#eddies little hand movements still send me

[loveinhawkins]

The problem is that a part of Steve knows the spider isn’t real.

But it’s the suggestion of it, right? Cobwebs in his hair, movement just out the corner of his eye; it’s all enough to convince him that there’s something crawling on his skin, to let out a panicked whisper to Nancy, there was a spider. It’s a black widow.

He tries to disregard it as a one-off. It’s an old creepy house. Just got him spooked for a bit, that’s all.

But then… diving into Lover’s Lake. Bats biting into his flesh. Overwhelming dizziness.

Nancy wrapping torn strips of clothing tight around—there’s something crawling, crawling underneath his skin, no, there isn’t, no, there—a bike ride through The Upside Down; one hacking cough, pushing through it, pushing through it—

Swallows it all down. Ignores the sweat, the tackiness around his bandage. Shh. Calm, calm.

Drives the RV. Doesn’t know how he’s even moving, is just grateful—grateful that his mind on autopilot seems to still function.

The War Zone. In and out. Parked. Sun in his eyes. Kids outside.

The feeling comes back. Something. Something under his skin. (In his blood, in all of him—)

“S’there something in my hair?” he asks Eddie, who’s mid-step out of the RV.

Eddie turns back with an air of amusement. “Nope,” he says. “Looks perfectly coiffed to me, man.”

“Can you—can you just check?”

Look closer, something’s wrong, something’s wrong.

“Uh, sure,” Eddie says, bemused. He sits next to Steve and tilts his head before lifting a hand uncertainly. “You want me to, uh?”

“Yeah, thanks. Just… there was a spider on me.”

It’s not what Steve wants to say at all, but there’s a sudden, terrifying disconnect between the thoughts in his head and what actually comes out of his mouth.

“Oh, you don’t like them, huh?”

Eddie’s not even teasing, just sounds understanding; he lifts up a few sections of hair carefully, taking his time. He’s so kind. Steve abruptly wants to cry.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you,” Eddie continues. “I have the same thing with mice. The way they move. Creepy little feet.” He shudders dramatically.

Steve wants to laugh at that. Can’t.

Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair a couple more times, gentle.

You don’t have to, Steve thinks. Make it hurt. Get it out. Did you find it? Please say you found it.

“Good news, you’re officially spider-free, Harrington.”

Eddie claps him on the shoulder, stands up.

Steve doesn’t move.

Eddie pauses again, halfway out the door. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Just need some air.”

He goes through the motions of prepping for the fight. Chats with Robin. She talks about a terrible, gnawing feeling, and he wants to scream yes, I know, I know, but he can’t tell her, why can’t he tell her?

Shh. Calm, calm.

Drives the RV. Forest Hills.

He brakes with no warning, sends bottles of alcohol rolling across the floor. He’s mad suddenly that they didn’t smash. He’s so—

Slip away.

Eddie’s trailer. Lets himself in.

Bathroom.

The wound on his stomach pulses. He doubles over the toilet. Throws up.

His skin is crawling.

There, in the back of his mind, a creeping coldness. A thought that is not his own.

I will kill them all. And I will make you watch.

Oh, God. Oh, God, he’s been so stupid.

-

Eddie finds him first.

He picks up one fallen bottle of alcohol before a gut feeling pulls him out of the RV—because Steve Harrington is a good driver, and he’d only brake like that if he had no choice.

“Steve?”

But Steve’s not waiting for them on the porch, he’s not even by the Gate.

Clattering; a strangled cry.

Eddie’s stomach lurches.

He runs towards the noise, opens the bathroom door and is instantly hit by the acrid smell of vomit.

“Steve! Jesus Christ.”

Steve’s pushed up against the cistern. There’s a damp patch all across his stomach, and his chest is heaving.

“Oh my God, Steve, what’s—”

Eddie reaches for him instinctively, and Steve flinches as if he’s been struck.

“No, don’t!”

“Jesus, you’re burning up,” Eddie whispers, drawing his hand back; Steve’s skin is feverishly hot, slick with sweat. He looks around frantically for a cloth, turns on the cold water. “Gotta get you cooled—”

Something slams into him; he’s pinned against the sink, Steve’s hand clamped around his throat.

“No,” Steve repeats. “Don’t.”

“Okay,” Eddie manages. He chokes on a swallow. “S-Steve, you’re—you’re—”

His hand flails, trying to pry Steve’s fingers off.

Steve’s grip loosens ever so slightly. His eyes are wide, bloodshot. Pleading.

“Eddie,” he says through gritted teeth. “You need to hurt me.”

With the last of his strength, Eddie gets his knee up and jabs—it’s barely anything, but it works enough to break Steve’s hold.

Eddie staggers; his back slams against the door. He’s shaking.

Steve stares at him. He’s gripping onto the sink so tightly that Eddie thinks it’s a miracle that it doesn’t crack.

And then there’s a horrible, guttural noise like Steve’s started to choke too, like he’s at war with himself.

Barely audible, he says, “Get… get Nancy.”

Eddie runs.

He nearly falls into Nancy as he opens the front door. He’s breathless, can’t think of what to say, save from—

“Wheeler, he needs you.”

It happens in an instant: Nancy’s brow pinches, and then she goes very pale, and she’s shouting for Robin and Dustin to stay in the RV, like she can turn on a dime, launched into an unknown crisis.

She pushes past Eddie, and he follows her, back into the bathroom.

The cold water is still running.

Steve’s got his hands in the sink. He looks at Nancy desperately.

“S-stop me.”

Another choking sound is ripped from Steve’s throat; Eddie realises that it’s actually a dry sob.

“Nance,” Steve says. It’s half her name, half a pained whine. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I—I know everything.”

And then he’s suddenly launching towards them—it’s only the fact that he’s so completely freaked out that makes Eddie move in time, saves him from getting strangled again.

He grabs Steve’s wet hands, pins them behind his back and tries to hold him still.

“Jesus! Wheeler, what the fuck is going—”

“Do you have anything that can knock him out?” Nancy says.

“What?”

“Drugs, Eddie!”

“Are you crazy? There’s no way—oh my God, what are you—”

Crack.

Nancy’s grabbed the cistern lid, brought it down upon Steve’s head. Eddie looks at Steve lying eerily still on the floor in abject horror.

There’s blood in his hair.

Eddie feels sick.

But Nancy just watches, as if to confirm that Steve’s not moving. She looks Eddie in the eye.

“Come on. That’s only gonna work for so long.”

Eddie just follows her out, too shocked to even attempt speaking.

It’s chaotic at the RV; Dustin sees them coming, leaps out of the door as Robin yells at him.

“Where’s Steve?”

“Get back inside.”

“Nancy, where the hell is he?”

“We can talk inside.”

“Bullshit, I’m—”

“Dustin, he’s Flayed,” Nancy says, her voice breaking, and all the fight goes out of Dustin at once.

“No, that’s—he can’t—”

Eddie finally finds his voice. “Can someone tell me what the fuck you’re talking about?”

Nancy doesn’t speak, not until they’re in the RV, the door locked behind her.

“I think it’s the—the bites—”

Robin swears, a hand over her mouth.

“Flayed?” Eddie persists.

“The Mind Flayer,” Dustin says numbly. “It’s what we—it’s a part of The Upside Down. It—it used Will to… to spy on…”

“And what, it’s—” Eddie swallows. “It’s inside him?”

“Like a virus. He’s part of the Hive Mind,” Nancy says.

Eddie’s knees feel weak.

“Fuck,” Dustin says. “He knows where we are, he’ll know—”

“It’s too late to change that,” Nancy says. “We just have to—at least someone needs to stay with him.”

“I will,” Robin says instantly, eyes blazing.

“Me too,” Dustin says.

Nancy glances at him, shakes her head—firm but apologetic. “You can join Erica.” And as Dustin opens his mouth, no doubt to argue, she adds, “I’m sorry, Dustin. It’s just—we might need to… to fight him.”

Dustin doesn’t reply, but looks so utterly devastated that Eddie wishes he’d insisted on diving first, that the bats had torn into him instead.

“Keep him warm,” Nancy tells Robin urgently. “And I don’t mean just—it’s got to be unbearable.”

Robin nods, ashen-faced.

Nancy catches Eddie’s eye. “The one thing that fucker can’t stand is heat.”

She paces up and down the RV, checking for stray bottles. Then she comes to a stop right in front of Robin.

“He—he might beg,” she whispers. “And it won’t—it’ll sound like him. Like he just wants the pain to stop.”

Robin’s eyes look glassy. “Nance, I don’t—don’t know if I can—”

“I’ll do it,” Eddie says.

He feels everyone’s eyes on him, but he just looks at Nancy, at the determined set to her jaw.

He doesn’t know when he made the decision, if he can even pinpoint a conscious moment of thought—but now that the words are out, he feels the vow he’s made, deep in his chest.

Nancy hands him a bottle and cloth.

A lighter.

She fixes Eddie with a piercing look. “It’s going to look like you’re killing him,” she says.

Eddie nods.

He turns, offers Robin his hand.

“C’mon, Buckley. Let’s get that bastard out of him.”

#another concept has ensnared me oops #i can only apologise for the cliffhanger #pre steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve and nancy #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #steve x eddie #flayed steve harrington #body horror cw

[urhoneycombwitch]

+18 mdni

cw: phone sex, mutual masturbation, reader has a V

Bestfriend + inexperienced eddie answering your call late at night, out of breath, and when you tease “were you jacking off? 🤪” Eddie takes just a biiiiit too long to answer.

then he’s stuttering out “n-no! god no. I wasn’t ja- I wasn’t doing that. I was… mowing the lawn?” it’s midnight. pitch black outside.

he cringes as you call his bluff, your voice saccharine sweet down the line. “what were you thinkin’ about?”

his cock kicks up again under his hand from where he’d stilled his earlier movements to take your call. now, he strokes his broad palm against the underside of his dick and huffs out a moan. “you. was thinkin’ about you.”

“yeah?” there’s a rustling in the background- you’re probably turning over in bed- and you ask, “what was I doing in your dirty little thoughts, hmm, Teddy?”

Eddie thumbs at the precum leaking out of his slit, uses it to aid the glide of his fist over himself, hissing- “fuck, sweetheart. call me that again.”

a gentle, girlish giggle from you, then a sharp “ah”, and then- “tell me what you were thinkin’ about doing to me and maybe I’ll let you hear me cum.”

“jesus fuck,” Eddie groans, toes curling, fingers pressing into the base of his cock to stave off the orgasm that threatened to spill over at your words. “holy… christ, sweetheart.”

he recovers, gulps in some air, begins sliding his hand up and down again before the words come rushing out- “I was thinking about tasting you. about sucking that pretty clit- ohhh- into my mouth. wanna taste you, baby, you gonna let me taste you?”

he’s babbling at this point, the wet noises of his slick movements filling the air. down the line you’re whimpering these soft, pleasure-soaked noises that have his hips bucking into his own fist.

“let you taste me,” you echo back, and Eddie can hear how wet you are as your fingers rub against your soaked clit- “put that mouth to good use… fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna come.”

the way you say his name has Eddie’s stomach clenching, thighs trembling in anticipation as he’s teetering on the edge; he encourages you in a strained voice- “that’s it, baby, let me hear you. fuck, you sound so pretty. bet you sound even prettier when you come-“

you gasp Eddie’s name as you come, and that’s what sends him over the edge, snapping that tether as he paints his chest with his own release.

“I was right,” Eddie says, breathing hard and grinning like a cat that got the cream. “you sound the prettiest when you come.”

#Eddie would swear a lot during sex #my personal opinion #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson smut #inexperienced!eddie #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson

[wynnyfryd]

Steve comes into the kitchen fresh from the shower, finds Eddie with his head in the sink, scrubbing his soaked curls over the basin.

“Uh,” Steve says.

Eddie flips upright, sending a spray of water across the backsplash. He shakes his head out like a dog. “Morning!”

“Were you just shampooing your hair in the sink?”

“Yeah.”

“…Why?”

“Water was still warm from the dishes,” he shrugs, as if that explains a damn thing. “You want coffee?”

Steve stares at him, horrified. “Eddie… for the love of God, please tell me you did not just wash your hair with dirty dish water.”

“Ew! What??”

“You just said the water was still warm from the dishes!”

“The water from the tap was still warm,” Eddie gestures emphatically at the tap in question, at the empty and sparkling stainless steel basin, “from where I scrubbed the sink clean after draining the dishwater. Jesus Christ, Harrington, what kinda man do you take me for?”

“I don’t know! The kind who washes his hair in the sink??”

Eddie cackles at that, swings himself around the kitchen island into Steve’s space, his movements free and loose with amusement.

“It was clean water, baby, honest,” he swears as he squeezes Steve’s face between his hands and peppers him with kisses until his deeply offended frown eases into an only slightly put-out pout.

Steve does his best to maintain his glare. “Did you even use conditioner?” he asks.

“It was two-in-one?” Eddie tries.

“Okay, nope! No. Absolutely not, get your ass back upstairs, Munson, we’re doing this properly.” He drags Eddie from the kitchen by his wrist, muttering angrily under his breath as he stomps up the stairs. “Two-in-one. Of all the stupid fucking…”

Later, when they’re lying sated in bed (Steve on his back with an arm under his head; Eddie sat up and purring like a cat as Steve’s blunt nails scratch down his spine), after Eddie’s hair has been combed through and set into pretty little ringlets with no less than five different products, Steve props himself up on his elbows and levels Eddie with a suspicious look. “…Was this all a ploy to get me to do your hair for you again?”

Eddie doesn’t even bother trying to hide his grin as he lets his head flop over his shoulder to look at Steve. “And also to get you to fuck me in the shower first, yeah.”

“You little shit!” Steve laughs, kicking at Eddie’s back. Eddie yelps and scrambles off the bed, safely out of attack distance.

“You still want that coffee?” he offers.

Steve chucks a pillow at his head, and Eddie dodges. “Ugh, you’re the worst.”

“Mmhm,” Eddie agrees, “But you looo-ove me.”

Steve does, is the thing. He really, really does.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie fluff #my writing #this is very silly i’m sorry or you’re welcome

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

“Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.” w Eddie 🫡

18+MNDI!!

Eddie is sitting up against your headboard, propped up against your excessive amount of soft pillows while you straddle him. You’re riding him fast and hard, your hips are coming almost all the way up to the point that his cock almost leaves you before you’re slamming back down on him again and again. You’ve been fucking him like this for so long now he’s lost track of time. You ride him like your life depends on it, and when he’s just about to tip over the edge and spill inside of you, you stop your movements and simply cock warm him until his oncoming orgasm passes.

“Eddie, baby, kiss me.” Your voice comes out whiny and your breathing is erratic from the way you’re fucking yourself on his cock. You have your hands on his shoulders for leverage and your nails are digging into his skin, leaving little crescent moon shapes.

“Fucking shit, of course, sweet thing. Anything for you, especially when you’re fucking me like this.” Eddie takes your face in his hands, crashing his lips into yours in a desperate needy kiss. You slow your thrusts, letting your weight rest on him while you grind against him. He’s so deep inside you and the tip of his cock is rubbing against your g-stop just right. Every time you roll your hips forward your clit rubs against the corse hair at the base of his cock and it’s all just so good.

He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip and you immediately intertwine it with yours. The kiss is filthy, a mixture of both of your spit dripping down your chins. All tongues and teeth and bumping nose’s. You feel yourself getting close again, but you need more. So you start to pick up the pace again. Your start to slam down onto his cock with fever again, the sounds of your wet pussy and your hips slapping against his fill the room.

Eddie still has your face in his hands, and he’s trying his hardest to keep making out with you, he knows how much you love the feeling of his lips on yours when you tip over the edge. But you’re fucking him at such a brutal pace that his lips keep slipping against yours and your teeth keep clacking together. He pulls away from your lips, kissing the side of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw.

“Eddie, keep kissing me, please, I wanna kiss you.” You sound so desperate, and your thrusts are starting to become more sloppy, your pussy clenches around him and he can tell you’re close.

“Alright baby, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” He smirks at you before he’s grabbing your thighs and flipping you over. His cock slips out momentarily but he wastes no time slamming back into you and fucking you just as hard as you were fucking him, if not harder.

He uses one hand to grab your thigh, hooking it around his hip. He brings his other hand up to your face, cupping your jaw and connecting his lips with yours. He kisses you as roughly as he’s fucking you, his tongue invading your mouth while he continues to rail into you with his cock.

The hand holding your thigh snakes between your bodies to find your clit, he runs circles on it with his thumb and it all just feels so perfect. He hits that perfect spot inside of you while his tongue dances with yours, and he’s applying the perfect amount of pressure to your sensitive needy clit. You feel your orgasm approaching like a tidal wave, and Eddie feels it too. The way you’re moans turn extra needy against his mouth, the way your pussy clenches around him, how hard you start to pull on the hair at the nape of his neck, are all telltale signs that you’re about to cum.

It only takes a few more thrusts and you’re tipping over the edge, the feeling sending him tumbling right after you. Eddie keeps kissing you while he fucks you both through your highs, his cum filling you in ropes.

“Fuuuuck baby, I love you.” He pulls his lips away from yours so he can look into your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

“I love you too Eddie, so much.” You cup his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his soft stubble covered cheeks.

“I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “My beautiful girl.” Kiss.

#idk I was possessed #eddie munson x reader #Dolly’s asks #keeks🔮 #Eddie Munson blurb #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson x fem reader #Eddie Munson thoughts #Dolly writes

[shares-a-vest]

I just think Eddie would add the nickname 'Slugger' to his roster of pet names for Steve when he finds out about the nail bat...

Eddie awakens to a scratching sound at Steve's bedroom window.

He thinks it must be the trees. God knows the isolated Loch Nora has enough of them to make a consistent amount of noise 24/7. But his heart skips a beat when he comes to enough to remember that there is in fact, no tree directly outside Steve's bedroom window.

He flips over to face his boyfriend, sending their blankets flying and starling with enough movement he rattles the set of framed baseball cards Steve has on the shelving of his headboard. But the fanatic himself doesn't move, still fast asleep. Looking all angelic and cute as he steadily breathes in and out with only the faintest hint of a snore.

"Steeeeve," he panics, slapping his shoulder, "Steve, there's something at the window!"

Again, nothing.

He groans and leans forward, pressing his weight on him as he speaks directly in his ear, "Steve, wake up and put your goddamn ears in, I'm scared."

He doesn't care that it all sounds a little dramatic. Steve knows he's a total scaredy cat.

"Eds," Steve murmurs, sounding very grumpy, "What is it?"

"There's something outside."

Steve pushes him off, snapping to and hopping straight out of bed in one swift move. Eddie scrambles, spluttering as he struggles against the, now tangled, bed sheets. He looks up just in time to see Steve duck down and retrieve something from underneath his side of the bed…

It's a baseball bat.

A baseball bat covered in large nails. Nails that have been haphazardly hammered in, sticking out every which way and making it quite the deadly weapon.

He watches as Steve spins it around in his hands before gripping it tight and standing at the ready. Oh.

Steve cocks his head and quirks a brow in the direction of the frightening window in question.

The noise is still there, tap, tap a-tapping on the window.

But Eddie really couldn't give a shit anymore because now he is solely focused on his boyfriend creeping towards the window, waving his bat like he geeing himself up to hit a homer. His hands clench with every step, exposing all the veins on his hands and spider up his forearms. All the while the guy is sporting his impossibly voluminous bed hair and skulking along in his loose and tantalisingly-thin sleep shorts that leave nothing to Eddie's filthy imagination.

Well, maybe he can think of a few things…

"Step back against the wall," Steve commands, not tearing his eyes away from the window.

Eddie nods, backing back and clutching at the wall for support as his heart beats faster as Steve whirls the bat around again. He palms along the wall, feeling around until his shaking hand hits the bed and he stumbles onto it.

But Steve isn't paying attention to his immediate disobedience. He is too busy looking out the window.

"Oh, fuck," he curses before groaning with abject annoyance, "Eds!"

"Huh?" Eddie mumbles, watching Steve's bare shoulders flex and then drop as he allows the nail bat to fall by his side.

"It's a raccoon!" Steve whines, stumping the bat into the carpet with a solid thump to punctuate his frustration.

He whips around and starts off for the bed again, dragging his weapon along behind him. As if in a reverse move, Steve rolls the bat back to its hiding spot and flops onto the bed.

"Eds, I was dead asleep!" he complains, dry-sobbing. He helicopter-kicks his feet in order to propel his legs back onto the bed properly, "Why couldn't you have checked it out first?"

"Excuse me," he protests, raising a hand to his chest in offence, "I was terrified."

"You woke me up!" Steve retorts, pulling the covers about without a great deal of finesse - if anything, his technique makes their bedding situation worse.

"Could'a used that weapon up against a colony of flesh-eating bats, my dear," Eddie grins as he attempts to smooth out the crumpled covers before quickly abandoning the futile task.

"Yeah, no shit," Steve snaps. He really is a bitch when he's sleep-deprived a grouchy, "But I didn't exactly have time to come here and get it. You being a wanted fugitive and all."

"I apologise for the inconvenience," he teases, holding out grabby hands, "Come here, Slugger, and I'll make it up to you."

Steve smirks, thoroughly perking up at the new pet name. And before Eddie knows it, his baseball bat-wielding boyfriend is lunging straight over their mountain of twisted blankets for him.

#writing something sports-ball related because my family is watching footy #and i'm over here lurking on this hellsite reading/writing about the babysitter and the metalhead kissing #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #lilys hcs

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Day 12 of TUI-Mas

Warnings: pregnancy, allusion to smut, contractions, water breaking, labor and delivery, and Eddie wasn't there, epidural, medical emergency, lots of fluff

WC: 4.3k

A/N: I could not have written this piece without @the-unforgivenn 💚 everything accurate in this fic is because of her, and everything inaccurate is because of me. I love you, Annie. Thank you for asking my random birth-related questions at all hours.

Divider credit to @saradika

November 4, 1999

At nine months pregnant, everything hurts.

Perhaps that’s why when you wake up for work with an extra pinch in your back, you cast off any worries. Or maybe it’s because you still have over a week until you’re due, and first babies tend to take their time arriving, so there’s no possible way that today is the day.

You shrug on a sweater and your most comfortable pair of maternity jeans, your body heavy with pregnancy and fatigue. Your movements are sluggish, even more so than usual, and Eddie notices as he stands out the counter, shoveling a spoonful of Honey Nut Cheerios into his mouth.

“You okay, Sweetheart?” he asks, tongue darting out to swipe a drip of milk from his lower lip.

Nodding, you massage just above your tailbone in a meager attempt to ease the pain. “Mhm,” you lie, grabbing two granola bars from the pantry. You unwrap one and take a big bite, letting the chocolate chips melt in your mouth. “Just ready to have this baby.” Another lie, or possibly a half truth; while you’re eager to have your body to yourself again, the prospect of labor and delivery terrifies you.

Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead, his palms gently rubbing your bump. “Eleven more days and then we’ll be a family of four.”

“Baby Brother is taking forever to get here,” Harris laments from his seat at the table, spearing a banana slice with his fork. He glances at your stomach with impatient eyes. “Can’t you do something to hurry him up?”

You cough as your husband’s cheeks flush pink; he rakes a ringed hand through his curls. No doubt he’s remembering last night when he’d innocently lifted your belly to relieve some of the pressure, only to find himself hard as a rock as his fingers lightly dug into your skin. I’ll go slow so I don’t send you into early labor, he’d remarked with a teasing wink. 

“Gotta be patient,” Eddie says now, seemingly having recovered from the brief flashback. He slurps the remaining milk from the bowl and stifles a belch, reaching for his jacket and keys. “Have a great day at work,” he kisses you, smiling against your lips, “and school.” He ruffles Harris’s hair, and just like that, he’s out the door. 

Harris finishes his breakfast, placing his empty plate in the sink and scampering to the door to put on his sneakers. You watch enviously as he ties them with ease; you’ve been relegated to slip-on shoes until your feet are no longer swollen. 

“Come on, Mommy,” he says, slinging his backpack over his shoulders. “I don’t wanna miss the bus.”

You silently pray that the short walk to the bus stop will ease your muscle tension, taking careful steps as you trail behind the far-too-energetic-for-8 AM little boy. 

Eleven more days. Only eleven more days, you tell yourself. The reminder has tears prickling along your lash line in a double-edged sword. You don’t think you can handle eleven more days of this discomfort, but will you truly be ready to have a newborn baby in less than two weeks? Once you give birth, you can no longer shield your baby from the world’s dangers and cruelties. Will your love be enough? Will you be enough? And how can you possibly figure it all out in just eleven days?

Your mantra of eleven more days turns out to be just six hours. Since Will became a teacher two years ago, the two of you have made it a habit to spend time together after the students’ dismissal. You’re preparing art materials for tomorrow’s class when you feel it—a trickle of liquid sliding down your leg. 

Your eyes widen, heat crawling up your neck and into your face. I peed myself at work. It had happened once last month, but it was preceded by a sneeze, and you were already in the parking lot about to go home. When you’d told Eddie that evening, the two of you laughed so hard that you’d wet yourself again. 

But this feels…different. 

“Oh, no.” There’s another small stream, but it isn’t accompanied by any relief on your bladder. Your worried murmur gets Will’s attention, and he looks at you with concern. “I think my water broke, but I don’t know…it might just be pee…” Your voice trails off before you can speak in circles. 

Will leaps to his feet. “Okay, what do you need me to do?” The pair of scissors he’s been using to cut out paper stars clatter to the table as he rushes to your side. 

“Call Eddie,” you mumble, gripping your bump as a cramp—most likely a contraction, you realize—squeezes at your pelvis. “Tell him to—shit—to get my bag from the apartment and bring it to the hospital.” You bite your lip to stifle a groan. “I’ll call Wayne and ask him to get Harris from the bus.”  

He nods, dialing from the classroom phone as you rattle off the record store’s number. You pull your own Nokia cell phone—a purchase Eddie had insisted upon after you got pregnant, wanting to make sure you and Baby Munson stayed safe. 

“So, um,” Will hesitates after you’ve hung up with Wayne, ending the conversation with a promise to let him know as soon as the baby is born, “Eddie was in the middle of a guitar lesson, so I left a message with one of his employees—”

Please don’t say Ev, you wordlessly plead. Anyone but the stoner who can barely remember to show up to work on time. 

“Ev, I think?”

Shit. 

Will hooks his arm with yours, providing you with the stability to stand up. “Let’s get you to the hospital, all right? Maybe it’s a false alarm or something.”

You nod, but deep down, you know that this baby is on his way. Call it mother’s intuition, you muse wryly. 

After a quick stop in Principal Sinclair’s office to explain the situation, Will helps you into his Chevy Impala, grimacing along with you when another contraction hits. “Should we be timing those?”

You grit your teeth. “Shit, y-yeah. I completely forgot.” All those birthing books you’d read cover to cover to prepare for this moment, and you hadn’t even remembered to time your own damn contractions. “We need to track how long they last and the amount of time between them.”

Will remains unfazed. “We’ll just start now,” he says simply, flicking his wrist to check his watch. “It’s 2:32. Let me know when you get another one.” He turns the key in the ignition, taking your hand before putting the gear shift into drive. “It’ll be okay. Eddie’s gonna get the message, and he’ll be here soon.”

It’s as though he can read your mind, and you exhale a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. He’s right; if you are in labor, it’s still early enough that Eddie won’t miss the birth. 

You hope. 

Your contractions are one minute long and twelve minutes apart by the time you reach Hawkins General Hospital, growing slightly stronger with each wave. Will relays the information to the receptionist, his voice wavering with nerves and excitement despite his best efforts to remain calm. 

Before you know it, you’re being wheeled into a room, a laminated bracelet with your personal details dangling from your wrist. The clock on the wall indicates that it’s just past 3 PM, which means that Eddie should be here in a few minutes. 

As if on cue, the cell phone in your purse chirps its familiar ringtone. Harris had insisted that you change it from the standard option, choosing one that sounds like birds chirping. It normally reminds you of springtime mornings; right now, you’re ready to throw it through the window. 

Will passes it to you, and you punch the answer button with an impatient, “hello?”

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Eddie’s carefree demeanor wafts through the speaker, “just wanted to check in and see if you’re feeling any better. Did you want me to pick up something from the store on my way—?”

Dammit, Ev. “Eddie, my water broke at work. Will called earlier and left a message,” you manage, maneuvering around the heart rate monitor to brace for another contraction. “I’m—ughhh, shit—I’m at the hospital.”

“What?!” You can hear his sudden shift to panic; the phone drops from his grasp and clatters on the counter before he retrieves it, uttering a slew of swear words. “Okay, I’ll be right there. Your bag’s at home, right? Oh, and Harris! Shit, let me—”

“Wayne’s on it,” you tell him, hopefully putting an end to his mile-a-minute thoughts. “I just need my bag and my husband.” 

There’s a relieved sigh on the other end of the line. “I can provide both.” His humor peeks through his fear in subtle reassurance. “Be there ay-sap. I love you so fucking much.” 

“Love you, too.” A soft click tells you that he’s on his way, probably simultaneously scrambling for his keys and shouting at his employee. 

Nearly an hour later, there’s still no sign of Eddie. Will blots the perspiration on your forehead with a cloth; out of the corner of your eye, you can see that he’s watching the clock as well. “He’ll be here,” he says as though reading your mind. Or maybe he’s scared that he’ll have to stand in for Eddie throughout the entire process. “In the meantime, I’ll flag down a nurse so we can get you that epidural.” His words are even, but his smile is uneasy, both of you well-aware that he is out of his element. Though he’ll deny it vehemently, you know you owe him. Big-time.

“Why don’t you grab yourself some food from the cafeteria?” You’d heard his stomach growling just before, and he can certainly use a break. 

Will nods, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Do you want anything?” he asks out of habit, cheeks tinged pink as you shake your dismal cup of ice chips. “Oh, right. Sorry.” He ducks out of the room as a nurse walks in. 

“Are we considering an epidural, Mrs. Munson?” she asks. Her bright smile is one you’ll be unable to return until after the pain medication takes effect. 

“Y-Yeah, please.” You shift uncomfortably while she examines you and announces that your cervix is four centimeters dilated. Part of you is relieved that labor is progressing at a pace where Eddie should arrive in time for the delivery; another part just wants this baby out of you, now. 

The nurse makes a note on your chart. “I’ll let the anesthesiologist know.” Another unreciprocated grin and she’s gone, off to poke and prod the next patient. 

Alone for a moment, you relish the quiet, save for the soft beeps of the machines you’re connected to. With great care, you caress the swell of your stomach where your son has developed from a microscopic speck to a full-term baby. 

“Your daddy will get here soon,” you murmur to your sensor-covered belly, “hopefully before you do.” You laugh for a second until another contraction squeezes you from the inside, shifting your expression from amused to pained. 

The anesthesiologist and Will arrive at the same time, the former pausing to let your impromptu birth partner enter first. He walks with more enthusiasm now that he’s eaten, though his meal threatens to reappear when he sees the doctor pull out the comically oversized needle. 

“Just lean forward,” she says to you, “you’ll feel some pressure, but once the medication kicks in, it’ll be worth it.” She offers you a kind smile before turning to Will and explaining, “you may need to help her.”

“Mhm. Sure.” Will mumbles, avoiding looking at the needle. You clasp your hand in his so you can sit up. The cool air raises goosebumps on the sliver of flesh no longer covered by the gown, but the chill is quickly replaced by a stinging sensation that has you gripping Will’s palm. You don’t realize the strength of your grasp until you hear him mutter, “ow,” but you don’t let go until the burning ceases. 

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, watching him shake out his hand. “About all of this. I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to spend your afternoon.”

He shakes his head and guides you back against the pillow. “Maybe not, but I’m glad I can be here for you.” Now that the threat of broken fingers has passed, he truly means it. 

5:46 PM. 

You’ve been in the hospital for nearly three hours, and there’s still no sign of Eddie. Will’s casually flipping through a copy of People magazine that’s so outdated, Nick Nolte was just crowned the Sexiest Man Alive. He’s visibly more relaxed now that the medication has eased your pain, chattering teeth a welcome replacement for your anguished moans.

Your concern that Eddie will miss the baby’s birth has hardened into pure fear that something has happened to him. What if he lost focus while driving and got into an accident? The weather was overcast when you’d arrived at Hawkins General; it could have started raining since then and created slippery roads, perfect for hydroplaning. The thought of him hurt while you’re unable to help him has your insides churning, and for the first time, you’re grateful for an empty stomach.

Maybe you should call Wayne and find out if he had heard from his nephew. But if he hadn’t, then both of you would be stuck worrying and answerless; even worse, if he had and didn’t want to relay bad news while you’re in such a vulnerable state–

“I’m here!” 

Relief surges through your veins, Eddie’s panting voice music to your ears. You roll from your side onto your back to see your husband standing by your bedside. Sweat drips down his temples and pools under his arms with the pungency of someone who’d just completed a marathon. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, a jacket haphazardly tossed over his shoulder and your bag clutched in his hand.

He swoops down and places his lips on yours in a series of frantic kisses, his free palm cupping your cheek as though ensuring that the moment is real. He only pulls back when you do, getting a glimpse of your face.

“Where were you?” Not an accusation, but a question threaded with genuine care. 

His nose nudges yours as he sneaks in another peck. “Did you know that Chief Hopper retired?” Your brows furrow in confusion at his non-answer to your question. “Well, he did, and the sheriff’s department decided to throw him a parade. Today. Closed off a bunch of the side streets and backed up traffic on the main ones.” He coughs out a terse laugh. “Glad I quit smoking, or my lungs would’ve given up before I hit a half-mile.”

You mull over his response for a moment before it finally clicks. “Wait…did you run here?”

He tugs at his shirt fabric in an attempt to create a breeze that will cool him down. “It was more like a walk-run combo, but…yeah.” He shrugs, no big deal. “Parked my car in a random lot and just…booked it.” His shoulder gently sag as the adrenaline from his adventure wears away. “I gotta sit.”

It’s then that he notices Will, rising from the chair and placing the gossip rag on the table beside him. “Byers, holy shit,” Eddie looks at him incredulously, “have you been here with her the whole time?”

“He has,” you answer for him, managing a grateful smile in your friend’s direction. “And I can’t thank him enough.” Will returns the gesture and pulls Eddie in for a hug, wishing you both luck before slipping out the door.

Eddie brings his full attention back to you, lacing his fingers with yours. His thumb brushes the side of your hand, bringing small but strong comfort with each gentle touch. “Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry–”

“Eds,” you interrupt before he can continue his apology, “you’re here now.”

“Yeah.” Soft, distracted, overthinking. You can practically see the gears in head spinning, His second child and the second time he’d nearly missed the birth. He clears his throat and shakes away the thought with a toss of his hair, swiping his tongue over his lower lip. “How are you feeling?” He takes in the sight of you, his wife, the most beautiful being his cynical eyes have ever seen. “You look pretty damn good for someone about to have a baby.”

You laugh. “That epidural is a miracle from above.” You’ll gladly take the chattering teeth and the itchiness over the sensation of your pelvis imploding. Eddie doesn’t share in your amusement, still focused on his own shortcomings. “Hey,” you say quietly, pulling him out of his mind with just one word. “Don’t think about the missed message or the traffic. We’re having our baby today.” You bring his hand to the apex of your stomach in the final few hours that it houses the life you two created together.

“I love you.” 

His eyes shine with emotion. He’s here, not only in this moment, but throughout the entire pregnancy. He didn’t bury himself in music or booze or other arbitrary distractions. He’d read What to Expect When You’re Expecting cover to cover, had gone to all of the doctor’s appointments, made sure to keep the kitchen stocked with your cravings and free of your aversions. He’d picked up the household chores (and delegated some to Harris) to ease your workload and wiped your tears when you’d cried while watching two squirrels play in a tree. 

You never asked him to do any of it; you never needed to. 

“I love you, too.”

It all happened so quickly. 

One minute, Eddie’s watching the monitor spike with a contraction, utterly bewildered by the power of pain medication. 

“You really can’t feel that?”

“Just some pressure, but nothing like earlier. I told you; it’s a godsend.”

After hours of strategic breathing, a plethora of ice chips, and a steady outpouring of love between you two, you’re about to tell him that you feel the urge to push. 

And then a nurse rushes in. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Munson,” he begins, urgency evident even through his calm exterior, “your baby is experiencing late heart rate deceleration. We need to begin delivery immediately.” He glances at Eddie, then at you. “I’m going to check your dilation to see if we’ll try a vaginal delivery or prepare for a cesarean birth.”

 The blood drains from Eddie’s face as he processes the information, the lighthearted energy completely zapped from the room. “Is…is she…are they…”

The nurse finishes the examination, removing his rubber glove. “Ten centimeters,” he announces. “I’ll page the doctor.”

It’s a whirlwind, with almost no time for panic to set in. The doctor and the other nurses arrive immediately, and when Eddie takes your hand, you can feel him trembling. 

He takes a deep breath, willing himself to be strong for you. Your face says it all: you’re terrified, and you need him to be your rock.

“You’ve got this, Sweetheart,” he whispers fiercely, pushing past the lump in his throat. “You’re the strongest fucking person I know, and I’m so lucky that you’re having my baby.” He kisses your forehead; out of the corner of his eye, he sees the medical staff preparing for delivery. His heart skips a beat, and the realization hits that he’s about to be a father of two.

You’re exhausted, a salty mixture of sweat and tears decorating your face. Gritting your teeth, you push while Eddie coaches you, reminding you to breathe and allowing you to swear at him without even batting an eyelash. It’s mostly a blur, with all of your energy concentrated on getting this baby out, but you vaguely recall telling him that he’s not allowed to even think about touching you again.

“Almost there,” he cheers, flashing an awestruck smile so wide that his cheeks ache. “C’mon, you can do it! Oh, my god, you’re a goddamn superhero.” 

Three giant pushes later, you hear the telltale newborn wail as a nurse coos, “Happy birthday, little man! Here’s your mama!” She gently places your tiny baby on your chest, quickly wiping off the vernix covering his body. 

“He’s here!” you manage through simultaneous laughter and cries. You carefully hold him against you, kissing the wisps of curls on his scalp. “Hi, baby boy!” Turning to Eddie, you blink away the mist coating your eyes. “We have another son,” you choke out.

He just nods, relishing in the wonder of becoming a father again. His pointer finger grazes the baby’s little half-closed fist, only looking away when the nurse asks him if he’d like to cut the umbilical cord. “Y-Yeah. Please,” he awkwardly adds, doing exactly as he’s instructed. 

As the baby is lifted from your torso to be assessed and measured, Eddie kisses you with a passion you’ve never felt before, even from him. You can see that he’s crying, too, and he wipes his cheeks haphazardly.  

“I’m so proud of you,” he says, punctuating the statement with another kiss. “I couldn’t have asked for a better mother for my kids.” His nose rubs yours tenderly. 

You smile at him. “Do you want to call Wayne? I won’t be up for visitors until the morning,” you add, “but I just want to let him know that the baby’s here, happy and healthy.”

“In a bit,” he murmurs, watching the nurse carefully swaddle his newborn son in a hospital blanket. “I just wanna hold him first.”

Eddie takes your baby from the nurse, shifting to support his head. “Hey, buddy. I’m your dad.” His body slowly sways as he rocks back and forth. “You gave us quite the scare just now. I see you’re following in your big brother’s mischievous footsteps.” He swears his heart melts when the infant opens his mouth to yawn. “Yeah, you’ve had a busy day. Same here. But it was worth it, huh?”

He wears fatherhood so naturally, so perfectly. You wish you could capture this feeling in a jar and save it forever. For now, you settle for watching him fawn over his newest son, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Eddie murmuring, “and let me tell you: you have the best mommy a kid could ever ask for.”

Morning arrives after a restless sleep. You know the nurses are just following protocol when they examine you every hour, but that doesn’t mean you have to be happy about it. 

But the next knock on the door is one that you welcome willingly. Harris and Wayne stand there, waiting for permission to enter. You smile when you notice Harris shuffling his feet and shaking his hands in an attempt to expel some excess energy. 

“Come on in,” Eddie whispers, beaming, “there’s someone very special we’d like to introduce you to.”

Harris rushes to your bedside, peering at the bundle in your arms. “My baby brother!” he squeals, jumping up and down. 

Eddie puts a finger to his lips. “He’s sleeping, so we have to be quiet, okay?” He ruffles Harris’s hair as the boy nods. “Do you wanna hold him?”

“Yeah! I mean, yeah,” Harris lowers his voice, sitting down on the bed. You scoot over, careful not to move too quickly, and he melds into your side. He’s always been small to you, but compared to his baby brother, he seems so grown up. 

“Okay, hold out your arms like this,” Eddie instructs, demonstrating the correct position, “and you’re gonna make sure to keep his head nice and safe, because he can’t hold it up on his own yet.”

Harris sports a look of concentration as you and Eddie work in tandem to place the baby in his arms. “He’s got the teeniest nose I’ve ever seen.”

Wayne laughs at this, watching his older grandson snuggle his youngest. “Does this little fella have a name yet?”

“Oh, right.” Eddie chuckles. “Gentlemen, this is Hendrix William Munson. ‘Hendrix’ after one of the most talented guitarists to grace this planet, and ‘William’ after an amazing friend and substitute birth partner.”

“Hendrix,” Harris repeats incredulously, never taking his eyes off of his brother. “I’m Harris. I talked to you when you were in Mommy’s tummy, remember?” Hendrix lets out a long exhale, like he’s acknowledging the question. “I know you’re still too little right now, but when you get big, we’re gonna play together all the time. Except when I’m at school.” He looks over at you expectantly. “Can I bring him to school with me? Like for show and tell?”

“Maybe when he’s older,” you say, lacking the bandwidth to point out the logistics of his request. 

Harris wrinkles his nose, but his expression quickly softens. “Yeah, you’re right. He can’t even do any tricks yet.”

It’s quiet for a moment, everyone focused on the two Munson boys. Surprisingly, Wayne is the one who breaks the silence. 

“You two have one beautiful family,” he muses, an arthritic finger grazing Hendrix’s blanket. “Y’should be proud of yourselves.”

Eddie gives his uncle’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Couldn’t have done it without ya, Old Man.”

Wayne knows this, accepting the compliment with a bashful grin but saying nothing further. 

Peacefulness surrounds the five of you, soft conversation seamlessly weaving its way into the calm. You can’t kid yourself; most days will be pure chaos, balancing spit-up and school plays, field trips and feeding schedules. And once Hendrix starts walking—and running—you’ll need all cylinders firing. 

But today, right now, you soak in the serenity. Just you and your boys. Your family. 

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[littlelioncub43]

Wake Up Call

Summary: Mornings were absolutely divine, especially in the company of one sweetheart of a metalhead— Eddie Munson. Even if he wasnt much of a morning person. You show him just how good a morning can be when you're together.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), fluff, blowjobs, oral sex (m receiving), morning sex, reader loves giving Eddie head, Eddie being a screamer, Eddie's morning voice, established relationship, face fucking, deep throating, crying during sex (not the reader), Eddie being a sweetheart, and a partidge in a pear tree.

Word count: I have no clue, babes, I wrote this on my phone 🥰

A/N: Holy shit. I am so self-conscious about this fic, you guys! I haven't posted a full length one-shot in so unbelievably long. I feel rusty. But! I'm posting it anyways! I still feel really good about this one. Anyway. Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, a fax, a telegram, a kindly worded email— I would really love the feedback 🥰 it's nice to be back to writing, and I hope you love it as much as I do. Ok, I'll let you go now. I love you 💖

Kisses 💋

—K

The morning was still, a simple, peaceful hush hanging over the town of Hawkins, Indiana. Birds whistled their songs in a gentle voice, the trees barely rustling in the breeze as the world dreamt a little while longer. With the sun peeking over the horizon and Wayne already en route to work, the little trailer was serenity embodied.

You'd been up for a while doing nothing in particular as you waited for dawn to break. You loved watching the sun rise from Eddie's bed, the sunlight always seemed to pure shining through his curtains. With the new light slowly filling the room, you were finally able to properly see your boyfriend. Eddie lies beside you on his back, hands tossed across his chest haphazardly, his hair tossled carelessly around his face in a halo of chocolate curls and locks. The blanket that covers you both hung low on his hips, showing off the tattoos scattered across his alabaster skin, he ran a little hot at night and the summer heat was enough for him to toss the blankets aside. Your eyes trace the lovebites you left all along his exposed throat and the scratches along his meaty shoulder, a pleasant result of last night's vigorous activities.

The familiar surge of desire floods your body at the memory of last night, it sends a shiver up your bare spine. You bring one hand to his warm chest, drawing lazy lines as you scoot closer and closer to him. A smile tugs at your lips when Eddie twitches slightly, goosebumps pricking his skin like yours. Your hand glides lower and lower, you weren't in a hurry, no. There was more than enough time in the world for you two, right now.

As your fingers brush along the light dusting of hair on his tummy, Eddie can't help but shiver. Even in his sleep, Eddie was always so responsive; aching for your touch, your kisses, your love. He rolled his head to the side, breathing peacefully as he sleeps still. You watch his face for any signs of consciousness, when you find none, you chuckle softly. Your hand teases the edge of the blanket the covers his lower half. A prominent tent rests between his legs, the sight of it has you moaning softly. Your mouth watered with a hunger you knew well, you needed to taste him.

"G'morning, Princess," a raspy voice slurs. You heard the smile in his words well before you saw it. His face was soft from his slumber, eyes puffy but warm with love, his annoyingly charming smile lazily strung across his pink lips.

"Good morning," you whisper, bringing your hand back up to cup his cheek, leaning in so your lips brush against his ever so slightly. Eddie wastes no time closing the distance between you two. Eddie hums happily into the kiss when he feels your body melting into his, your legs tangling with his, his nornally bright voice was always unbearably deep and husky in the morning. The movement of his lips on yours distracts you enough from his arms slowly capturing your waist, holding you to him. He needed his morning kiss to function.

Finally, when breathing became a priority, Eddie relaxed his head back down on the pillow with a satisfied grin. Two rough hands slid across the bareness of your back soothingly as he looked up at you, he noticed the gleam in your eyes, even in the low light of early morning. The realization of your desire made his grin grow twice as big, his cock twitching excitedly with his heart.

"Whatcha lookin' at me like that for, pretty girl?" He teases, he knows exactly what you want. He just loves hearing you say it. You bite your plump lip to suppress a smirk, your hand leaving his cheek to float down his throat and chest.

"I wanna taste you, Eddie," you purr to him, not missing the way his pupils dilate at your confession, a shiver racking his body as your fingers tease the skin at the edge of the blanket once more. Your lips descend to his collarbones, sucking at the pale skin in the way you know drives him wild. "Please?"

"F-Fuck, yes. You can taste me, Princess," he whispers as if the air was knocked from his lungs. The devious pleased giggle you make against the curve of his neck is absolutely sinful, but Eddie can't help but grin wickedly with you. He feels your kisses deepen as you dip lower and lower, your hand finally cupping his morning wood gently— you always were a little tease.

The deep groan that rumbles in Eddie's chest when your warm fist surrounds his base echoes in the brightening room. Streaks of sunshine finally cutting through the blinds to illuminate your actions perfectly. Eddie lifts his head to watch your hand stroke him beneath the blanket, the duvet shrouding your movements, making it that much more erotic.

"Oh fucking hell, that's good," he groans, his hips pushing into your hand eagerly.

"Yeah?" You taunt softly, speeding your hand up ever so slightly. A surprised yelp breaks his deep moans when your teeth nip at the black widow spider inked into his chest, you give the demon head just below it a tender kiss with a pleased giggle before dropping lower and lower. The wet kisses you leave along his body has Eddie fisting the pillow beneath his head.

He fucking loved when you sucked him off, especially since you fucking loved doing it. The way you'd drop to your knees and take him into your mouth so happily, so eagerly— Eddie was wrapped around your little finger from now until the end of time.

"Jesus Christ," he sighs when you toss the blanket down and settle between his legs. You drag your free hand down his side, still steadily jerking him off with the other. You hum at the sight of his hard, throbbing dick, your hand slowing down to appreciate the way his shaft pulses. Your mouth waters to taste the beads of salty precum that ooze from him, but instead you latch on to his twitching thigh, biting the flesh there as you continue to teasingly stroke him.

"Mmmm," you moan, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you taste his skin, the heady scent of his manhood filling your senses. The strong yet lean muscle of Eddie's thigh tenses as you inch higher and higher. As much as he wants to believe you'll finally take him into your mouth, he knows better. His guess is proved right when you switched to his neglected thigh, opting to decorate it with hickeys and bites as you did the first one.

"Fuck— Princess, please, have mercy," he groans with a smile, his hands gripping the pillow a little harder. You chuckle and answer him with a kiss to the most recent hickey you were working on. Eddie watches as you finally bring your tongue to his head, he watches the pink muscles greedily clear away the drops of precum.

"O-Oh, fuck, yes," he moans as your lips encase his tip, his eyes fluttering. Yours stay on his face, enjoying the way his eyebrows furrow and crease with pleasure. With a slack jaw, Eddie lets out the pretties sounds you've ever heard; deep, throaty moans that bubbled from the pit of his chest and echoed throughout the unclean bedroom. His words slur together as you take more of his length into you, finding a slow and steady pace to bob your head.

This happened every single time, he couldn't believe how fucking good your mouth felt. How hot, how soft, how fucking wet you were. You moan as he fills your mouth, your hand not holding his base strokes his hip and inner thigh, knowing how sensitive he was there. The shivers you get in return tell you that he loves it. The vibrations of your moan has Eddie's hips twitching, stuffing more of himself into your throat.

"F-Fuck! Fucking hell!" He curses through his teeth, his eyes shut tight as he tries to calm down.

"Mmmmm," you moan again, watching as his face contorts once more.

"Jesus!" He shouts a little louder than intended, his eyes opening only to roll as you speed up ever so slightly. The sloppy sounds of his cock slowly fucking your mouth was going to drive him crazy. "Baby, ple— a-ah!— faster! Faster, God, please, faster!"

The rawness of his voice and his begging was more than enough to convince you. With a deep breath through your nose, you speed up. Your tongue flat against the underside of his shaft to guard him from your bottom teeth, and your hand moving from his base to cup his balls. The moment your soft hand comes into contact with his aching balls, Eddie does all he can do to keep from screaming; his balled up fist shoved into his mouth.

"Ohhhhmygod!" He cries from behind his hand as you play with his balls, his body writhes uncontrollably at the onslaught of indescribable pleasure. One, two, three more bobs of your head and you've swallowed him completely, your nose brushing against the patch of dark curls at his groin and his tip nestled deep in the heat of your throat. Unable to fight it anymore, Eddie's hand leaves the pillow to grip the back on your head fiercely, an unintelligible scream pitifully muffled by his fist.

The sounds erupting from your lover above you has arousal practically spilling from your untouched cunt. Your thighs rub together with need as Eddie's thighs tremble and spread for you. The grip he has on your head limits your movements, unable to pull off more than an inch or two, at best. In quick, jerking motions, he fucks your face eagerly as he listens to you gag around him. Your eyes, clouded with tears, flutter shut, allowing yourself to lose yourself in his pleasure.

Soon, you both find a rhythm. It's fast and dirty, primal, frenzied, lustful. Perfect. Eddie's deep moans raise in pitch, now sounding like a pitiful whimpering mess. Your own moans grow in frequency, knowing he's close to blowing his load down your throat, just like you want. The twitching of his cock signals his impending high.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—!" Water gathers at his lower lashes. He couldn't help himself.

Eddie's head slowly begins to lift off the bed, his abs contracting as the pleasure mounts higher and higher, his voice suddenly gone. His hand leaves his mouth to join the other on your head, his fingers going rigid, his eyes stare up at the ceiling in an unfocused gaze, chin tilted towards the heavens as his pretty brown orbs roll and flutter uncontrollably. The smart mouth that is quick with a joke or a witty comment is left hung open in a silent scream, he holds his breath, his entire body drawing painfully taught when the pleasure is suddenly too much for him to take.

The first rope of his hot seed shoots into your throat as Eddie goes still, tears spilling over. He swears on everything holy that he's ascended to heaven, his vision is white and blinded with bursts of light as you milk him dry. You pet his hip as he cums, swallowing his seed with eager gulps, his lungs burning with the lack of oxygen. Each time your throat contracts around his length, his muscles pull tighter.

Finally, the last bit of his cum is cast out from his body. The strength quickly drains from Eddie, his grip loosens from your hair as he falls back on to the mattress, his eyes drooping shut on their own accord. You release him with a pop, gasping to catch your own breath. Through the water in your eyes, you see Eddie's relaxed face, his body limp above you.

"Eddie?" You call softly, your voice gravelly from your throat being wrecked. When you get no response, you crawl up his body, taking note of his breathing and erratic heartbeat. He's out cold.

You can't help but laugh a little before gently petting his sweaty head, brushing his bangs off his sticky forehead. Eddie comes back to you softly tapping his cheek, his ears ring like a bitch but he can hear your melodious voice over the din.

"Eddie, baby, wake up, come on, open your eyes for me, honey," you sound far away, but your words get clearer and clearer. The first thing he sees is your relieved smile, and he just can't help but tiredly smile back. "Hi, there, handsome. You ok?"

"Huh-huh," he grumbles from deep in his chest, speaking was far too complicated for him right now. You had well and truly sucked him stupid. Sleepily, he nuzzles into your hand that now cradles his cheek.

"Ready for a nap, big boy?" You coo and pull the blanket over you both. He hums an affirmative and weakly slings an arm around your waist, holding you close to him. On instinct, you bury your face into his neck as you settle in beside him.

A nap couldn't hurt.

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Headcanon: Eddie cannot get over how he can make you come over and over just by rubbing.

Warnings: 18+ only, an inordinate amount of clit rubbing, overstimulation, mentions of a safe word but it isn’t used, we get right into it under the cut. 

Word Count: ~1,580

"I love playing with your clit,"

You watch his hand between your legs in the mirror, mouth open and drooling. 

The image of you, slumped against Eddie’s chest, is framed by posters and memorabilia in the space where his guitar would normally be. It's resting by your side on the bed where he'd left it before pulling you between his legs and flipping your skirt up. Your pretty cotton panties that he'd barely managed to drag down before getting at your pussy are still wrapped, wet and crumpled, around your right calf.

"Before you," Eddie continues, his fingers still rubbing relentless circles on your clit. The calluses built by guitar strings catch perfectly on the sensitive button, smoothed by the slick pouring from your cunt. "I thought it was this extra thing you could do to get a girl off while fucking her. Like when you get your tongue on my balls." Your thighs start to shake. Your grip on Eddie's forearm tightens but it’s like he doesn't even feel it, movements relentless. "But it's like, you don't even really need my cock."

"I need your cock," you protest in a quiet little whine. Eddie grins at you in the mirror. He grips your chin, tilts your head so he can lean down and give you a sweet kiss on your warm cheek. All the while, your body is writhing desperately against his chest and his hand. 

"I mean, fuck,” he laughs breathlessly in you ear, shaking his head, eyes wide with amusement. “I just give this tiny thing a little rub," he changes his movements, back and forth at an angle, sending your hips flying as you cry out again, getting dangerously close to another moment of blinding pleasure. "And your whole body- it’s mine. Like you'd let me do anything to you if I just promised to touch you here."

"I would let you do anything to me, Eddie," you promise, voice getting higher.

"Not really my point, sweetheart," he says, smiling a little sardonically. "But that’s okay. This head was empty the second I made you cum the first time."

You groan, the little bit of degradation pushing you over, the sharp raw feeling of your clit sending pleasure through your cunt and the rest of your body. You smack the mattress at your side, nails digging into his arm but he doesn't fucking stop, just goes back to circling your swollen clit.

"Just like that," he breathes, grinding his hard cock into your back. "Fucking look at you."

You look like you're in pain. Your clit is raw with overstimulation, your legs tired from kicking and shaking. There's tears building in your eyes, blurring the image of the two of you on his bed. You can still make out his smile. 

"It hurts," 

"Thought you said you'd let me do anything to you."

You whine. "I can't come anymore, Eddie."

He hums a little in your ear, eyes dark on yours in the mirror. He does that grin of his, really a cheeky purse of his lips, and tilts his head a little. "Well, you say that but, I mean-"

Eddie's left hand is down by his right now, spreading the sodden lips of your cunt open with his ringed fingers in a V. His right hand gives your clit a good slap, the sound of your wetness overtaking the sound of spanked skin. You wail, legs kicking. Eddie brings his own legs, still covered with his jeans, over yours, forcing them open with his calves tucked inside yours.

He gives you more quick rubs, your body tensing when he draws back, ready for the crack of pleasure-pain. He rains down quick little smacks. Your hips grind against his cock as your body tries desperately to get you away from the pain and towards the pleasure at the same time. 

You cry his name, and come again with tears running down your cheeks, feeling the hot gush of wetness from your cunt, covering your thighs and Eddie's hand, leaking down to his well used sheets. They’ll smell of you, just as much as they do him, now. 

Eddie settles his broad hand firmly on your pussy, not moving, just giving you the soothing warmth of him against your sore cunt. 

"No more," you plead, turning your face to his chest, seeking comfort from the very person who'd made you feel so sore and filthy. 

Eddie presses a firm kiss to the top of your hair, barely pressing the heel of his palm against the top of your cunt, but you’re so sensitive that the tears start building again. You sniffle against his chest and Eddie shushes you gently.

“I want one more from your little clit,” he tells you earnestly. “Just one more, sweetheart, I promise.”

Your quiet sob has him cooing, blowing softly to spread cool air over your heated, sweaty face. He lets you rub your cheek against the soft, worn cotton of his t-shirt, burying your nose against his chest to smell smoke and boy. “Cross your heart?” You mumble, tears still tracking. You look up at his big, doe eyes. Behind the mischief, they’re all love and sweet attention, making your heart flutter.

The hand that isn’t pressed to your twitching cunt draws a cross over his chest. 

“Wan’ a kiss,” you say, feeling a little desperate for him, wanting some softness before you let him ruin you completely. 

The kiss he gives you is warm and wet, tastes of Eddie-Eddie-Eddie. You mewl happily, settling yourself back into his broad chest. Eddie hums a laugh at the feeling of you relaxing in his arms. “S’fucking sweet,” he mumbles against your lips, pulling away. His cock twitches at the sight of the spit that connects your lips with his, and he cleans some of the drool from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. 

You make to lean your head back on his shoulder, but Eddie’s shuffling both of you forward toward the edge of his bed. When your feet touch the floor, your body collapses, legs unprepared and shaky. Eddie hauls you up before you can hit the ground, one arm wrapped over your chest, the other your waist as he shuffles you towards that space in the mirror for the two of you. 

He’s laughing at the unsteady steps he’s forcing you to take, cooing his faux apology with an exaggerated pout. “Eddie,” you say, worried by his intentions. “Need it gentle.”

He scoffs, presses his foot to your calf to get your legs wide for him, runs his arm up your torso to hold your skirt to your stomach. He’s patronising you when he says, “I know what you need.”

Eddie presses two rough fingers to your sore button, and rubs in long horizontal stripes that you can hear from your soaked cunt like stepping in a puddle. 

His name comes in a long, pained sound. The edges of your swollen clit raw and protesting while he flicks it back and forth. You watch it all happen in the mirror, his left hand, ringed and broad, clasping the heaviness of one of your tits, the other moving in a pale blur between your legs. 

Eddie’s gaze, wild and excited, is intent on that place. You can feel his cock twitching through his pants against your back, the subtle movements of his hips secondary for him, compared to making you feel this. 

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. 

You could get him to stop, if you wanted. Just cry red and Eddie would have you hauled up in his arms, lying back on his bed, receiving all the sweet kisses and praises your tender heart could want. 

But you’d lose what he’s building you towards, what he wants so much to give you. 

So you just beat your hand against his hip, your body thrashing and pushing to try and end this painful incline. 

“Come on,” Eddie breathes, his soft hair tickling your shoulder. And that’s enough.

It’s numb. Your clit is numb, and then it’s burning and something snaps and it feels like it’ll never stop. The blinding, sickening pleasure concentrated in that one tiny spot that now rules your whole body. Your hole clenches wildly, the emptiness nothing compared to the euphoria of what’s happening at the top of your pussy.

Even as Eddie’s fingers slow to a stop, cupping the hot flesh, it keeps coming, peaks and troughs of tingling pleasure in your clit as if he’s still playing with it. 

“Look at you,” he laughs.

You’re legless, leaning your whole weight on him, the relief that he’s finished overwhelming. You feel so good, sticking it out for him, letting him take you further than you thought you could go. 

Only, Eddie’s thick fingers are circling your hole. When he sinks the longest inside, he has to tighten the arm around your waist to keep you, practically jumping to get away, against his body. 

“You promised!” You cry, feeling the rough pads of his fingers rubbing deep in your gooey cunt. 

“Said one more from your clit.” He smacks a kiss to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, licks the sweat that’s built there. Eddie’s big eyes find yours in the mirror. “Now I want a couple from this perfect spot inside that makes you gush all over me.”

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The Morning After

Eddie Munson x Reader (1.3k)

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Summary: You try to sneak out the morning after sleeping with your best friend, Eddie because you think he will regret it.

Warnings: suggestive themes (mentions of sex), slight angst, insecure!reader, mentions of alcohol, misunderstanding

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This is not your room.

This is not your bed.

That is, however, your clothes littered on the floor.

That is your best friend, sleeping next to you, equally as naked as you are.

You are never drinking again.

Running a hand through your hair, you begin to curse yourself. You’re trying to remember the events that took place the last night, pieces of memories coming together hazily.

You had turned up to Eddie’s trailer, upset and in need of comfort and reassurance. You had yet another failed date and you were feeling like shit about yourself. When you thought about the last time you genuinely felt happy, of course, your best friend of seven years was the first person to come to mind.

What you didn’t plan on was the pair of you getting wasted and hooking up.

Sure, the reason the dates were failing was that you were head over heels for your best friend. But your drunk brain decided to go for the kiss and let fate take over the rest.

“Fuck, fuck,” You murmured to yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was wake Eddie up with your panic.

Did Eddie just feel sorry for you? Did he just feel obligated to go through with something with you because he believed you couldn’t handle another failed experience with a boy?

That had to be it.

During the seven years of friendship, Eddie had never shown any interest that wasn’t platonic. He was flirty but that was just Eddie, right?

You had to get out of there.

You quickly dressed as quietly as you could. The last thing you wanted was to face Eddie. You wouldn’t be able to handle seeing the look of regret etched onto his face.

Eddie would never actively go for someone like you. You’re his best friend. The one stable thing, apart from Uncle Wayne, that he had in his life and you had screwed that up for him.

You spared a glance at Eddie. He was still seemingly asleep. He looked peaceful, you could’ve sworn there was a slight smile on his lips. You tried your hardest to try to remember him this way.

Maybe Eddie wouldn’t want to see you anymore after this. Would he do that?

You couldn’t begin to think about it. You pushed yourself out of the room, sending a thank you to whoever upstairs made sure that this event happened the day Uncle Wayne wasn’t home from the night shift yet.

Stepping out of the trailer, you closed the door as quietly as you could. You cringed when it made a loud squeak.

“Please don’t wake up,” You whispered. You would cross your fingers if your hands weren’t shaking so badly.

You waited a minute to see if you could hear any movement in the trailer, trying to determine whether to make a run for it or not. Once you were sure the coast was clear, you turned to leave, freezing when you caught the eyes of one of Eddie’s neighbours.

Maxine. You recognised her as one of Dustin’s friends. You had seen her around him a few times in town.

You put your hand up in an awkward wave to which she raised an eyebrow at you in reply before she made her way into her trailer. You were just praying she didn’t decide to call up Dustin to let him know that she had witnessed his babysitter doing the walk of shame.

Guess today wasn’t your day.

You stopped in your tracks once you felt the cold water drop land on your arm.

Yeah. Today wasn’t looking up apparently.

Looks like you get to enjoy a nice walk home in the rain. Fantastic. Just fantastic.

“You’re still here.”

You almost jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice. He had always been good at sneaking up on people. Of course, it helps when you’re zoned out, focusing on the horror of a day you’ve been having. It doesn’t look like it’s even 9 AM yet.

“Yeah,” You let out an awkward laugh, turning to face him but making a conscious effort not to make eye contact, “Was just about to head off.”

He was now dressed. His hair was a mess from his sleep and their night together. If you closed your eyes, you could probably still imagine how it felt to run your fingers through it.

“Run away, don’t you mean?” Eddie questioned. You hadn’t heard it before but there was no mistaking the hurt in his tone. You finally met his gaze.

“I’m not running away,” You replied.

Eddie scoffed, “Okay, so what is this then?”

He raised a hand to gesture to you standing outside his trailer. You could practically feel your throat go dry.

“I didn’t let anyone know I wasn’t coming home last night. I don’t want to worry anyone,” You told him. It wasn’t a total lie but it wasn’t the whole truth. You just didn’t want to own up to the fact that you were ferried that if you stayed around Eddie any longer, you would start apologising.

“Just because I’m yet to graduate high school doesn’t mean that I’m that dumb,” Eddie shot back. You opened your mouth and then closed it before taking a deep breath.

“I know you’re not dumb.”

“So tell me the truth,” Eddie leaned his back against the entry of the trailer.

“I didn’t want to face you,” You admitted.

“And why’s that?” Eddie countered.

“I didn’t want to see you mad at me. I didn’t want to stand here and do exactly what we are doing right now because it’s mortifying. I get that it means I’m running away from my problems but from where I’m standing right now, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” You stated with a shake of your head.

“You’re that embarrassed?” Eddie quizzed. You let out a scoff.

“I’m sorry that last night happened. I get that you regret it, okay? We don’t need to have this conversation. You don’t feel that way about me. End of story,” You told him.

Eddie’s eyes widened a fraction before laughing loudly at you. You have never been a violent person but right now? You wanted to clock him.

“Can you stop laughing at me?”

“You beautiful idiot,” Eddie laughed, running a hand down his face. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Are you complimenting me or insulting me?” You asked. Eddie shook his head in disbelief before taking a step closer to you.

“Both,” He replied before cradling your face in his hand and pressing his lips to yours. Your brain was going haywire because what the fuck?

His lips were so soft. Somehow softer than they were last night and you couldn’t help but completely melt into him.

Before you remembered.

“Wait,” You pulled away from him, his lips already trying to chase yours, “I don’t understand.”

Eddie laughed, his hand going to your cheek again to ensure you looked him in the eyes.

“I thought you regretted last night,” Eddie said.

“Why the fuck would I- Oh.”

You were both idiots.

“So… you don’t regret it?” You questioned.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been in love with you since we were kids,” Eddie informed, beginning to trail kisses down your neck, your eyes fluttering close at the feeling, “The only thing I regret is that I don’t remember everything.”

You pulled away with a smile, reaching for his hand and tugging him back towards the opened door of his trailer.

“I say we get a do-over.”

Eddie’s lips curled into a grin before wrapping his arms around your waist to hoist you over his shoulder to get you back into his room faster.

“What are we waiting for then?”

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Drunk On You - Eddie Munson x Reader Smut 18+

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Warnings - eating out, fingering, piv sex, biting, hickeys, overstimulation, eddie being a little shit, me not having this beta or proof read, this being completely self indulgent, porn without plot, porn right out of the gate, slightly pussy drunk eddie munson

Word count - 2.3k

A/N - i dont even think i can say anything, i just love the idea of pussy drunk eddie and i desperately needed to write something :) and a little two post day for you all

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Hot salty tears spilled from your eyes and onto your cheeks. Your makeup which had been applied so carefully this morning was not smudged and speared all over your face.

Mascara running down the length of your cheeks with the tears. Chest heaving desperately trying to pull oxygen into your lungs.

Your vision was heavy with stars and your brain was foggy with the post orgasm oxycontin cloud. Your hair splayed across the pillow like a halo.

Eddie showed no sign of slowing down his movements, his lips and tongue viciously attacking your now very swollen and drenched pussy.

One of his hands firmly grips your thigh, forcing you to hold them open for him. The metal rings he wore dug into your soft flesh so hard you worried he might leave permanent marks along your skin. The other one was linked with yours, rubbing soft circles against the back of your hand.

Your thighs were a mess, decorated with a sleuth of hickeys and faint bitemarks.

Eddie ran his tongue over your clit once more, making your hips involuntary buck upwards towards him. He used his lips to latch onto your clit, sucking at it ever so gently just to be able to hear your reaction.

There were no words spilling from your lips, you were far beyond that stage. All you could do was moan and whimper, any sound you made was completely unintelligible. Eddie thought you looked so pretty like this. So totally ruined and with your skirt hiked up above your hips. The sight of you drove him crazy, he just wanted more of you.

He moved his hand from your thigh, letting two of his fingers gently circle your sloppy and wet entrance, only making you cry louder from the additional stimulation. He looked up, carefully checking he wasn’t pushing you too far and squeezed your hand. You weakly squeezed it back letting him know you were ok. His hand gave you a lifeline while your other hand was desperately grabbing onto the bed sheets.

His fingers slipped into you so easily, you were totally soaked, providing enough slock for Eddie’s fingers to push all the way inside of you. He groaned against your cunt, feeling your wetness around his fingers.

You were so sensitive already from your two previous orgasms, he knew you probably wouldn’t be able to last very long. Slowly he started to move his fingers, thrusting them into you at a painstakingly slow pace, trying to once more build your high.

Eddie’s tongue was still lapping away at your folds and clit. His jaw was starting to ache and threatening to lock up, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop. His fingers slipped over your g-spot and she cried louder, hips rocking against him practically grinding against his face. Had it not felt so good she might have been embarrassed.

Eddie groaned at your reaction, his own hips grinding down against the bed, cock rock hard and straining against the fabric of his boxers and jeans.

“You gonna cum for me again sweetheart?” Eddie murmured against your soaked cunt, the vibrations sending you into a crazed frenzy, and you felt that familiar pit starting to build in your stomach as he worked you over. He wanted you to cum again so bad, desperate to see your face scrunched up and your body convulsing in pleasure, knowing that he could make you do that gave him a different kind of high. “Gonna be good for me and give me another one? I know you can do it.”

His words of encouragement only edged you on further, and you could feel his fingers speed up, rubbing up against your g-spot with each desperate movement of his hand. Eddie noticed your breaths picking up and sporadically clenching around his fingers. Your body was screaming for release, desperate for any kind of relief.

“C’mon pretty girl cum for me, just let go, let me see you cum for me.” His words were what did it for you, giving you the final encouragement you needed to tip over the edge. Tears were clouding your vision as the orgasm washed over you, thighs desperately trying to close and quivering ever so slightly.

You looked so beautiful as you came Eddie swore he could cum in his pants right then and there.

A string of moans and whimpers of his name and curses fell from your lips between heavy and hitched breaths. More tears kept spilling from your eyes as you came. It was pure torture, but it felt so good you never wanted the feeling to end.

Eddie didn’t stop his movements as you came. Gently working you through your orgasm, dragging it out as much as he could.

As you came down from your high your thighs were shaking around his head and your hand moved from the sheets and through his curly hair, desperately trying to pull him away from where you were so very sensitive.

His other hand was still linked with yours, squeezing it gently to make sure you were ok.

When Eddie finally pulled away you could see your juices and slick covering his lips and chin. Even seeing some on his shirt, and you didn’t dare think about the mess you had created out of the sheets.

If you weren’t exhausted maybe you would have been embarrassed of the mess you had made, but you couldn’t do anything but lie still trying to recover from your latest orgasm.

“How many was that?” His voice was quiet, calm, and sickeningly sweet. Eddie’s hand moved to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him as he spoke. Patiently waiting for your answer. “T-three.” You managed to croak out between desperate gasps for air.

“You did so good for me.” Eddie praised and kissed your cheeks, letting his tongue run over her tears, enjoying the salty taste of them. “Such a beautiful mess for me, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

His eyes were so dark from where he was looking at you through his heavy eyelashes.

“Breathe.” Eddie practically ordered before pulling out his fingers. She whined loudly and tried to involuntarily close as he removed his fingers from her sopping heat. He hovered his fingers over her lips, signalling you to open up which you did without any protest, shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Taste how sweet you taste darling?” Eddie sighed as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingers, tasting yourself off them. “See why I can never get enough of you?”

When Eddie got like this you knew you were in for it and a couple of days of struggling to sit down. “Absolutely obsessed.” He whispered as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

“You think you can handle one more for me?” His question was genuine, he wasn’t going to force or push you into anything you didn’t want to or couldn’t handle. Regardless of how much he so desperately wanted to fuck you.

The erection in his pants only got worse with each second that passed. He was aching to be inside of you. “Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?” He teased and cupped your heat in his hand.

You nodded slowly, trying to brace yourself for what you knew was going to come next. Even though you were exhausted and completely fucked out, a part of you wanted to feel him completely filled inside of you.

“You’re going to need to say it, pretty girl.” His words combined with the summer heat was going to make her melt. “Please.” Your voice was still breathless and heavy with exhaustion. “Please what?”

You knew he wasn’t going to do anything without your expressed consent. “Please fuck me Eddie.” You looked up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could manage.

He did not need any more encouragement. Quickly shuffling off the bed and tearing off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in his room to be forgotten. Eddie kicked off his jeans, which were shortly followed by his boxers. Letting the length of him spring free against his stomach.

It didn’t take long before he was back on the bed hovering over her. Reaching into his nightstand to grab a condom and rolling it down his erection. Wasting no time Eddie swiped himself through your folds a couple of times. Gathering up your spilled juices from your previous orgasms.

The friction against your still sensitive cult sent jolts of electricity through your body, making you twitch with anticipation. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last long, and based on Eddie’s desperation he wasn’t either.

With a final breath Eddie pushed himself into your messy heat, hissing slightly as he did. “Still so fucking tight for me.” He whispered, mostly speaking to himself.

He paused for a second when he bottomed out, letting his hips still against yours for a moment to simply appreciate the feeling of you around him. While you struggled to even think as he split you open. You were so full with him it was impossible to do anything but just take him in. He was everything and anything you could focus on.

Eddie shot you a quick glance with questioning eyes, silently asking if he could start moving. “Yeah-” You nodded frantically. “Please Eds.”

He used one arm to keep himself up, the other hand hooked under your knee, hiking your thigh up to your stomach, helping the angle as he slowly started thrusting. Knowing he had to keep a slow pace if he wanted either of you to last.

You were his own personal heaven that he loved to get lost in. And you were still so tight tight regardless of how many orgasms he gave you, or how many times he fucked you.

“Just like that, so good, you feel so good sweetheart- fuck-” Small praises continiously fell from his lips, he needed something to ground him. Eddie simply could not help himself when he got like this. All he wanted to do was pound the living daylights out of you, to hear you scream his name as he felt you orgams over and over again on his cock.

He just loved you so much that when left to his own devices and wicked thoughts he could spend hours simply exploring and toying with your body. He loved making you feel good, and he loves the praises which spilled from your lips when he did.

His eyes were closed shut and his eyebrows knitted together as he focused on maintaining a seedy pace. Moaning loudly in your ear every time he bottomed out.

Your hands were clawing at his back, nails scratching up his pale skin, turning it flaming red. Eddie feverishly pressed kisses to your lips and jaw, drawing out every sick sound he could out of you. It was the best music he had ever heard.

“You take me so well, fuck-” Eddie opened his eyes and they fixated themselves on where his body met yours, seeing his cock repeatedly slipping in and out of you was a special kind of drug that he was hooked on.

Your brain was far beyond being able to answer him, your bottom lip bit tightly between your teeth. More tears spilling from your eyes. The feeling of Eddie quickly threatened to become too much for you to handle.

He had worked you over so many times already and the feeling of him filling you so perfectly was the sweetest kind of torture you could think of. And it rapidly had you building towards another release.

Your entire body was begging for him to touch you in any way, desperate to be as close to him as you possibly could. Your hands moved to his hair, knowing that it was his weakness. Fingers grabbing onto the roots of his hair and tugging as hard as you could. Signalling that you weren’t going to last. “Awe, you want to cum again already?” His tone was a little taunting, and you just knew he was loving seeing you so desperate and needy for him. “You want to cum with me princess?”

Eddie didn’t bother to wait for your response, he was frantically searching for his own release. His hips slamming against yours at an increasingly faster pace. Fingers finding your still puffy clit and rubbing sloppy circles to it, he was so determined to make her come for him one last time.

And it didn’t take long before they both found themselves falling over that familiar edge once more. Eddie continued to fuck her through their orgasms, never letting his hips still, determined to draw out the feeling for as long as possible. Your lips found his, both of them moaning desperately into the kiss as they came. Both of them were covered in a layer of sweat.

“Thank you.” Eddie kissed her jaw and whispered against your skin, his slightly chapped lips scraping at your skin. “Did so well for me, such a good job.”

Eddie pulled out of her and quickly tied off the condom, tossing it in the trash can before collapsing on the bed next to her. Both of them breathing heavily, feeling the exhaustion settling into your bodies as you laid on Eddie's bed.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you tightly to his chest and letting you stay there until your breaths had calmed down. His fingers gently running over your back and playing with your hair trying to soothe her as best he could.

“You ok?” Eddie pulled away just enough that he could see your face, you were still a mess and in a desperate need of a shower. “Yeah- yeah I’m ok.” Her voice was so soft, almost fragile and her eyes were heavy with sleepiness. He trusted you so much to tell him if he was too rough.

“You did so well for me.” He whispered and pressed his lips to her forehead, just holding her close. “So proud of you.” She just barely managed to hear what he said, already dozing off in the tight embrace of his arms.

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this is from buck is an idiot fic im writing rn <33 i wanted to finish it today and post but its not looking good so im probably gonna post tomorrow.

Just then, before a full protest can fall from Buck's lips, ‘Cowboy Take Me Away’ by The Chicks starts blasting through the ambulance, filling the space with the cheesy tune.

Buck's cheeks flush and he sits up a little straighter, stifling an embarrassing whimper as he reaches his hand out and makes a grabbing gesture with his fingers.

“That's, uh— my phone. Can you hand it over?”

“We need to take you to a hospital. And clean your wound. And—”

“Just give me my damn phone, man.” Buck most definitely does not whine.

Pain is still washing over him in waves and his abdomen feels like it's burning from inside out— although the intensity of it is slowly, oh so slowly, fading away as the seconds pass. Or maybe the blood loss is making Buck too dizzy and weak to notice. Whatever.

When Adams reluctantly passes the phone over, Buck takes a deep breath before answering, only hissing a little when the slight movement makes the gash in his abdomen sting with a sharp pinch.

His thumb shakes and it takes him a couple of tries before he finally answers the call, just as its about to send Eddie to voicemail.

“Hey, man. What's up?”

Buck tries to make his voice sound calmed and unbothered, casual— and he thinks he mostly succeeds if the paramedics' annoyed and unamused stares are anything to go by.

“Hey, Buck. Are you busy right now?” Eddie's voice sounds strained and has an edge to it, that immediately has Buck frowning with worry and concern.

“Uh,” Buck looks down at his exposed abdomen where blood is still, even if slow and thin, gushing out of his wound. The skin around it looking red and… not good at all. “Nah, man. I'm not doing anything, why? Is Chris okay?”

“He's fine. We're fine.” Eddie sighs and Buck can picture the man pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration so well that it's like he's right in front of Eddie, watching him instead of just on the phone with him. “He's just really testing my patience today. Turns out there's a bake sale at his school tomorrow for a trip? And he has to take fifty cupcakes.”

“Ah,” Buck nodes. ignoring Miller and Adam's raised eyebrows. “Say no more. I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“You're panting. Are you sure you're not busy?”

“I went for a run, but it's okay. I'm done with it anyway.”

“Oh,” Buck can't be sure, but Eddie sounds… disappointed? But then he's talking again, and Buck pushes that little moment to the back of his mind. “Can you swing by the grocery store too? We need ingredients.”

Buck looks down at his wound one more time and sighs. “Sure. I can totally do that.”

“Thanks, man. See you in a bit?”

“Yeah, see you soon.”

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#my writing #my wips #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie wip #buddie fic #911 wip #911 fic #buck x eddie #911 abc #911 on abc

[fuctacles]

Touching tiddies is an 8th level spell, and I'm at a measly 3

"suck" | 480 | for @steddiemicrofic | Rated M | no cw | tags: transfem!Steve, mommy kink

"Wanna touch them?" she asked, surprising herself. Like some horny demon possessed her for a second. But in the face of Eddie's blank gaze, she pressed on. "It's okay, Robin did too."

His expression even worsened after that.

"Uh, actually. Are you and Robin, like…"

Stevie frowned.

"I thought we were past that. What the fuck?"

"Well, yeah-! But-!" Eddie flailed to explain himself. "Now you're a girl so maybe…" he shrugged.

Stevie couldn't help the sour expression her face twisted into.

"Maybe if we met now. But I needed her to realize shit about myself, so," she smiled. "I think we were meant to be sisters."

Eddie smiled back.

"So, do you want to? Because I'm getting kinda cold."

He bit his lip.

"Would that mean we are sisters too?"

There was no hiding the disappointment on her face.

"If you want to."

"I don't," he answered quickly, catching her gaze. "Is that okay?"

She nodded, and finally, with a lot of hesitance, he reached out.

"Can't believe the first tiddies I ever touch are trans tiddies."

"Disappointed?"

"Honoured," he corrected. "Pretty sure that's skipping some levels. Like casting an 8th level spell while being on 3rd."

She snorted because, of course, he turned it into a nerd thing to cover his nervousness.

The movement dislocates the finger grazing the edge of her areola and sends it rubbing across her nipple. She inhales sharply and presses her lips together.

"Sorry, they are super sensitive now," she said.

"Damn, and here I was hoping you were happy to see me."

"I always am."

Stevie reaches out for his other hand to put it on her chest. He holds his breath. Flexes his fingers oh so delicately, like he could still pretend it was just a twitch of his muscles.

She presses harder, and Eddie finally takes the hint. She smiles, soft and pleased, and asks:

"Wanna suck them?"

Eddie's brain blanks.

"C'mon, don't you?"

He nods, it's all he can do. It's hesitant, worried she could take it back any moment.

She let go of one of his hands and grasped the back of his head, putting just a little bit of pressure, but he went easily, falling forward into her chest, lapping the salt off her skin. He pressed the flat of his tongue to her nipple and she let out a shuddering breath.

"Don't be shy," she encouraged.

Finally, he closed his lips around one of her small tits and started sucking.

"A-ah! Yes, like that. My sweet boy," she praised, cradling his head. He whined around her. "Doing so good for mommy."

Eddie froze. Before she could take it back, he doubled down, pushing her back onto the couch, hands and mouth working on ravishing her chest.

"Oh, we like that? Like being momma's good boy?"

Maybe there were more perks to transition than she first thought.

#stevie harrington #transfem stevie #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #mine #steve harrington #ff #st #steddie fanfiction #stranger things 4 #steddie microfic #steddiemicroficoctober #this is going to be a full one shot eventually #bc ive attempted this FOUR TIMES #everytime went overboard with words #cj x steddiemicrofic #stevierything

[taintedcigs]

My request is more reader teasing dom Eddie until he breaks hehe

✦ SUCH A TEASE | e. munson x reader ✦

wc: 3.4k

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! p in v, dom/sub elements, dom!eddie, sub!reader, bj, or*l (both receiving), use of the nickname 'master' lmaoo, kind of a breeding kink??, praising, degradation (name-calling etc), mean!soft!eddie JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: you tease dom!eddie to the point where he snaps and fcks u till u see the stars.

authors note: HERE U GO NONNIE!! hope i did ur request justice <33 also tthank u guys for getting my other hc to 2k notes!!! ily all, and i love this concept so i'd love to do more!! lmk if u want more like this or all ur requests and any of ur feedbacks pls send me an ask abt anything ily all <3

You had been teasing him all day, all fucking day, and you knew he would snap soon enough.

It started with you holding his gaze as you licked your ice cream, whining as it spilled all over your fingers, and you sucked your fingers, hollowing your cheeks while looking up innocently at him, but knowing your intentions were anything but.

You could feel him tense up, especially his pants tightened when you offered him your finger to try some of your ice cream, giggling innocently when his eyes darkened at your actions.

It got worse when you sat on his lap when the two of you were hanging out with Steve and Robin, Scoops Ahoy booth offered you enough space to sit on, but you preferred Eddie’s lap to make sure you could tease him beyond his point.

You giggled and shifted in your place, a lot, that Eddie kept clearing his throat to make you stop, but you paid no mind, keeping your movements, as you turned your attention to him. “Is everything okay, Eds?” You hummed sweetly, your eyes were soft as you hid your smirk, and his gaze was intense, you knew you were getting to him.

He couldn’t hold his reactions when you kept rubbing on him, and he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear when you started soaking him through his pants, his mind went blank after that, he needed to get you home, as soon as possible, so he could fuck the brat out of you.

He almost groaned when you shifted your ass against his cock, still taking kitten licks from the ice cream and acting as if you couldn’t feel the way his hard cock was pressing up against your folds and your ass, you just giggled, turning your attention to Steve and Robin.

But Eddie was really close to losing it, he couldn’t handle your teasing anymore, and he was getting annoyed with your bratty attitude, he needed to teach you a lesson, and he needed to do it now.

His breaking point wasn’t when you bent down extra low to pick up something you had dropped, giving Eddie a full view of your ass and your pussy, and he looked around to make sure no one had seen what he just saw, he started stuttering when he cleared his throat, you were going way out of line and he was ready to drag you home.

So when he harshly pulled you back to sit on his lap, you gasped innocently, “You okay, Eds?” You murmured sweetly, giving him doe eyes as your hands rested on his face.

He knew what you were up to, and he would make sure you would get punished for this, so his gaze was dark and filled with lust as he just murmured. “Wait till we get home, sweets.” And you could feel your thighs dampening with the excitement of what he would do to you.

A few moments passed after your last teasing and you knew Eddie needed that final little push to drag your ass back to his trailer and fuck you into oblivion.

You hid your smirk when the idea popped into your head, Eddie just slowly eyed you as he did this entire day, he was curious about what you were about to do next.

“Stevie, what flavor is your ice cream?” You hummed sweetly, gazing up at Steve and Eddie’s grip on you tightens with just the nickname of ‘Stevie’ alone, you know you have him right where you wanted.

“Mint Chocolate Chip.” Steve almost stutters over his words when you’re giving him those eyes, he knows you are Eddie’s girl but he also knows how gorgeous you are, and he can’t help but be flustered.

Eddie’s gaze is more than intense as he gives Steve deathly stares. “Mmmm, I love mint chocolate chip.” You giggle, but you make sure to rub your ass further in Eddie’s hard-on, which earns you a little slap on your thighs from Eddie, who is telling you that you are trying his luck.

You still pay no mind, as Steve offers you his ice cream, you nod excitedly, but as Steve is about to hand you his cup, you offer something that you know will drive Eddie crazy.

“Nooo…” You whine, Eddie’s grip on your waist is so tight that the pain brings you pleasure now. “Can you feed it to me, Stevie?” You bat your eyelashes at him on purpose, and Steve is left stunned, he blinks twice to make sure, and he gulps as he tries to hand you a spoon of ice cream.

Eddie grip tightens further and the look he is giving Steve could kill him. “Alright, Stevie boy.” His voice is louder than before and you almost flinch, and Steve stands frozen. “Don’t you two have some work to do, you know considering all of those customers.” Eddie points towards people who are impatiently waiting.

“Oh, shit.” Robin and Steve curse at the same time as they quickly get up. “You two work whatever it is you got going on.” Robin almost chuckles as she points between the two of you. “And Steve stop flirting with Y/N, let’s goo…” She drags Steve out before he can respond to what she just said.

Robin’s words alone make Eddie’s jaw clench, he knows what you are doing is on purpose, to get him to fill you to the brim, make you cum till you see the stars. But Steve flirting back makes him want to fuck you right on this booth as you repeat Eddie’s name like a mantra, he wants you to tell Steve, that you are Eddie’s and his only. He wants Steve to see when you cry out on his cock, begging for more, begging to cum.

He stands up suddenly, after gently pushing you to aside, even when he’s supposed to be angry at you, he can’t help but be gentle with you.

“We’re going.” He announces a little loudly, and you gulp, knowing that you got him right where you wanted.

He doesn’t turn back to face you when he gets to his car. The ride is silent and you do your best to suck up to him, to make sure he doesn’t edge you too far today. “Your hair looks good, Eds.” You murmur expecting him to at least reply with a grunted “Thanks.” But he doesn’t he just gives you a harsh look and then focuses back on the road.

You pout as you try to keep complimenting him, but he never replies, growing frustrated you huff again.

Then, you know something that will get his attention again, you hum quietly as your hand makes its way toward Eddie’s pants, at first, he doesn’t even give you a glance, his eyes are on the road, and you start rubbing his bulge through his pants, and you swear you hear him groan a few times, but then you slip your hands inside of his pants, getting past the way of his boxers, and when your soft hands gently rub his hard cock, he utters his first words.

“Y/N.” His voice is stern, he turns his attention to you and you continue pouting at him. “Hmm?” You hum gently, and pick up your pace as you give his cock a few jerks, swiping the pre-cum on his red tip. He hisses. “Stop with the fucking teasing, Y/N.” He turns his attention to you, his beautiful brown eyes are fully darkened, and you can feel yourself growing wetter just at the thought.

Without saying anything you suddenly bent over to his side, lowering his pants more to get better access to his aching cock, your mouth almost waters at the sight, without thinking you take his thick cock into your mouth, and Eddie curses, groans leaving his lips.

“Shit, Y/N, yes princess, you’re doing so good.” He praises as he holds down your hair, he’s still making sure that you’ll get the punishment you deserve when you go back to his trailer, but he’s enjoying you sucking him off to make sure he will make you cum later.

Your mouth takes him all in as you hollow your cheeks, looking up at him. Eddie’s trying his best to focus on the road, making sure he got to the trailer as fast as possible, but he can’t help but enjoy the idea of you wanting his cock, anywhere and everywhere.

“Fuck, sweets. Do you think that little stunt of yours back there would go unpunished when you gave me head? No, princess. No fucking way.” His tone is as intense as his gaze, you bat your eyelashes at him further, still trying to take all of him in your mouth.

He groans again but shakes his head, signaling you that your punishment would end up in him edging you for hours.

When he pulls up to his trailer, you are still salivating on his cock, making sure you had all of him. It kills him to tell you to stop, but he does. And his tone is so serious that you nod eagerly, giving it a few kitten licks before you quietly huff, wanting to be filled by his cock always.

He guides you to the house once again, his cold demeanor returning as you follow him inside like a little puppy. He slams the door shut after you enter, and pins you against the door, making your insides explode from excitement.

“What you did back there have some consequences, you know that don’t you, sweetheart?” His voice is low now and you nod quickly, enjoying the way his figure crashed against yours.

“’M sorry, Eds.” You murmur looking up at him apologetically. He just tsks, and cups your cheeks with his rough hands, the coldness of his rings making you more excited.

“Baby, sorry isn’t going to cut it this time.” His voice was icy as he crashed his lips onto yours, and you whined into the kiss, the way his lips explored yours made you tingly.

“Gonna fuck you so hard that all you’ll be thinking about is how good my huge cock is milking your tight cunt, doll.” You whined. “You want that, doll? You wanna be my little cock slut, hmm?” He hummed, a devilish grin forming on his face.

“Please, please Eds, need you so badly…” You whined again and he chuckled, moving to kissing your neck, nibbling, biting, as he was sure to mark you.

His hands make their way to your blouse, he groans as he feels your perky tits perfectly, realizing that you have no bra, either. “Take all of this off.” His voice is demanding and you’re more than happy to oblige as you take your blouse off in a swift motion. Eddie takes his time, slowly rubbing them, pinching your nipples to make you gasp. He smirks as he realizes the effects he has on you.

He rips your skirt suddenly making you gasp again. “The whole skirt thing was genius, I could barely hold myself not to fuck you on that booth where that Stevie fucker could see, see who really owned this cunt.” You whined at his words, practically dripping down your thighs.

Eddie’s hands made their way over your thighs, teasing you as he leaned down to kiss and trace each part of your thighs, always getting close to your pussy but never actually fully touching it.

“Eds…” You whine wanting more. He smirks into your thighs, still placing sloppy kisses. “Hmm, sweetheart?” He mumbles. “More please, more…” Your voice is pleading. “I don’t think you earned that by flirting with Stevie.” He air-quoted the nickname, and you pouted.

“Aww… does my little slut want my cock, hmm?” He mocked you, but you nodded pleadingly. “What do you want, sweets? You want my mouth?” He questions, now his hands are toying with your clit, as he nibbles on your thighs. You nod eagerly, “Please…”

He pinched your clit, giving it a few licks, and you whimpered just at the sensation, and now Eddie had you wrapped around his finger, you were soaking and wanted nothing more than Eddie.

“Does that feel good, angel?” You nodded squeezing your eyes shut, you wanted more of him. “I need you, Eds. Only you.” You mumbled and he grinned. “Please, I need your mouth, then I need you to fuck me, need your huge cock inside of me, only you, Eds.” Your words were like music to his ears, he was ready to give you anything you needed because he wouldn’t let you cum at the end.

You moaned loudly as Eddie buried his head between your legs, his hand still toying with your clit.

He started sucking on your clit, humming softly at the way your pretty pussy tasted. He had missed you, and he had missed the way your tight little cunt tasted.

You whimpered under his touch, the way his tongue worked wonders. “S’good, s’good, thank you, Eds.” You mumbled and he looked up to see your fucked out face, he felt glorious.

He kept teasing your cunt, sucking and licking your clit as you couldn’t handle it, your legs were starting to tremble and both of you knew you were about to come. When you let out a broken moan, he knew you were getting close, so he immediately stopped his movements.

You whined loudly, pleading for him to fuck you with his cock, or continue with his mouth, you were a blabbering mess, crying out for more as he watched you amusingly. “My dirty little slut wants my cock fillin’ her up?” He asked.

“Please, master, please…” You cried out, wanting nothing more than to be filled to the brim. He finally gave you what you wanted, dragging his cock through your wet folds, which made you groan loudly. You wanted him, thrusting into you until you see the stars.

With your begging, he pushed into you without a warning, you gasped at the feeling and then your gasps turned into pretty moans, and Eddie swears he’s in heaven. “That’s right, doll. Speak up.” He holds your chin up as your thighs hold onto his back tighter.

“Needed you, Eds… Needed that huge cock fillin’ me up.” You whimper and he groans at your words, happy that you’re being a good girl again. “Such a good girl, hmm? Takin’ my cock so well.” He praises.

“Fuck, baby, your tight little cunt feels s’good.” He grunted and he nibbled on your neck, his next thrusts hitting your sweet spot as you moan loudly. “Please… please faster, Eds.” You beg, and Eddie’s pace is agonizingly slow now. “Pleaseee…” You whine but he just shakes his head.

You try your best to move and create more friction, but Eddie holds you in your place, giving you a stern look. “Please, master, please.” You whine, almost crying as Eddie mocks you.

“Hmm, are you crying, doll? After all that shit you pulled, I’m giving you what you want but my little crybaby is still crying?” He pouts mockingly, and you sniffle a bit, wanting to be stuffed by Eddie’s cock fully, while he is thrusting into you as deep as possible.

“Please, master, need to be filled by your huge cock.” You beg, and Eddie loves the way the word ‘master��� rolls off your lips, he gives you a quick peck on your lips as he pushes deeper inside of you, hitting that one spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Eds, so good, thank you, Eddie.” You murmur sweetly and he grins.

“Would Stevie be able to fuck you this good, sweetheart?” He mocked, and you shook your head quickly. “No- no, never. Only you, Eds.” You look at him proudly, but you were a pleading mess.

“Then tell me, princess, who do you belong to?” His voice was dark and he was going faster now, the way his cock stretched your cunt had your lips trembling, you were getting closer, especially after the way Eddie teased you with his plump lips.

“You, Eddie. I belong to you…” You babbled sweetly, still so cockdrunk. He gave you a smirk, “Is my little cock slut close, huh? Can feel your tight cunt squeezing me, you gonna come for me, sweets?” You nodded eagerly, which made Eddie chuckle.

“Not so fast sweetheart, the way you were all over Stevie today doesn’t make you seem like such a good girl.” He mocked as he held your cheeks between his fingers, his cold rings were always a nice addition.

“I’m a good girl.” You protested but he shook his head. “I promise! Eds, I only want you, and I belong to you, I don’t want anyone else.” You pleaded, your eyes were soft and glimmery as they rested on Eddie’s harsh gaze.

He didn’t answer as he filled you further, inch by inch, thrusting at a fast pace. “S’fucking tight for me angel…” He murmured.

“Please, Eds.” You murmured, your cunt clamping on his cock harder than before, and he knows you are really going to cum. He tssks, “No coming until I say so, my bratty baby.” He disapproves and you huff.

“’M sorry for today, Eds! Won’t happen again, I promise, I just wanted your cock- I just wanted you inside of me!” You whined and Eddie’s gaze was more sympathetic now. He gave you a harsh kiss on your lips, tasting you once again.

“Such a dumb little cock slut, doing everything to try to get my attention just so that I will fuck this tight little cunt, just so that I can make you cum more and more, hmm?” You nod eagerly.

“Yes, please, Eds, please…” You whined again. “’M sorry, I won’t tease you again, I promise.” You begged, as Eddie’s thrusting in and out of you was getting you closer to the edge, your sorry’s had now become a blabbering mess, and Eddie wanted to see your pretty face when you came.

“Won’t be a little brat anymore, I promise.” You pouted again.

“Next time, you just ask nicely, won’t you princess?” He asked as you hummed, nodding eagerly. “I will, master, please, just let me cum.” You begged.

And he chuckled, enjoying the way you begged him to let you cum around his cock. Eddie buried himself inside of you, getting as close as possible so he could feel every inch inside of you. He groaned as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, he can feel the way you squeeze around him, you wait for him to finally let you release.

“Cum for me, angel, cream my cock.” His dirty words are enough to get you over the edge, you come as your legs tremble, and your lips let out a long whine as you make a mess on your thighs.

Your whimpers alone are enough to make him spill over the edge, but what makes him finally release his sticky warm load into you is when your cunt starts to convulse around his cock, as you praise him with how good he was, and that you only belonged to him and him only.

He releases his warm seed into you. “Fuck, angel, take it all. Take all of my fucking cum like a good girl.” He grunts as his movements slowly start to fade away, you can feel his cock pumping into your awaiting cunt, making you feel full, so full of his cum that you feel content.

“There you go, my pretty little girl is taking me so well.” He hums as he tries to even his breathing.

Not even a second later, the two of you try to come down from your highs, but Eddie slowly carries you to the couch, and you gasp as he does so, he never exits outside of your cunt, as his now soft cock rests inside of you.

With a few whines, you try to create some friction, but Eddie harshly holds your hips in place, and you groan as his cock hardens and sinks fully against you, you huff.

“Need more.” You mumble but Eddie just mocks you, holding you tighter when you try to move. “You didn’t think you could get away with flirting Stevie with just that, did you princess?” He grinned and you pouted.

“Need you to move, Eds. Please…” You gave him your prettiest eyes but he wasn’t falling for it. He shook his head. “You’re just going to sit still, princess. And not move until I say so.” He demanded and you nodded, sighing, waiting for Eddie to fuck you into oblivion again as his hard cock filled you to the brim.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #dom!eddie munson #stranger things imagine

[wroteclassicaly]

Giving eddie a hand job and whispering praises in his ear while he sits pretty and slowly becomes an aroused mess, only focusing on how good you're making him feel 😔

HATE | No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | F*CK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Okay, listen… I have a thing for Eddie Munson being a subby lil’ man. And many, many visuals, rn. So I’m gonna write a little something in the cut below. :P

Send me a hot scenario and I will rate it

When Eddie Munson agreed to let you ‘try something’, he wasn’t exactly sure just what you had planned for him. Reversing the roles of lap sitting is definitely not what he could’ve fathomed in his cynical brain. Yet, here he sits, bare ass on your jean clad thigh, his own denim and boxers bunched around his ankles, only to be kicked away seconds later by your demanding encouragement, his head tilted back to rest on your shoulder, curls sweaty and damp on his forehead. You’re the one who sits on his dungeon master throne, polished nails biting into the meat of his left thigh as it’s spread out over your other leg. He’s completely at your mercy.

“Good boy, Eds.” You whisper into his ear, you warm breath caressing the shell and making his cock twitch in your spit-slick palm.

You tap it against his thick erection, humming underneath your breath. “Don’t stop your multi-tasking on my account, baby boy.”

He croons at the damned pet names, head turning to the side in a breathless plea for a kiss. Your grant him a mere hover of your lips, choosing that moment to begin tugging his cock in a sinfully wet glide. His lips purse, mouth dropping open into a series of pitiful whimpers. He squirms on your lap, his tall and lanky form practically rutting into that denim seam that runs between your thighs—your only barrier.

“My boyfriend has such a pretty cock. Gonna split me open later, aren’t you? You wanna make me cry, Eddie, hmm?”

“Y/N… Please—“

You squeeze him around the base, your other hand combing through his chocolate tresses. “Shh, Eddie. I know. You’re being perfect for me, trusting me to take control. Make you feel good.”

Eddie arches into your hand, gaining his own friction. You immediately halt your movements, your tongue licking a crude stripe up his neck, tasking perspiring salt and hints of his aftershave and cheap cologne.

Debaucherous and downright filthy, you’re beginning to focus on that translucent cream bubbling at the head of his dick. You swipe your thumb across it, swirling it around that vein on the underside of him, before pressing the digit into your mouth and groaning around it, releasing with a pop. “Tastes so fucking good, Eds.”

His hands, which are still remaining in their position on the arms of his chair, begin to stir. You let him cup your jawline, bringing your lips close to his. “Fuckin’ need to feel your mouth on mine, Y/N.”

The kiss is noisy and sloppy, Eddie’s tongue greedily moving against your own, pushing, licking, making a mess of you until you’re sharing a disgustingly long string of saliva, that drizzles on the break away, landing on your knuckles. You spread your fingers, letting it seep in and douse Eddie’s cock. His face buries into your neck, forgetting his campaign plans spread out on the table before you both. He’s fighting not to thrust into your grip, begging in silent screams. You trace your fingers down his back, tapping his tailbone. “Up and sit back against the table for me.”

He obeys without question, palms down, arms back behind him, naked body on display. You find it difficult to walk, that squish between your thighs soaking through your panties. Hell, maybe even the jeans too. Your pupils are blown so wide that it makes your damn vision foggy and lust-filled. You remember your dominance, fingernails crawling up his chest and pulling the guitar pick chain, flicking it several times, leaning forward and running your tongue across his nipple, teeth scraping in that rough way that he likes, relishing in the hiss that comes from him, his cock’s tip collecting more pre-cum, all the way up into that happy trail that’s shining with it.

You suck and bite at the surrounding flesh of his pectoral tattoo, your hand working back over his cock, pumping him into a sopping wet fist, collecting more of his essence on the fingers of your free hand, pressing it to his plush lips. Those chocolate eyes are completely gone, only a glossy black casting its sparkling shadow in the middle of his sclera. He opens his mouth, sampling every last drop.

“Yeah, good boy, Eddie. How do you taste? Know how you’re always making me taste myself too?” When he nods, common sense obliterated, you’re stepping as close as you can get without smashing your body into his. “And you know what, baby? You taste way better.”

“N-not a chance in Hell.” He manages.

You laugh, running your hands through his hair, both of you watching how you stroke and pleasure him. You let your hand slide around, smacking at his ass a little, smirking. “There we go. You’re doing so well for me, Eddie. I’m proud of you.”

He’s giddy and nearly loses his load right then and there. You feel him throb in your grip. “Yeah, you like that? That I’m proud of you, Eds?”

“You’re so getting fucked until you can’t walk, just know that.” He’s panting as he says it, his tone meant to be threatening and seductive, but coming out as a simpering mess.

You smirk. “Careful, Dungeon Master. It seems that I have got the… upper hand here.”

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[ashwhowrites]

Hi! I love jealousy trop so much!

Can I request Eddie x college reader?

And Eddie is so jealous about her project partner. They're working on it in their house and Eddie sends him threatening glances and tries to show how better he is than this poor boy.

After he left reader is a little bit pissed about Eddie's behaviour but she's also confused because how she could love anyone other than he. And maybe some cuddling for jealous boy? 💜💜💜💜

I love a jealous boy! I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it &lt;3

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Jealous Eddie

Eddie and Y/N have been together for years, they met back in highschool and their relationship blossomed quick. They were in love and fell for each other quickly. Once Y/N graduated, she went off to college. And Eddie followed her.

Now they live in a small home together, walls covered with pictures of them and Eddie's guitars. While she attended classes, Eddie focused on his music. For once, planning his future didn't scare him.

He missed her during class though, just waiting for her to come back home. And when she did, he loved how she would do homework next to him on the couch as he did his own thing. But lately, there hasn't been much alone time together.

In one of her classes, she was assigned a huge project that included teaming up with another boy in her class. Of course, Eddie trusted her, but he didn't trust other boys around his girlfriend. She was gorgeous and brilliant. It was hard not to just stare and be amazed by her.

It was Saturday so Eddie took his time leaving bed. Throwing on some boxers as he walked to the kitchen. He heard talking from the living room so he crept it. His eyes landed on his girlfriend, one of his shirts with shorts. She was reading from a book, and his eyes focused on her so much that he almost didn't notice she was reading to someone.

The boy from her class, a name he never bothered to remember, sat next to her. Eddie glared as he practically leaned into her lap. He was nodding to what she said and writing it down. A notebook on his lap and Eddie swore he'd kill the small nerd if that notebook is covering something.

Eddie let out a cough, his arms crossed as he stared down the nerd who looked up and gulped. Eddie caught the tiny movement as the boy scooted away from her. Y/N looked up to see her boyfriend, his sex hair everywhere, hickeys all over his neck, and scratches on his chest. She felt her face flush in embarrassment, she knew Trent saw them too.

"Baby? Want to maybe put on some clothes?" She asked with a shy smile, but Eddie's eyes wouldn't leave Trent.

"No, I'm fine," Eddie said, making sure he flexed his arms and puffed out his chest. Eddie spent a lot of time in the gym while she went to classes. He was still small, but he knew he could crush this nerd with his bare hands.

"Excuse me." She said to Trent as she stood up, both boys watching as her shorts rode up and showed off a tiny bit of her ass. She went to the kitchen to grab some water, Eddie took the time to sit on the chair, across from the couch Trent sat on. Once again staring down the boy.

"Don't get any ideas," Eddie warned, his voice low and threatening. Trent nodded and pushed up his glasses, avoiding eye contact. Y/N came back into the room with water for herself and Trent. The boy reached for the glass, his fingers bumping into Y/N's. Eddie watched as the boy blushed and smiled to himself.

"I said no ideas!" Eddie growled, Trent jumped at his voice and looked at Y/N. And she did not look pleased. "Eddie, knock it off." She warned and sat next to Trent.

The two tried to study but both could only focus on the heated glare from Eddie. She looked up at him again and sighed, "Eddie, can we be alone?"

"Nope, I'm watching him." She rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's actions. "Trent, maybe let's meet at the library in an hour?" She asked him, Trent nodded and quickly raced out. Then her eyes locked on her boyfriend, crossing her arms as he watched Trent run out the door.

"Edward Munson! What has gotten into you? You have been rude to him all week," Y/N pointed out, a pissed-off look on her face.

"It's Saturday! Why was he here? I haven't had alone time with you in a week." Eddie whined, a pout on his face as he grabbed her hands. She rolled her eyes at his whines but moved herself to sit on his lap.

"Because we are almost done and it's due Monday. Plus we had alone time last night." She reminded him, flicking one of his hickeys with a smirk.

Eddie's pout turned into a boyish grin, "mhmm, I remember." But then he focused on Trent again. "I just miss you." He pouted again, holding her hand against his chest as he looked up at her.

"I miss you too, handsome. I'm all yours, though. Just a project and that's all. I love you and I'd never look at anyone else." She said, pecking his lips sweetly. He kissed her back with a smile.

He smirked as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, humming at her familiar taste. His hand went to her stomach, slipping underneath her shirt. She pulled away with a smile. She placed her head on his neck and closed her eyes. He rubbed her skin softly as he held her close.

Eddie would always be jealous, but he knew no one would be a threat. She loved him and she meant it.

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“I missed you” for the soft prompts 🫶

Buck wakes with a snort, thoughts muddy and slow as he tries to think through the haze of sleep still settled heavily over his mind. He shifts, shoving his face into the sleep warm fabric of his pillow as he tries to remember what woke him up. He’s already drifting again, whatever it was that woke him already slipping away with his consciousness as he sinks back against his sheets.  There’s a loud thump on the stairs.  Buck shoots up in bed, shoulder screaming with the sudden movement, and all traces of sleep burned away by the jolt of adrenaline in his veins. He strains to hear anything over the thump of his pulse in his throat and the roaring of blood in his ears.  There’s another loud thump followed by a muffled curse. Buck sags against the bed, relief flooding through his limbs at the familiar voice. He runs a hand over his face, before rubbing at his sternum like he’ll be able to soothe the rabbit beat of his heart.  “Eddie?” Buck asks, voice thick with sleep. Wincing, his still healing shoulder aching in protest of its mistreatment — he pushes himself up to watch just as Eddie emerges at the top of the stairs with a disgruntled expression as he rubs at his shin.  “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Eddie murmurs, a sheepish smile tugging on his lips as he makes his way to the bed, already shuffling out of his jeans. He pauses to step out of them before pulling his shirt over his head and perching on the edge of the mattress.  Buck hums appreciatively at the sight before tipping his head back expectantly. The press of Eddie’s lips against his is warm and soft, his stubble a delicious rasp against Buck’s skin. But Eddie pulls away before Buck can deepen the kiss into something other than a sweet hello. Buck pouts, but Eddie just swipes the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip.  “What are you doing here?” Buck asks, reaching out to capture Eddie’s hand in his own, tangling their fingers together.  It’s not like he minds Eddie’s presence — the day he complains about seeing his boyfriend is the day he loses his mind. But he’s still surprised. He knows that Eddie is coming off a 24 hour shift, and Buck hadn’t been planning on seeing him until tomorrow afternoon for their lunch date.  Eddie clutches at his chest, mock offended. “What? You don’t want me here?”  Buck snorts, shoving at Eddie’s thigh before flopping back in bed. “Don’t be a dick.”  The sheets rustle as Eddie crawls the rest of the way onto the bed, settling in the place next to Buck like it had been made for him. Like he’s being pulled in by a gravitational pull, Buck turns into Eddie, shoving his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck. Inhaling, Buck can feel the tension he hadn’t even realized he was holding melt away. The scent of smoke still clings to Eddie’s skin and Buck chases it, tucking his nose against his boyfriend’s pulse point. Eddie chuckles, arms wrapping around Buck, but mindful to not put too much pressure on his shoulder.  “I wanted to check up on you. How’s your shoulder?”  Buck pulls back enough to squint up at Eddie. “My shoulder is the same it was when you texted me a few hours ago. You didn’t have to come all the way out here to hear that.”  “Fine,” Eddie says with a fondly exasperated huff. “I missed you.”  Oh.  “Well…I missed you too.” Buck tilts his chin up to catch another kiss from Eddie.  “I also missed your bed,” Eddie murmurs against Buck’s lips.  With an indignant squawk, Buck slaps at Eddie’s chest and his boyfriend shakes with laughter. “I can still kick you out.”

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