiles and turns to you “so….. 7 sounds good princess?” the smirk on his face does make you feel some type of way but you dont let it show

“sure whatever, dont be late Munson” you say frowning pointing at him

***

Its 7pm and still no sign of Eddie. This was his idea, why isnt he here already? He really cant be trusted.

You pace around in your room, everything layed down on the bed, books, cards, papers, pens of all different colors. You could just tell he wasn’t gonna bring anything and it would all be up to you. You suddently hear the doorbell ring downstairs and go open the door. When you do, Eddie greets you with a smile splattered across his face

“well hello beautiful” he looks you up and down as he admires your legs in the shorts you were wearing “you expect me to concentrate on studying when you look like that?” he asks coming in closer to you.

“keep it in your pants Munson, we’re here to study, dont get your hopes up….. or nothing else for that matter! lets go” you grab him by the arm and guide him to your room. open the door and tell him to sit on the bed “so….” you start, you dont know why but having Eddie Munson sitting on your bed makes you feel nervous, the way he just gets comfortable really easy and just lays on your pillow with his hands behind his head for support, his hellfire shirt slightly risen up showing the lower part of his belly, the elastic from his briefs peaking from his jeans. “is there anything you’re having more difficulty in?” you exhale out, trying your best not to look nervous. You look down at your books, flipping through the pages

Eddie smiles and sits up, back leaning on your headboard “yes there actually is” you tilt your head slightly up to look at him, watch him as he moves closer to you “im having a lot of difficulty not ripping those shorts off you right now and do all the things you secretly want me to do to you!” he leans in closer to your neck, his breath on you gives you chills, you close your eyes and tilt your head giving him more access - what am i doing right now? this cant be happening! - “you really think i dont notice the way you look at me?” his hand moving from your neck to your chest “you make everyone think youre such a good girl but you want me dont you sweetheart?” he asks leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, his hand massaging your breasts gently. you’re not wearing a bra so you’re much more sensitive, Eddie notices and smiles “oh youre making this much easier for me…. and quite hard too” he laughs looking down on his jeans. You can just tell how big he his by the size of his bulge. You’re chest is rising up and down and feel your heart at the throat!

Hes not lying, even though you were completely different people you couldnt help but to sometimes think of all the things you’d do to him. You wanna tell him how much you want him but cant help but feel defenseless. Hes well aware of the power he has over you right now, snap of his fingers and you’re his without even thinking

Eddie throws all the books on the floor and pushes you onto the bed, he hovers over you, his hair falling on you as he kisses you. You went to touch him but he pins your hands above you with his, his rings marking your wrists as he holds you in place, his hand trailed down your body slowly, teasing you more and more. His hands meet the waistband of your shorts and he looks up at you. You close your eyes and go numb

“look at me! i want you to see me go down on you” he places kisses and the bottom of your belly, leaving little marks, spreading your legs wide, you support yourself on your arms and lock eyes with him “good girl” he says as he rips your shorts off throwing then across the room. his breath close to you, he kisses your pussy through your underwear and its driving you insane “god youre so wet. this all for me princess?”

“Eddie— i want!! please” a moan slips from your lips as you grind your hips slowly “i want you, i want you so bad” you beg embarrassed by how pathetic you must look

He moves your underwear to the side placing his tongue at your entrance and moving it up your slit meeting your clit. You throw your head back in pleasure. already feeling your knees go weak at his touch. He locks his mouth on your clit swirling his tongue in circles while his inserting two fingers in you, you can feel the coldness of his rings against your hot pussy driving you crazy. Curling on his fingers hitting just the right spot as he plays with your clit in his mouth. He’s so good at this, no one has ever treat you like this, make you feel this way. You bite your bottom lip, trying hard not to let a moan slip through, but it feels so good its hard, you cant help but moan in pleasure

“dont hold them back baby” his voice echoes through you, vibrating against you “i wanna hear you” he keeps inserting his fingers in and out of you.

“my—parents are down stairs Eddie” you say quietly. Eddie doesnt care, his sucking on your clit making you moan even louder “Eddie, im— im coming, dont stop dont stop” he can feel you clench around his fingers, your legs starting to close. He holds them appart with both hands and continues to play with your clit with his tongue. Seconds later you reach your orgasm making you fall down onto your bed. Eddie cleans you up and goes to kiss you, you can taste yourself in his mouth and think its the hottest thing in the world. His bulge creating friction as he moves his hips agaisnt your sensitive spot. “let me taste you Ed” Eddie’s attention snaps out, he was caught off guard by your words, you lock your hand on his belt and pull him closer to you.

“maybe youre not as much of a good girl as i thought you were sweetheart” he says followed his a laugh, his little pet-names that he calls you give you chills through your body “do whatever you want to me im yours” he smiles and you feel like you could melt. he lays down and you sit on him with your legs resting on each side of his thighs. your hand tangled in his hair as you kiss him pulling it ever so slightly. Eddie thrusting his hips up at your touch. you pull his shirt over his head revealing his tattoos, you take a moment to appreciate how beautiful he is right now

You trail your fingers down his skin gently as you make your way down to his ripped jeans, undoing his handcuff belt. He moves his hips up helping you lowering his jeans. His dick springs out and your mouth waters at the sight of it, how big it was.

“like what you see dontcha?” Eddie says while bitting his bottom lip as he watches you take him in your mouth. A moan escaping from his lips as soon as he feels your mouth around him pleasuring him. You try to take all of him but hes too big, his cock touching the back of your throat gagging you, but you can tell he likes it by the way hes thrusting himself in your mouth. You place your hand on his dick and move it the same direction as your mouth, bringing his hand doen to your head guiding you pulling on your hair “fuck— if you keep going like that, i-i cant hold it! just fuck me already” you stop sucking him off and scooch closer to him and lick his lips while you look at him. You position yourself on top of him and raise your hips, he lines himself to tour entrance and you lower yourself onto him, hes so big that the feeling of the stretching draws a loud moan your lips. He watches you as you head falls in pleasure as you feel all of him in you, you place your hands on his chest supporting you to steady yourself

“fuck youre so big Munson” you moan under your breath. you’re close again but dont want it to stop “you feel so good”

“you do me real well baby, so well! fuck— you look so beautiful right now” your legs are getting weak, Eddie notices and starts thrusting his hips up helping you as you both reach close to climax “tell me youre on birth control, because i really dont wanna pull out of you! This pussy is way too good” he says grabbing onto your hips so hard you could could tell it was gonna leave a mark. you nod your head yes, you cant wrap your head around to say any words. Eddie places his thumb on your swollen clit, rubbing it around helping you reach your climax, as he feels you tighten around him he too reaches his. You can feel him release himself into you, a sensation like no other. You collapse on his chest, trying to catch your breath. he grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss so intense it knocks the air out of you again, teeth and tongue clashing against each other. Eddie smiles agaisnt your lips “totally not gonna pass this class if this is what your tutoring looks like”

You laugh and hit him on his chest “and who’s to blame” you say moving his hair from his face

“You sweetheart, with all the looks and lip bitting that you do at school. i’ve wondered for some time what would be like to fuck the hell of you” his hands grabbing onto your ass gripping it tightly “i could just tell you wanted to be fucked by the freak of hawkins high”

“Fuck Eddie you really leave me speechless……. i never saw you as a freak Eddie, i never agreed with thag title” you tell him in a serious tone “but— now that you do know what its like what do you-“ he cuts you off pulling you closer to him, he smiles and looks straight into your eyes

“Theres no grade adequate enough for what we just did baby” he whispers kissing you after.

#eddiemunson #eddiemunsonfanfic #strangerthings4 #eddiestrangerthings #eddiemunsonsmut #icannotbelievetheydidmymansowrong #justiceforeddiemunson #josephquinn #eddiemunsonimagines #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #hellfire club #stranger things s4 #hellfire #stranger things eddie munson

[pepperstories]

IKEA Furniture | Joseph Quinn

Warning: Just pure SMUT. No storyline. This was written on the way to work via my phone. Grammar and spelling will ultimately be atrocious. Inspired by Owen Gray porn. If you know, you know.

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Joe flits around the livingroom picking up empty coffee cups, scrapped plates and empty Pringle cans. Realising that he only had mere minutes until you arrive, he stuffs the dirty crockery into the sink.

A flushed sweat gathering on his brow as he realised how messy his apartment actually was. Three days of script reading, no contact with the outside World but just a mere text from you saying “I’ll be over in 30 minutes.”

This wasn’t a relationship. This was a stress release. Something to take his mind of demogorgon’s, firey flesh and angst endings. Your job wasn’t any easier. The fluttering of anxiety setting into your bones each morning as you woke up. You needed to scratch that itch.

Dressed simply in a pair of skinny blue jeans, a crisp light linen shirt and simply white converses, you didn’t have to stand on show for this man. Clothes never mattered.

Smoothing his curled hair in the mirror, he heard the small chap at his apartment door. Taking a deep breath, he opened it wide to see you rocking on your heels. An air of anxiety and suspense as you rocked past him without even a hello.

No words had to be said during this arrangement. It was pure and simply fucking. No underwear between you both, you toed each of your converse off, kicking them underneath the table and stripped the skinny jeans from your legs. The air shift behind you as Joe done the same.

You take in the slight smell of sweat and mildew as you spin on your heels and plant yourself against the edge of the dining table.

“Work was shit. The weather is shit. I haven’t read any good books lately and I’m horny as fuck.” Is all you said. Although you both knew the rules and small talk was out of the question, to fill the tense atmosphere, you laid out the bullet points of the weeks happenings.

“I’ve read my full script, front to back, three times. Ordered Chinese three nights in a row and I am also horny as fuck.” He reached you as he finished his sentence, taking your cheeks in his hands to plant an almost open mouthed despite kiss on your lips. You gladly accepted.

The wall of his body forced your legs around his waist as you backed yourself onto the small white table. The scrape of your skin against the harshness of the wood caused a slight squeak to echo the room but neither of you paid mind to it.

Harsh biting kisses were placed on your neck and just below your ear as your hand worked his cock quick time until it stood straight and hard between you both. His corse yet neatly trimmed pubic hair brushing against your hand each time you gave him a broad thick stroke.

You didn’t need any sort of help. The thought of fucking him on the drive over was enough to soak the harsh stitched lining of your jeans. Looking you square in the eyes, he brought the hand that was resting on your hip to his face. Licking an obscene thick line of saliva from palm to finger tip as he rushed it between your legs.

You had spoke about porn plenty of times in the confines of both yours and his flat. No embarrassment when it came to informing him what you liked and why you liked it. His obvious mental note taking paying off as he pushed both his middle and ring finger through your cunt to push inside with a slight hiss from both of you. Curling his fingers up and almost dragging you off the table with his fast tugging fingers.

Nose to nose, forehead to forehead, you gripped the table for support and he held your throat lightly and beckoned your orgasm literally in your pussy. Fast and hard as he heard the squelch and click of your g-spot expanding. You watched him grit his teeth and fiercely shake his head at the obscene sound and feeling of your cum covering his hand and wrist.

You made no noise. You couldn’t. There was no sultry moans. There was no Angel sigh of his name. You had to breath through your nose at the sensation of your body hurtling towards a squirt. He learned this for you.

Watching your face redden and your breath quicken, he tightened the grip on your throat just ever so slightly. Your breath catching as your eyes widened.

“I need you to fucking cum.” His voice was strained from his efforts. His wrist was cramping and his fingers were pruning. Although you were squirting, you hadn’t actually cum. He was waiting for his favourite sign.

A couple of more tugs and a quick release and tighten around your throat, he watched your leg raise higher and wider and the shake of your thigh telling him that you were there. As your eyes rolled into the back of your head, he grips your jaw, squeezing the hollow of your cheeks until your mouth opens and spits into your mouth and watches you swallow back as you cum hard and wet around his fingers. The shaking of your thigh causing the table to rattle against his laminate flooring.

He pulled out harshly, no longer giving you any leverage and watches you fall back against the table. Shaking legs and pulsing cunt in front of him, he growled as he pumped his own length with the hand he had in your cunt seconds before. You were in no state to help as you twitch and moan on his IKEA bought starter furniture. The rumpled linen shirt was askew as he noticed you had missed buttons. Too eager to get in the car on the way for a much needed fucking.

Through the open slats, he noticed that bra you always favour. A nude mesh covered in dainty daisies and read roses that just hid your nipples. Leaning over, he pulls the shirt apart and looks down on the rise and fall of your chest as you ride the rest of your orgasm. Pulling both cups down, he pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers. Slowly trying to ease you out of the almost drunken orgasmic haze you were in.

Done with the formalities, he flattens his hands against your tits and drags his palms down your stomach. Coming to stand in between your twitching legs as your cunt hangs perfectly off the edge and just high enough for him to push in. Slapping both thighs with a stinging ring, you jolt your body off the table. Looking up in time for him to spit in your swollen clit and massage down to your contracting cunt.

The face you grew accustomed to when he was concentrating was right there in front of you. His tongue between his lips, his eyebrows furrowed as he pumped the taunt skin of his foreskin back and pushes into you. Your head dipping back at the stretch and the lip pulled tight between his teeth was enough to make you cum again.

Gruelling. Gruelling was the pace he set. Holding both ankles away from your bodies, he thrust hard, straight and direct into your cunt. The beads of sweat tangled into the soft curls of his happy trail and pubes. You had no idea what to do with your hands but lace them down into your own trimmed and shaped pubic hair. Pulling and rubbing quickly at your clit as he kept throwing his head back and biting at your ankle to stop from moaning out.

It was a sensation like no other. He wished he could bottle the sensation for grey, full days on set. Tugging at his cock in the confines of his trailer late at night when you would send him voice notes of your squirting cunt. Or the mirror view of your wet fingers tracing over your nipples after your sometimes 2 hour long phone sex sessions. No faces. No distinguishing features. But with you right in front of him, he lost all sense of sadness.

“I’m gonna cum, Joe.” Was all you said. It was breathy and desperate sounding. You were gritting moans through your teeth. You were holding your thighs, holding the table and pushing back on his wet cock. You lost meaning of the word pleasure. It was pornographic.

Pushing your fingers out the way and allowing you to hold your own thighs, he pushes his fingers back into your clit again. Waving his hand side to side and pounding the rest of his cock into your cervix. Each hard thrust bringing the table closer and closer to the small kitchenette in the apartment. Shuffling his feet each time you moved further back.

With a quick pinch of your clit, he watched you strain and turn red as you held your breath and nodded with each thrust. He could feel you cum around him and he rolled his eyes into the back of his head. The curtains of your hair bouncing in time with his thrusts. Your tits a perfect round as it was held in the underwire of your favourite bra. And just like that, you let your breath go in an exasperated gasp. Moaning and twitching around his cock. The slight puddle of your cum leaking and dripping onto his lounge socks that he hadn’t time to take off.

He was on the home stretch. Pushing your knees up to your chest, he flattens his torso against them. Bringing a shaking, sweaty palm to your neck again and riding you through that second wave. Growling started low in his throat and came out in sharp grunts as he felt his cock twitch and strain inside of you. With three firm, bruising snaps of his hips, he shouts his release into your collarbone. Feeling your moans die under his palm as you feel his cum strike your cervix. Weeks of pent up releases in one has you cumming again.

Unable to stop from shaking, your hips raising from the table as your shake his cock free from your body. All he can do is watch you, a light pressure applied to your throat and a squeeze to your thigh to encourage you through the rest of your episode.

“You’re okay. Take a breathe.” Was all he said as he stroked the hair away from your sweaty, red face. You were surprised when it happened, but all you could do was laugh. Tears and hysterical laughter erupting from your dry lips. You pulled your hands up to rest around his wrist that was still around your throat and laughed out your tears.

He saw this before. You were so overly sensitive that it was bubbling over in the form of fat tears and hysterical laughter. He just grinned through it and stroked your sternum.

“Fuck. Why did we wait so long to do that?” You breathed through your tears watching him stand back slightly to pull you up. You sat on the very edge of the table as he hugged you to his chest. The only formality that was agreeable. Aftercare.

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[ang3lfacexo]

just something of eddie, y'know... munson ;)

warnings: pervy!eddie, pouty!reader, oral (f reciving), body worshipping,

creds: @obsessioniconscons

no matter what, no matter what eddie could be doing he would stop the second you needed him. fixing his van? fuck, suddenly he can do it tomorrow. learning a new song for that beautiful guitar of his? ehh, how 'bout tomorrow. you were his time, his lively hood and he would do anything to make his baby happy.

just like now, bacon grease popping from the pan as the meats burns under the flame. eddie grunts against your cunt at the frustration of trying to eat his pretty girl out and make her some breakfast so the beautiful thing wouldn't starve! he gives your clit a messy kiss as he rushes to pull the bacon pieces out and lay them across some paper towel.

you whine pouting oh, so sadly and eddie flicks the stove off. and then he's suddenly there at your disposal tongue dragging and flicking against your gushy, sticky cunt.

you giggle, hands digging into his messy fringe of curls as you drag his mouth closer. he squeezes at your thighs, lips pulling away from your cunt with a soft 'pop'.

you gasp as he grins. "look how messy she is baby. oh poor, pussy, baby, she loves me. pretty girl..." he's rambling against your clit, tongue swirling and teeth nibbling as he gets drunk off your pussy.

you shiver, skin pinching around your taut nipples as his fingertips brush around the rim of your puckered hole. "eddie..." you whisper voice shaky, and tears threaten to pour as he brushes and teases your hole.

he laughs before his middle finger is deep in your pussy, lips suckling at your clit as he smiles dangerously. you keen, eyes rolling into the back of your skull in shrill awe.

"c'mon, girl." he mumbles messily, finger rolling and pressing into that sweet, spongey spot inside you. "i want you to cum."

you whimper at the bluntness in his words, thighs tightening around his head. you cry out, tears pricking your sweet eyes as your orgasm draws tight in your lower belly, a second of his thick fingers filling you.

"e-eddie." you heave out in such a whiny way his balls draw tight in his own release.

dear god, eddie thinks. dear god don't let me cum before my dick is even outta my pants.

you whisper his name on a rushed tongue, lips pouting and he watches at you tuck your bottom lip under your teeth, back arching as your clit jumps under his flicking tongue.

"c'mon, baby love. get me all messy, angel." he presses his fingers deeper, grinning as your belly spasms, thighs drawing him in tighter and tighter... "cum on daddy's tongue, baby."

and that's when your fall. your thighs suffocate eddie as your knees press together, toes curling, and he watches as your spine draws tight and your back bows of his bed. you tug on his supple, shiny curls as your jaw drops in a silent moan, face scrunched.

and then you relax, legs limp and now laying against his big, broad shoulders, your breasts heaving and nipples perked up high for him to see. your clit pulses against his tongue as he french kisses your cunt messily, spit pooling on your pussy.

and eddie loves it. he loves how messy your pussy got when he's got his tongue on you.

or maybe, maybe i'm just high asf...

creds: @animatedglittergraphics-n-morehics-n-more ;)

#eddiemunson #eddiemunsonsmut #eddie stranger things #strangerthings #eddiemunson one shot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff

[butterflybrains]

On The Table - Eddie Munson Smut

a/n: this is my first published work on tumblr and my first eddie fic and i am oh so proud of it!! thank you all soooo much for the notes on this<3!!

warnings: fingering, oral sex (female and male reciving), p in v sex

word count: 3.3k

summary: eddie finally meets his hallway crush in detention and invites her to a hellfire meeting

‘Oh jesus christ’, Quinn thought when she glanced up over the top of her book to see none other than the very loud, and very obnoxious Eddie Munson strolling into the detention room. He was the complete and total opposite of her and Quinn didn’t think she’d exactly enjoy his company but of course Eddie chose the empty seat right next to her. 

Quinn shifted her body, facing away from the wavy haired boy and focusing back onto the pages she had open in front of her face. She was currently reading ‘Wuthering Heights’ for her english class and it wasn’t too bad of a read, Quinn almost sort of cared for the book but she was having trouble finding her appreciation due to Eddie’s incessant whispering. He had been asking her about what she had done to end up in detention, what her name was, what she was reading, how she looked like someone who liked to read. He hadn’t stopped since he’d sat down and Quinn was about to drive a number two pencil through his heart.

“If it’s that important to you, Munson, my name is Quinn and I'm in here because I got caught smoking a cig, now if it isn’t any inconvenience to you I'm gonna go back to reading Wuthering Heights. Thanks,” she flashed him a sarcastic smile before turning back to crack open her yellowing pages once more. 

“Well Quinn it sounds like I'm just the guy for you, I've got plenty of herb whenever you need it,” he continued to whisper at the blonde. 

“You know, I think I'm just fine but if I feel like frying my brain at a different time, I'll be sure to call you,” Quinn quipped, bringing a smile to Eddie’s face. He was already tearing off a piece of paper from his notebook and scribbling down his digits. 

Quinn almost flicked it right off her desk when he slid it over, just so he would leave her alone and she could read her book in peace but the way he looked at her stopped Quinn from doing so. Eddie definitely was annoying but Quinn thought maybe they could be friends somehow eventually. But not today.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the detention hour Quinn jumped right up, tucking Eddie’s number into her book and rushing out of the room. 

“Man, ya know, you walk kind of fast for someone who’s so short,” Quinn turned around to see Eddie right behind her as she was walking out the front of the school. 

“Ya know, you’re kind of annoying,” Quinn says back, keeping up her brisk pace. 

“Ah, yeah. I’ve got that one before, doesn’t stop the sting in my heart though,” Eddie says, clutching his chest. 

Quinn had to look away from him to avoid letting him see her giggling, turning her head to the side and doing a very terrible fake cough. 

“Not so annoying now am I?” Eddie says, popping up out of nowhere on Quinn's other side. Her cheeks flushed red and it felt like she lost her breath for a brief second when she realized he’d seen her laugh. 

“You only got me once, Munson, try harder next time,” Quinn retorted back, opening up the driver's side door of her car. 

“Next time?” He questioned, giving Quinn a hopeful look. “I wouldn’t count on there being one, i’m more of a hermit crab,” Quinn shrugged, “Ya know like, ew people get away from me oh no mom please don’t make me leave my cave ahhh,” She explained it a high pitched voice, waving her hands around to demonstrate her words. Eddie let out a quiet chuckle, watching as Quinn finally started talking to him. 

Eddie had been seeing Quinn walking around campus for some time now and every time he tried to approach her, she always seemed to just disappear into the crowd before he could reach her. He was sure Quinn’s allusiveness added to what appealed about her to Eddie, he’d been stuck on the thought of her for months now and he had just learned her name that day. No other girl could hold his attention for that long without even knowing who she is but something about Quinn felt right to Eddie, he didn’t have to know her. 

“Before you go, you should come to my hellfire meeting tonight, we play dungeons and dragons, it's super hard core,” Eddie invited. He observed Quinn’s face while he waited for her answer. He knew the odds weren’t great, especially considering what she had just told him but Eddie had to try, it would drive him insane the rest of the week if he didn’t take this opportunity.

“Didn’t I just say that I hate people?” Quinn asked.

“Yeah, but we’re cool and dnd is fun, it’s not like we’re taking ecstasy and raging all night, although if you asked me to that, I definitely wouldn’t say no,” Eddie smiled but his pearly whites were quickly covered when Quinn squinted at him. 

“Fine, I'll go, but I'm not playing. And if you try to make me wear some wizards hat or hold a fairy wand, I will leave,” Quinn agreed, telling Eddie her conditions. 

He was ecstatic when she accepted, immediately giving her all the details and then finally letting her depart. 

Eddie spent the rest of the afternoon reeling about Quinn. What was she going to wear? What was she going to say to him? How would the rest of the club feel about his new found sweetheart? What if Quinn left in the middle of the game? He couldn’t stop asking himself question after question, psyching himself out, and it definitely didn’t help that the clock was ticking by excruciatingly slow the entire afternoon, but as soon as 4:30 came Eddie was sprinting out the door of his mobile home and speeding off in his van towards the school. 

Quinn’s car was already in the parking lot when he got there and it made Eddie’s heart race when he realized it was empty and she was probably already inside. He’d gathered his things for the game off the floor in front of the passenger seat and took off inside, heading down the long halls to one of the unoccupied classrooms they used for all their meetings.

When he rounded the corner and walked through the doorway, Quinn was already inside, sitting down on the dusty green armchair in the corner with her book in her hands.

“Wow, Quinn, you’re very eager for some wizard hats and fairy wands, huh?” Eddie smiled at her, hoping she’d be a little more chipper than when they first met.

“Oh no, Munson, I was just catching up on all the reading I was having trouble with since you’re so talkative. I’m just here to watch you make a fool of yourself playing a kids game,” Quinn smiled back, crossing her legs. 

“Well prepared to have your mind blown watching us,” Eddie replied back, laying out everything on the table. The rest of the club would be here any moment now and he didn’t want to leave too much time available for them to bother Quinn. 

When they did come in though Eddie was relieved that she was much nicer to them and almost even sort of seemed to be almost enjoying Dustin’s chit chat. He wondered why she was so much nicer to them off the bat, Eddie hadn’t gotten that same treatment. Probably because none of them whispered about nothing to her for a solid thirty minutes, but it was fine because she was still here and she was still about to watch him do what he did best. 

Quinn was really surprised at how much she ended up liking the Hellfire club. It definitely wasn’t something she was rushing to join but she wouldn’t mind observing another meeting. All of Eddie’s friends were nice and she didn’t quite detest them like everyone else. It was even sort of hot to watch Eddie play, despite what she had told him earlier. Nothing in particular he did made it hot, Eddie was just sexy to Quinn but she wouldn’t even admit that to herself. 

“Goodbye boys, i’ll see you all again next week,” Quinn watched as Eddie directed the guys out of the room, waving at each of them as they walked out the door which he shut behind himself when the last member left. Quinn felt her stomach flip when he turned and looked at her, a strange feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. 

“Wanna take a look at the board?” he asks her, motioning towards the table. He sat back down in a new spot, patting the folding chair next to him so Quinn would come sit. 

She got up from her current chair and made her way over, sitting down next to Eddie who pulled her chair closer. She let out a surprised laugh and directed her attention to the elaborate board laid out on the table in front of her. It was pretty cool to see it all up close after listening to everyone freak out over it for two hours. 

“It would’ve been way more fun if you had joined in, I think you could’ve helped them win tonight,” Eddie joked, causing Quinn to roll her eyes at his words. “Riiight, of course I would’ve,” She laughs. 

“Serious, you’d be the hottest, most badass fairy, and you’d have a sick ass wand!” Eddie claimed, again resulting in another eyeroll.

“The hottest?” Quinn questioned, looking up at Eddie. 

“Obviously.”

Quinn didn’t have anything to say back, he was making her nervous and she hadn’t felt this way about anyone ever, not to mention she had just met him officially for the very first time less than ten hours ago. 

Eddie continued to tell her all about how the board works, and explained who all the little figurines are. He got so excited about everything that Quinn had to tell him to slow down a few times because she couldn’t keep up with all the information he was spitting out. 

“Any questions?” He asked her proudly once all his rambling was over.

“Do you have an off switch?” She asks back, fully turning herself in her chair to face Eddie, who was reaching down and caressing her knee as they spoke. Her skin felt like it was burning up and Quinn could barely listen to the cheesy lines Eddie was currently trying to use on her. 

“You know for such a tough guy, I wasn’t expecting you to be so bad at flirting,” Quinn spit out, trying to deflect the flirting, still she looked up to meet Eddie’s eyes. They were soft looking, and at that moment she could’ve sworn they were the most gorgeous shade of brown she’d ever seen. 

“Hey, Quinn,” Eddie said slowly, making sure not to break eye contact with the girl sitting in front of him.

“Yeah?” Quinn asked, just slightly confused. Why was he trying to get her attention again if he already had it hours ago? But Quinn didn’t have to wonder very long because Eddie was now pushing her hair behind her ear and leaning in so he could whisper into it.

“Can I kiss you?” The words sent a sharp shiver down Quinn’s spine and made fireworks go off in the pit of her belly. The girl hesitated for a moment before deciding to grab his shoulder and pull him in.

Once their lips were locked it was like everything fell into place, and they couldn’t possibly get enough of each other. Suddenly, Quinn was straddling Eddie’s lap, both their hands tangled up in each other's hair and roaming around torsos. Quinn couldn't get enough of him and she found herself tugging at Eddie’s jacket and pushing up his shirt. 

“I wanna fuck you on the table,” The words fell out of Eddie’s mouth inbetween sloppy kisses and through very heavy breaths. She’d never gone this far with anyone so quickly but this time Quinn wasn’t hesitating, she quickly jumped up and started taking off her own clothes, removing her light denim jeans and tossing her top to the side. 

Eddie lifted her up and onto the table with ease, wasting no time once they were both undressed. Their kisses felt even more intense now, they kept trying to pull each other closer even though their skin was burning against each other. 

Quinn reached down to palm Eddie’s dick through his boxers, to which he responded with a delighted sigh into her mouth before pulling his lips away and putting them to work on Quinn’s neck. He sucked and nipped at it until a small pink mark was left behind and then began kissing down her neck, slowly lowering himself down until Eddie was on his knees in front of the girl, pushing her panties to the side.

Quinn was a little taken back by Eddie’s eagerness, most of the guys she had hooked up with before would just skip over this part and complain if Quinn asked for any foreplay besides doing a really bad job at rubbing her vagina through her panties. But not Eddie. He ate until his hunger was satisfied.

Quinn watched as he looked up at her, slowly moving his tongue up and down at her entrance. His mouth was warm against her skin, and when he finally dove right in, it made Quinn’s legs tremble. He knew the exact spot to suck at and Quinn found herself letting out a slew of swears between heavy moans. 

“You’re not too bad at this, Munson,” she teased, pushing herself into him. She could feel Eddie smile against her, his eyes flying up to make eye contact with her again. It was then he reached up, bringing his index and middle fingers to Quinn’s mouth, having her suck on them before slipping them right into her. 

“Oh, fuck you,” Quinn said, her lungs pinching together everytime his fingers hit inside of her. It wasn’t much longer until she was clenching her legs around Eddie’s head, crying out that she was finishing, but he didn’t stop there. Eddie pulled away from Quinn, allowing her a moment of relief as he stood up. He kissed her again, this time gripping her neck in his left hand and using his right to slip his fingers into her once more. 

Quinn was squirming at the feeling, and Eddie loved the look of desperation in her eyes while he made her look at him. 

“You love this don’t you?” He asked her, a smug smile stretching across his lips as she nodded her head vigorously and hummed an “mmhmm,”.

“You’re gonna make me cum again, oh my god,” Quinn groaned. 

“So do it for me then, sweetheart,” Eddie commanded. 

And with that Quinn was once again a moaning mess, turning into puddy in Eddie’s hands as her legs shook. 

“Good girl,” He smirked, removing his fingers and putting them in his own mouth this time, sucking all her juices off as Quinn watched. 

Her breathing was still unsteady, and her hands shook when she reached back to unclasp her bra, tossing it into the same pile her other clothes were laying in. She rubbed her breasts lightly, thankful for the relief of finally getting that thing off after wearing it all day. 

“Oh no, let me handle that, thank you,” Eddie said happily, pushing Quinn’s hands out of the way and cupping her breasts gently, a thumb on each nipple. He rubbed at her slowly, their lips clasped together once more. 

Quinn started to whine at Eddie, whatever he was doing to her nipples was driving her crazy and she couldn’t take it anymore, but she was pretty sure he liked seeing her like this. 

“C’mon,” She said lowly, pulling on the waistband of his underwear which were quickly pushed down to his ankles and kicked off to the side. Quinn grasped his member, rubbing up and down, circling her thumb over the tip. She scooted herself to the edge of the table, lining him up at her entrance before pulling away and looking up into those brown eyes. 

She wanted to feel him put every inch inside her. It made her toes curls when he began to slide into her, one hand on her hip and the other holding up one of Quinn’s legs. He gave her a few slow strokes before the first thrust, and as he set the pace he watched Quinn’s eye roll back. 

No one had ever made Quinn feel as good as Eddie was. As he continually thrust into her, hitting just the right spot, it felt like her brain might actually begin to fry right inside her head, it was so good. He was using his grip on her to pull Quinn in each time his hips moved and eventually Quinn started grinding against him all on her own, causing friction against her clit. 

Quinn tried to use words to express her feelings but all she could muster to get out were a few small squeaks in between moans. 

She could feel the pit growing in her stomach again, and her hands tangled into Eddie’s hair, pulling as he pushed her over the edge. 

“Oh, fuck,” She sighed, her cheek pressed up against Eddie’s. 

“You look so pretty when you cum,” he complimented, kissing her forehead before pulling her down off the table and turning her around. 

Eddie bent Quinn over the table, lifting her right leg up so it was now resting on the table with her torso. He slipped back into her with ease, reaching forward and grabbing the back of Quinn’s head by the hair as he slammed her. 

The sounds of their skin slapping together and their moans filled the air. Thank god it was the middle of the night because there was no way they could’ve pulled this off during the day, not with how loudly Eddie was having Quinn shout his name. 

“Eddie, please! It’s too much, I can’t take it anymore,” the girl was at this point putting her hand behind her, pushing against Eddie’s stomach to stop him from thrusting with tears pricking at her eyes. 

He granted her wish and pulled out slowly, watching how her left leg holding her up was trembling and her right hand was white knuckle gripping the side of the table. 

He let her stand up and turn to face him. Her face was flushed pink and her eyes were watering and Eddie never thought anyone could be more beautiful. 

 “Can you get on your knees for me, pretty girl?” Eddie asked Quinn who smiled and got right down. She grasped his dick at the base and slowly moved her hand up and down as she spit, wetting the whole thing. She took the tip in her mouth, looking up at Eddie just in time to see him shut his eyes in pleasure. Quinn moved her mouth down slowly, still using her left hand to work at him. It eventually became an entire motion, her mouth and hand moving at the same time. 

“It ain’t gonna take much more of that, Quinny,” Eddie would never admit it, but Quinn had him spitting out high pitched moans like a woman, she was a demon. 

His hands were cupping the back of her head, trying his best not to pull too hard on her hair. 

“Yup, that’s it,” That’s the last thing Quinn heard from Eddie before he finished, twitching in her mouth as the goosebumps rose on his skin. 

Once all was done, Quinn slowly stood up, her legs were comparable to jello in that moment, but Eddie held her up with an arm around her waist. They spent a second just smiling at one another, taking it what just happened. Quinn hadn’t expected that Eddie would’ve made her fold so easily, and so quickly.

“Ya know what, Munson, I think i like you,” 

“I think I like you waaaaaay more, Quinn.”

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a deaf tone: Eddie Munson x reader

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you softly moaned in his ear as you tugged on his black messy hair

he didnt hate it, or mind it

you were supposed to be cheer leading with your friends, cheering on your friends on the basketball court, but instead you were being fucked by eddie munson in the mens bathroom farthest away from the schools gym

both your hands were in his messy hair, his length was buried deep inside you, the cold wall pressed along your heated back, but thats what made it hotter. his left hand was attached to your hip, his rings leaving indents on your soft skin. as his right hand was pressed on the cold wall behind you, his mouth kissing your soft spots along your neck that made you tingle even more.

all you wanted was to get away for a second, all you wanted was to get fresh air, you wanted an escape from reality but this was better, this is what you wanted since forever

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the school gym began to get hotter and louder, your head pounded as did your chest. you couldnt handle the pressure so instead you asked your coach if you could just sit out for the remanding of the game, and she agreed. you hurried to the front doors,  you needed the cold and fresh air immediately.

the night air finally touched you, the cold tinted wind pressed along your sweaty face and body. your cheerleading skirt swayed with the fresh wind, you took a deep breath and took in in the surroundings around you, your nose filled with the smell of weed, so your eyes wondered to find where it was coming from, you wanted to walk away but you were curious as it was. finally finding a tall figure in the darkness on your right. the figure was back pressed along a wall smoking a joint. your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you noticed it was

eddie munson.

he was the freak of hawkins high, a drug dealer, a bad boy. the kind of boy that every nice girl falls for in the movies

your chest weighed a little bit, but your nerves got the best of you. you approached him slowly and shyly. your fingers fidgeted with eachother

"can i?" you lent out your hand in a way asking for the joint, your eyes stayed on him as he shifted his attention at you, finally taking a moment to process.

"miss y/l/n," he smugly smiled as he looked away from you and to his joint then back at you "asking me for a hit?"

you nodded your head slightly yet slowly, your attention still on the joint he was smoking. you bit your full lower lip and looked at him.

"i didnt think you were into this shit." he inhaled the smoke, his voice trailed along the back of his throat, after he inhaled he lent you the joint, in a calming and gentle way, and blew the smoke away from your face

and of course you were not into smoking weed, but if it can calm down your anxiety and make you feel just a little better, hell youd try it.

Your hands were shaking a little when you took the joint from him, placing it between your lips only to inhale it deeply, causing you to cough.

he started to slowly laugh in front of you, turning his attention away and back. "this your first time?"

you ignored him, you hummed and wanted to try it again, instead he took it away from your trembling hands

"You're clearly not here to smoke. What are you doing here? Looking for something or..?" he sounded like he was concerned but you didn't want concern or pity. His confused eyes were set on you, taking another pull from his joint and making sure to blow the smoke away from you again.

your chest grew a little faint, your tried setting your attention on something else but him but you couldnt, his nice long hair, his brown eyes, his lips.... his... you shook your head slowly to unzone out.

"an escape."

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and this man can give you the escape you needed, he can even give it to you so hard, following every way he kissed you, touched you..inside and out, with every thrust he gave.

you werent even that high but you felt so out of your mind, your insides felt more tingled and mushy, and eddie knew exactly how to please you along with those feelings, he kissed your neck, his head by your shoulder. you felt his hair glaze along your neck and shoulder which made you even tingle inside more, and he knew you liked it by hearing your soft moans echo through the bathroom.

he looked at you, acting like he was looking for something while you were already lost. you both went in for a heated kiss. both your soft lips grazed upon eachother, your tongues met and you felt like you were floating.

he pulled out of the kiss and looked at you lustfully, "fuck, never thought you would feel so damn good." he smirked as you dove back in the kiss, you both smiled as you kissed eachother, and then you both started going at it again, but this time he finally found the spot that set you off the most, causing you to jerk your head on his shoulder and claw his naked back. your screams came even louder this time. so he made sure he kept hitting that spot.

your moans were covered by the sound of intense cheering on in the gym, so you werent even afraid of getting caught

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this entire situation was messy and unorganized, you were still in your cheerleading outfit, your skirt was still on aswell, his pants and boxers were down along his waist, and his shirt was on the bathroom counter next to a sink, he had your legs high enough to get inside you, he just only pushed your panties aside because he was so hungry for you as you were for him

you had a slow feeling of shame in your stomach, you felt dirty and gross but that didnt even come close to how you felt with him, how he was outweighting all of your feelings all at once just by being near you.

you didnt even think about the game, once you entered the bathroom you totally forgot about it, you were so lost in his eyes, his lust, and this feeling. you had to follow him in the bathroom, you were always attracted to him, and the universe was giving you a chance so you took it.

youve never felt this way before, you have had many other boyfriends but this was different, eddie knew how to please you, he knew where every single button was, he knew from the start ever since you and him went in that bathroom.

maybe it was the hot sweaty breathing along your neck, maybe it was his long hair, or his silver rings on each finger. but something about him made this so much more exciting than any other time you had with any one else

"eddie, i" you softly moaned, he knew exactly what you were trying to say and he automatically obeyed, he hit that one sweet spot he found of yours a few last times making you and him arrive at the same time. his rings on his hands left you a few bruises along your waist and hips but you loved it, his length was still inside you, you both needed a full grasp of air. you felt him inside you and all through you, even with the condom he had in.

he pulled out of you and placed you on the counter, he tied the condom and threw it in the trash can. your thighs and your body still twitched, everything felt like a dream and you hoped it wasnt, your breathing became normal again but you were still very sweaty, and out of it. every limb tingled and twitched, you felt so weak and didnt think you could walk after this

"you okay?" he turned to you, putting his shirt back on and his pants aswell.

"yeah." you huffed, you were out of this world, you felt so high in the clouds and your body didnt feel like yours. it felt like his. but you didnt want to say anything great about it to him, you didnt want him to tell anyone, you dont want him to know anything, but you still want him to know everything about you, even though he already knew enough to make you scream his name

he looked up at the clock that was inside the bathroom, he turned to you.

it was very hard to stand, and he could tell definitely, he lended you a hand, a gentleman hand. instead of making you walk it off, he held you till you could stand on your two feet once again. you leaned on his side, for extra support.

you both made it to the doors, he peeked his head out first, and closed the door as he unpeeked his head, his attention went back in you and your weak legs, you tried standing up by yourself but it was hard.

"coast is clear." he said looking at you, licking the inside of his bottom lip.

your head was clouded and but atleast it didnt hurt anymore, he knew and quickly understood that you couldnt be seen with him, even though you both just hardcore fucked in the bathroom. he knew that your reputation would be ruined, not only for being a cheerleader with the schools freak but also for being a girl. but youd still fuck him again even if it was risky like this again.

you both walked out of the sketchy hallway no one ever went down, unless it was to get fucked or get fucked up.

you and him arrived near the end of the hallway, he licked his lips as he was about to head out. you wanted to say something but didnt know what to say, so you both stared at eachother awkwardly

"later." he got his thumb and wiped his lips. he walked out of the front doors and didnt look back, not even at you.

you wanted to go after him but you stopped yourself as you heard the intense cheering and booing coming from the gym, the clock hit the buzz and the game was over, and so was the intense moment you just had with eddie munson

my book is on my page posting chapter 2 today <3

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[bettyfrommars]

Breaking the Curse

a Gargoyle Eddie story

Words: 792

This is a short smut blurb inspired by a conversation I had with @2clones-1kamino about needing some balrog/demon/gargoyle Eddie, and of course I have to make it so he's in love.

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It started out innocently enough. There was no way you could’ve known about the curse.

There was no way you could’ve known that the huge, 7ft stone gargoyle statue in your aunt's garden had once been a living, breathing man.

You used to visit every summer as a kid. You painted watercolor pictures of him and introduced him to your friends. You called him Goyle. He was your Goyle, and you truly believed that he looked out for you, even though he was just an inanimate statue at the time.

The years rolled on, as they do, and soon enough, you were an adult. You spent years away, having your own adventures, and making a life for yourself. Slowly but surely, you forgot about Goyle, until one summer, your aunt passed away, and you returned to pay your respects.

In the past few years away from the gargoyle, your life had taken a horrible turn. You’d lost several jobs and a relationship, and now your beloved aunt had died mysteriously. After the funeral, while still in mourning, you found your way out to the garden after nightfall, coming up behind his dark stone body hunched on a pedestal just beyond the archway hedge, near the rose bushes. The curve of his bare ass, long spade tail curled around his hip, and chiseled wings pulled down tight against his body, his big head arching down, as if in shame or penance.

You let your fingertips drag along his hip as you passed; the full moon was the only light you needed because you knew Goyle by heart. You knew that demon face with the handsome snout, full lips, two horns curled flat against his head, and wide-set eyes; he was carved from stone, but yet his expression always seemed to change for you. Tonight, you could tell he was hungry.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you,” you cooed, slightly buzzed on spirits, as you got on your toes to take his face in your hands and kiss his snarl of a mouth.

That was when two, big, flesh hands cupped your face in return, claws digging into your head softly, and your lips melted against his with unbridled eagerness. His tongue slipped out long enough to swipe the back of your throat; it tickled, and you pulled back to see that his eyes were a warm brown, and dark hair grew down along his demon face, making him half human.

You barely had time to whimper before you heard the stone crack as he jumped down from the pedestal with a swoop of his wings and a thud—the ground shook--- and then he took you into his arms. You clung to the rock-hard muscles of his back until he stretched you out on the grass so he could rut you with his face; smelling, licking, grunting, from your neck to your aching pussy that was now showing signs of your arousal.

You didn’t speak his ancient language, but just as his snarling mouth made claim to your swollen slit, he said, “need to taste you,” and “you’re mine,” before fucking you with his forked lizard tongue.

You grabbed onto his horns as his massive shoulders spread your legs wide, and the claws dug in, lifting your hips up so he could lick your slit front to back, making you shiver and cum; he was hungry to taste every inch of the woman he loved. The centuries he'd spent waiting for you had been long and lonely.

Mounting you from above, his demon face inches from yours, he could only get the tip in an inch before you cried out, stiffening under him, and his curious eyes found yours as he went slow, stretching you out with purpose, desperately needing to plant his seed deep inside your womb.

Your hips rose up to meet him, moaning, eyes rolling back in your head. His long hair grazed your cheeks, your hand clinging to the muscles of his thick neck. He was mumbling words to you in that old language you’d never heard before, growling at you in a way that made you say, “fuck yesyesyes,” as you came again, twitching, pussy pulsing on the biggest cock you’d ever had before as it impaled you.

He was grunting words as he shot endless pulses of cum inside, thrusting base deep, filling you to the brim until it poured out. His dragon scale wings opened up and his head tossed back in a primal howl. You wrapped your legs around him at the end, planting sweet kisses on his face, and whispered things to each other, words of affection that neither one of you understood.

The next morning, after an evening of too much alcohol and grieving, you wondered if it has all been a dream.

But your cunt bore the residual tenderness and your inner thighs were still sticky with his spend. Your fingertips feathered along the claw marks on your bare hips as you gazed out over the garden with a confused smile.

The stone pedestal was empty, and your Goyle was gone.

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[somewherebetweendisorder]

Greek God

Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, oral, sexy sex times

A/N: Previously published on my old blog basicallybats. Title and lyrics from Conan Gray's "Greek God." I do not give permission to copy, repost, or use my work in any way. Thanks for reading!

Eddie hates storms. The clouds gathering over Hawkins have his heart rate picking up, nervous energy ticking through his fingers which tap an unsteady beat against the doorframe. He fumbles for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket, reaching blindly for his lighter, itching for something to soothe his nerves, contemplating heading over to your house. It's just a rainstorm, he doesn't want to appear pathetic, doesn't want you to think he's a loser for being unable to handle a little rain.

He flicks the lighter on, bringing it closer to the cigarette dangling haphazardly from his lips, eyes focused on the clouds that seem to get darker with each passing second. He hisses when he feels the flame lick at his finger, deciding yes, he's going to your house.

Smoke still hanging from his mouth he pulls the front door shut behind him, locking it before jogging down the steps and starting towards your house. Eddie curses the sky, the gathering storm on his left, the dying day to his right, mocking him with the last pretty shades of pink and blue. Walking faster, he hopes the rain holds out, wishes his van wasn't in the shop.

There's no warning drizzle, no introduction to the storm, the sky unleashes all at once, harsh fat raindrops pouring down, saturating the dry ground, soaking his clothes, his hair, blinding him. Eddie breathes deep, taking in the smell, earthy and something else, something heady almost pleasant despite his hatred towards the wet seeping out of the atmosphere.

Lightning flashes above, cutting the world into purple and white shards, illuminating the two-toned leaves, shadows catching on the wind whipped foliage the way light should be. The rain picks up, and Eddie wants to run, wants to be in the comfort of your warm house, sunny walls and fairy lights surrounding him like the scent of orchids, permanent to your room.

Thunder peels overhead, loud, echoing through the empty space, rattling his bones, confirming his decision to be next to you as soon as possible. When the door to your duplex is in sight Eddie sighs in relief, shoulders sagging as he staggers up the steps to your small porch which offers little security from the storm. Using his key, he lets himself in, toeing off his sopping Reeboks, scowling at the mud caked on his white sneakers, muttering to himself as he makes his way down the hall towards your room.

He hears you before he sees you, sweet voice intoxicating him, making the trek over more worth it than he expected, soothing his nerves.

"I don't really like how you never shut up, 'cause you got dirt on everyone." He pauses in your doorway, his eyes falling on your form naturally like you're all he was ever meant to see.

"And since you always swear that you wanted me gone, then why don't you go get your gun?"

You're pulling on your jacket, stepping into your shoes, hips swaying gently with the music, voice sweet, not quite hitting the notes, but striking something deep within him, awakening a desire to experience this scene for the rest of his life. You look up, shoulders jerking in surprise, breath catching interrupting your song. The shock quickly dissolves into relief as you rush him, arms wrapping tight around him, knocking the air out of his lungs in the best way.

"I was getting ready to come to you."

The admission falls from your lips with little grace, whispered like it's some great secret, but said clumsily like you're unsure it was the right thing to say.

The sentiment has his throat closing up, eyes squinting against the happy yellow ambiance of your space as he squeezes you tighter, nose burrowing into your pineapple scent-tinged hair.

"S'nice out. Thought I'd walk," Eddie manages, voice tight.

You pull back enough to look up at him, eyes giving away the sea of emotions swirling around inside of you. Pleased he's here, sorry you were too slow to make it to him before he had to come to you. "Oh, Eds."

Your sigh invades his head, pierces his lingering misery, shattering it, settling on his tongue like something sweet, treacly. He wants to taste it. You take his weight, arms slipping around his neck, fingers sliding into the damp waves at the base of his neck, lips parting beneath his. He wants more, likes the way you whimper into his mouth, likes the way the sound tastes.

"Eds, you're soaked. Get changed, yeah?"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

Your brows are lifted in a challenge, daring him to argue, to defy you. He knows he won't, you know he won't, but it's a fun game, all the same, testing the other's dominance. He likes when you bite.

"Fine. Fine, mind if I shower too?" He's already pulling away, missing the warmth of your skin against his chilled flesh, making his way to your dresser, tugging open his drawer, rings clinging softly against the handle.

"No, you know I don't."

You're straightening up your desk when he turns around, hair shiny beneath the little lights flickering around your room. He watches as you absentmindedly shove the loose strands back from your face, tying them up with the hair tie on your wrist, muscles in your arms flexing as you do.

"How will you survive while I'm gone?"

"I'm sure I'll manage." Your smile has him nodding, suddenly in a hurry to be done and back by your side.

"Alright, don't have too much fun without me."

The second the bathroom door closes, Eddie strips off his clothes, tossing them into a wet pile, wincing when they hit the tile with a squelch. You'd hate it, and he promises himself he'll make sure the bathroom is as neat as he found it.

Your water gets warmer than it does at his trailer, something he appreciates, takes advantage of when he stays over. The scalding water pounds down on his head, his back, easing away most of the stress but none of the tension. His stomach feels pinched, a warm heat blossoming in his gut, spreading outwards, making it impossible to focus on anything but the thought that you're down the hall waiting for him.

He reaches for his growing arousal, desperate, needy, wanting you, before fisting his hands on his hair. He's here, you're here. Is it wrong to assume he can have you? He doesn't want to assume. He chokes on the steam, clears his throat, turns the water off before he can second guess himself.

He gets halfway through toweling off the rivulets of water cascading down his body before giving up and pulling on clean boxers and sweatpants, moving on to harshly scrubbing the towel over his head. His eyes fall on the shirt still laying on the cold countertop, he doesn't want to put it on, doesn't want to miss an inch of your skin that may touch his. God, why is he like this?

Eddie moves to hang up the towel, gaze falling on a large hole at the hem, fingering the frayed strands, pulling until one grows impossibly long and snaps off.

"Shit, sorry,' he apologizes to no one in particular, feeling bad for causing further harm to your towel, rolling the string up into a tight ball before tossing it into the wastebasket. He steels himself, eyes shut so tight he can see colors bouncing around the blackness, and his eyes begin to ache.

He finds you standing on your desk chair, balancing on your tip toes, winding a strand of fake sunflowers around the fairy lights lining your window, the ratty old band tee you're wearing riding up, exposing the soft flesh of your stomach. His eyes follow the gentle curve, the silken flesh catching in the light, glowing with a pastel shine, an ethereal aura. Your shorts are short, the shortest he's ever seen you in he's sure, and the supple flesh of your thighs, your naked legs that never seem to end are dragging his thoughts further into the gutter.

"More flowers?"

His voice breaks your reverie, and you come down awkwardly on your heels. "It's not that many more," you mutter defensively.

"It looks like a forest threw up in here, baby girl."

You both look around, taking in the little mushroom shelves lining one of your walls, the moss on the mirror, the flowers wrapped carefully around your bedframe and window. "Well, I like it."

Your voice rings with finality, and Eddie likes it, likes seeing you needlessly defend your style, he likes it too, nearly as much as he likes to tease you. Truthfully, it's comforting, some odd sphere that you exist in outside of reality. Your arms come down to your sides, shirt falling back down, and he's closing the space, hands settling underneath the thin fabric, resting hotly, heavily on your waist.

You look down on him, wondering what's going on in that overly pretty head of his, hair still damp from his shower, skin pale and shiny, smelling faintly of your body wash. You can't help the smile that starts curling on your lips, faintly aware of the song you've had on repeat once again starting over. He notices too, you can see it in his eyes as he cocks his head to the side as though to hear it better.

"Again?"

"I like it. Gives me mad vibes."

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head, tugging you off the chair with ease that would impress you if you weren't hyperaware of the naked expanse of flesh he's pulling you into. He's warm, almost unbearably so, setting your skin on fire.

"Whatever you say. I like it better when you sing it."

Heat crawls up your neck, staining your cheeks the prettiest shade of pink Eddie has ever seen. His hands come up to bracket your neck, barren, rings left forgotten on your bathroom counter. His thumbs brush over your cheeks, enjoying the feel of your skin, soft underneath his calloused fingers, silky and warm. He kisses the gentle arch of your eyebrows, down your nose, hot breath fanning your face, leaving you dizzy. He smells like cigarettes and rain, and it has you wondering if it's really a good idea for him to be here like this, right now. As of yet, he hasn't had you how you want him to, something like fear and insecurity holding you back from whispering the words into his lips, the foolish questions lingering on your tongue, overly salty.

"Don't make fun of me," you finally manage, voice wavering with thinly veiled emotion.

"I'm not. I love your voice. It's too good to not hear. I always want-"

Your eyes widen at the implication his words are rushing towards, and he can see the wonder mounting behind the curiosity in your gaze. He stops, looks away, finds your face again in the nearly fictitiously perfect backdrop, flowers and lush green moss, painting you to be a fairy, a nymph, something too good to be true. Something too good for him.

"I always enjoy hearing you sing." The words fall short of their original meaning, having been edited to the point of misunderstanding, but you're sure you know what he was going to say. You let it go, pulling his lips down to yours, searching the dark little places in your soul, shadows and puddles, for your courage, sure that it must be hiding somewhere. His lips are questioning, hesitant, he's battling some demon you can't quite see, and it has your heart aching, making it harder to ask, to want.

"What's going on in your head, Eddie?"

He retreats further, physically pulling back, breath coming hard and fast, little puffs of air ruffling the loose strands of hair around your face. His hands tighten around your waist, slide up to grip your arms, eyes earnest on yours.

"Too much. Sorry I- I'm good, I swear."

You touch his jaw, pleading with him to relax, soften, melt in your hands, and be happy. "Eddie. You're doing that thing again. Where you think you're being too rough or too much, and you disappear entirely."

You plant a gentle kiss on his cheek, the tip of his nose, the corner of his mouth. "I want you."

There's not an ounce of bravado in your voice. No confidence, no provocative hint, just words spoken hushed into his skin. It's enough for him, too much for Eddie, pulling the air from his lungs with a painful rush.

"Fuck, Y/N, don't- You can't say things on my account-"

"That's a very bold assumption. I'm not saying anything for you. It's for me. I want you. I want to touch you, feel you… Taste you. Selfishly."

Eddie gulps, and he swears the sound fills the room, drowns out the music, booms over his racing heart, he's sure you hear it, but you show no sign that you did. How often has he imagined this moment, some fantasy playing out over and over in his mind, coming together now better than he ever could have hoped. Maybe it only feels better because it's real, it's happening, he can feel your chest flush with his, heart beating faster than ever.

"Please do. Fucking hell, whatever you want s'yours, baby."

Your sucking in a breath, taking in the last of the oxygen in the room, your chest rising, grazing his, pulling a growl from deep in his throat, the guttural noise pouring gasoline over the fire. You couldn't walk this back if you wanted to. That's the last thing you want.

The only thing on your mind, on Eddie's mind, is more, more skin, more lips, more hands finally free to touch every smooth plane of skin, trace every curve. He wastes no time, lifting the hem of your shirt, pulling it up up up, easing it over your head, and throwing it over his shoulder. The action has the desire pooling in your gut, threatening to overflow.

"Eddie."

His name comes out in a whine, a sound that inflates his ego with hot air, a pitiful sound that has you blushing the moment the word leaves your lips. "What is it, gorgeous? What do you need?"

His teasing has your eyes flashing, fingers digging harshly into his shoulders. This isn't a game, he knows that, he doesn't mean to tease, he just likes the way your dissolving in his hands, sticky sweet, already trembling, and he's hardly touched you. He lets his eyes wander down to your nearly naked chest, choking on air at the sight of your breasts covered by only a white lacy bra, dotted with cherries. It's cute, it's you. He likes it.

You want to cover yourself, resist the urge, dig your nails deeper into his flesh, too excited and anxious all at once, surrounded by newness. Eddie sinks to his knees, closing the gap, making him eye level with your chest, a smile tugging at his lips. He pays no mind to your painful hold on his shoulders, leaning forward to place a reverent kiss to the swell of your breast, watching your eyes for confirmation that this is okay, that you still want this. Your lips part, eyes blown wide with lust and something else, something he's afraid to assume when the words haven't left your lips.

"S'this okay?"

Hot breath fans your skin, warding away the goosebumps, and you can only manage a nod, fingers slipping up into his hair, pulling gently, tipping his head back. His lips move over the stupid little cherries at a torturous pace, entirely too much fabric between his mouth and your skin. His fingers settle with a feathery touch on your ankle, ghosting up your leg, a barely there touch that's more ticklish than it is satisfying. A chill crawls up your spine, tingling across the back of your neck, egging him on.

Fingertips coast up your thighs, brush the hem of your shorts, inch up higher and higher until he's walking his fingers up your butt to the waistband of your shorts, pulling away just enough to look at your face.

"Do it."

At your approval, he's rushing forward, pulling them down, tongue tracing the valley between your breasts.

"You're wearing too many clothes," you hiss, wanting more of his skin on yours, desperate to have him bare before you.

"That's your opinion."

"Eddie, I'm fuckin' serious. Take off your damn clothes."

He huffs a laugh, standing before you get any more upset, tugging off his sweatpants, leaving him in only red and black plaid boxers. You reach for the band, snapping it against his skin, giggling, hands retreating from his form to card roughly through your hair.

"What's wrong?" he asks, worried you're having second thoughts.

"Nothing. You're taking forever, touch me, please."

"You're not going to turn into a pumpkin at midnight, babe. Slow down. S'not a race."

You brace your hands on his chest, fingers twitching when you feel his heart, thumping quickly against your palm. It excites you, that he's as worked up as you are, his own hands shaking as they find your hips, trail up, around to your back, toying with the clasps of your bra.

An experienced hand would easily unhook your bra, let it fall down your arms to the floor. Eddie's hands aren't experienced, he fumbles with the clasp for longer than he means to, feeling his cheeks heat with shame when you sigh against his neck, impatient.

You begin to hum the Jeopardy theme song, nails dancing up his biceps, tickling the sensitive flesh, making it harder for him to concentrate.

"Fuck off, Y/N."

"Do this often?"

"I will leave you here. Horny and lonely."

"No, you won't. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't realize this was your first time, okay? I'll be nice."

"It's not my- Forget it."

He steps back, removing his hands, crossing his arms over his chest. "You deal with it. You're the one wearing the damn thing."

You try to hold the laugh back, knowing he's embarrassed, but you're embarrassed too, and the absurdity of the situation gets the better of you, a bemused chuckle tripping off your lips. "Here."

You turn your back to him, making it easier for him to see, his fingers moving quickly to release the hooks, determined to redeem himself in some right. "You're not my first," he mumbles once you turn back around, holding the garment secure over your chest, straps hanging loose around your upper arms.

"Oh. I mean, I kinda figured." His admission is odd, unsolicited, hardly dampens your mood, but makes you wonder what exactly you have to live up to.

"I was sixteen, stoned and I don't remember what she looked like or what her name was."

"Oh."

He shakes his head, rubs the back of his neck, swallows once, then twice before speaking again.

"What I'm trying to say is really, you are my first. Only one that matters. Only one I want. Did I kill the mood? Fuck, now's probably not a good time to have this conversation. I just figured-"

"Shhh." You place your hand over his mouth, eyes crinkling up in affection at his honest rambling. "I get it. It's okay. You're my first. You're the only one for me. 'Kay?"

You don't remove your hand until he nods, and impossibly he loves you more. With extreme caution, you let the bra slip down, exposing your breasts for the first time, watching Eddie's expression, taking note of every emotion as it crosses his face. He takes in every freckle, every faint stretch mark, every inch of skin, swallowing thickly, reaching out to rapturously brush his fingertips across your flesh.

With no warning his lips are on yours, spanning the gap where words would fall short, reverent, awed by how you trust him. He's laying you back against the blankets on your unmade bed, pulling the hair tie from your hair, watching the strands fan out like a messy halo. Nothing has ever been this breathtaking. No song, no gig, no high could ever compare to the sight of you laid out beneath him, waiting with a small smile.

"I love you."

His words hang in the air, heavy and soothing. "Because I'm naked?"

He shakes his head, frowning at your implication.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm nervous. I love you more. I've loved you since that time you played guitar over the phone until I fell asleep."

Eddie chuckles at the memory, fingers brushing along your cheekbones fondly. "And I've loved you since you cut me off leaving the record store, and then came to my show at the Hideaway later that same night."

He speaks quietly, like it's a secret, weight settling on you comfortingly, fingers of his free hand tracing the elastic band of your underwear.

"No, you haven't."

"Yes, I have. That was it for me, I was a goner."

"You're an idiot, Eddie Munson."

The words are spoken affectionately, fingers tracing his facial features, brushing the hair out of his face, tapping his nose once, twice, three times, earning a smile.

"Only for you."

His fingers dip below the elastic barrier, shocking you, making you whimper at the foreign pleasure. Eddie tries his best to memorize the sound, wants to keep it safe for later, safe for when he's alone and needs relief, but he settles for drawing the sound of you again, hand slipping lower to cup your heat, wet from your arousal.

"This all for me, baby girl?"

There's that sound again, high pitched and desperate, keening. His middle and marriage fingers trace wide, sweeping circles around your clit, close enough to give you hope for relief, but never where you need him most.

It's driving you insane, has you gripping the blankets, clawing at the fabric, attempting to tether yourself. Eddie watches your face, notes your pinched features, the pleasure building in your eyes, muddying the shades of color.

You're unraveling with every sweep of his digits against your folds, the heat in your abdomen winding tighter and tighter, thin thread on control threatening to snap, pleasure looming. The moment his fingertips brush your clit, you're crying out, gasping his name, trembling from the onslaught of sensations. His fingers on your core, lips on your neck, legs heavy on yours, arousal pressing into your thigh painfully obvious.

Your back arches into the pleasure, vaguely aware of Eddie rutting into your thigh, a hoarse moan building in his throat, muffled by your skin, fingers working you through your high, tracing tight circles over your slick. Eyes closed against the white-hot light of your orgasm, feeling the warmth spread through your body, bones turning to mush, brain-melting to jelly. You're spineless by the time you come back to yourself, only half aware of Eddie's hand retreating from your panties.

"Wow," he whispers, gaze focused on his slick fingers, coated in cum. He moves to lick them clean but your limp grip on his wrist stops him.

"Don't you dare. I can't-Just don't."

Pink dusts the top of your cheeks, more from the aftereffects of your pleasure than embarrassment, but he concedes, settling for dragging your underwear down your thighs, letting you help, pulling one ankle free, kicking them off the other.

He rolls onto his back, lifts his hips to ease his boxers off, tossing them on the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes, and he faces you again. Your eyes trace the edges of his body, trying to let a graceful amount of time pass before your eyes fall on his cock. It's pretty, a large, prominent vein running from his silken mushroom head down to the base. Tentatively, you take him into your hand, thumb tracing his tip, collecting the precum, tracing the vein, attempting to ignore the hiss of air that rushes past his lips, the way he twitches in your gentle grasp.

"I don't have a condom…" you begin, avoiding his gaze, concerned that was the wrong sort of admission for the moment, dick in hand.

"I don't have one either," he manages, jaw clenched at the feeling of your soft hand stroking him, the inevitable disappointment of not quite enough.

"Well, we could skip it. Just this once."

He swears a piece of his soul dies at the mention of this happening again. Never in his wildest dreams did he picture the night ending like this. Maybe, maybe in his wildest, wettest dream, but never could he see it morphing into reality, coming true before him.

"Huh? Y/N, that's how people end up pregnant."

"I know. I know but- Please? Just once?"

"Fuck, you're making it so difficult to say no."

You squeeze to emphasize your next words. "Then don't, Teddy."

The nickname is his undoing, saccharine as it falls from your lips, ensnaring him.

He rolls on top of you, breaking the contact of your hand on him. Doting kisses dropped along your jaw, up to your temple, nose brushing your hairline, breathing you in deep, trying to immortalize the moment, aware of every point where your bodies meet.

His hips slot above yours, bone to bone, forehead to forehead, breath mingling in a collective inhale of anticipation, his tip pressing against your heat, skin tingling.

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

The pain of that initial stretch has you whimpering, arching away in surprise. Eddie's eyes are wide, panicked at your reaction, following you with murmured sweet nothings, fingers lacing with yours.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. No, just go slow."

he does, so slow, reigning in his own pleasure, muscles rigid, arms trembling in poorly restrained want.

"You can move."

"You sure, baby?"

You don't answer, shaking his hands off, wrapping your arms around his back, fingers bumping over his spine, urging him closer wordlessly. A silent plea. His large hand covers your thigh, pulling it up over his hip, experimenting to find what you like, what has your breath hitching and your eyes rolling back.

You meet his eyes, the deep brown so dark, pupils blown so wide with lust you can't distinguish the difference. Intoxicated on Eddie, surrounded y him, filled by him, high on his skin, his lips, bodies moving together, sticky with sweat.

His moan catches you off guard, the sweetest sound you've ever heard

You're opening your mouth, ready to ask him to do it again when his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing eager, sloppy circles, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Oh, fuck, Eds."

"You close?"

"Y-yes."

He thrusts harder, faster, grip on your thigh bruising, sure to leave pretty marks on the doughy flesh to trace tomorrow. His lips find your neck again, sucking fervently, teeth skidding along your throat, stifling his sweet voice.

The overload of Eddie has you writhing, body going stiff before the second wave of euphoria washes over you, threatening to drown, the danger of the riptide lapping at your frayed sense.

"Eddie."

The pleasure dripping off your tongue pushes Eddie off the cliff, has him freefalling at the taste of it on your tongue. He can feel it on his oversensitive skin. He thrusts deep, a shiver snaking up his spine, shaking his shoulders, lips parted, your name filling the space between you with a choked moan before he's sagging against you, thoroughly spent.

Eddie has no clue where you begin and he ends, an indistinct, messy tangle of limbs and bare skin, glowy with armory and satisfaction.

"I love you, Eddie."

"I love you more, Y/N."

Fingers trace skin, his, yours, it's all the same, all hot and soft, every touch magnified, different, and yet more same than ever before. A new familiarity sits between you, free of any inhibition or insecurity.

Finally, Eddie breaks the silence. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You follow him down the hall, never breaking contact, his fingers wrapped loosely around your wrist, flicking on lights as he goes.

You sit on the ledge of the tub as Eddie turns on the faucet, waiting for the water to warm up, testing the temperature every few seconds with a cautious finger. Once he deems it warm enough he soaks the washcloth under the stream, stepping over to you.

Tugging you to your feet, he plants a gentle kiss on your clammy skin, running the cloth along your body, wiping away sweat before trailing lower, removing any evidence of himself. He repeats the process on himself, far less gentle, tossing the rags into the laundry hamper. He moves around your small bathroom easily, grabbing your toothbrush and his from the cup next to the sink, wetting the bristles before passing you yours, squeezing a glob of toothpaste out, smiling at you sheepishly when you shake your head in bemusement.

You can't tolerate the distance between you, stand and step closer to him, pretending to be engrossed in the simple task of brushing your teeth, even as your pinky finger seeks his out, curling around his. Eddie brings your joined hands to his mouth, kissing your knuckles, wincing at the smear of foamy toothpaste he leaves behind. You rinse it off, smiling at him in your reflection.

He gestures to your skincare products on the counter with a shrug. "I can never remember which order you use 'em in."

You line them up for him and he sets to work, dabbing careful little dots onto your skin like he's watched you do countless times before working t into your skin in gentle circles, caressing your face.

This isn't the first time, but it feels different, new. You stand on tiptoes, kiss his lips once, twice when he's finished, bare chest grazing his before you pull him back to your room. carelessly rummaging around in your dresser for pajamas, you keep your back to him as he pulls his boxers and sweatpants back on.

Eddie pulls the covers down, unplugging the fairy lights as you tug on the stolen tee shirt of his you found. Clicking off the radio, you join him in bed, curling into his side, a perfect fit. In the still, you realize the rain continues to pound down on the roof, the steady thrum soothing.

His eyes are heavy with exhaustion, lips slack on your temple, a tender reassurance, an unspoken testament of love. You let the silence go unbroken, hand resting on his chest, head on his shoulder, shallow breaths washing over his neck.

"G'night, Teddy."

"Night, love. Sweet dreams."

You stay like that until sleep pulls you under, lulled by the rain and Eddie's warmth, his arms secure around you.

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Officially 1 week out from spine surgery.

Definitely losing my shit but going to pretend everything is fine and just drown myself in Eddie Munson posts like I'm not internally screaming...

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