#hellcheer ff

[elizabeethan]

You Make Loving Fun: Part I

A collection of little Chrissy and Eddie moments that might turn a little smutty

Part I: Pomp and Circumstance. Eddie finally graduates and Chrissy is really proud

Yeah I know, my self control still hasn't returned. We'll be fine!

This will probably have several parts, but my plan is to have them basically unrelated or at the very least make it so that they can be read as a stand alone.

This is my 50th work posted to Ao3. That seems like a pretty awesome milestone. Whether you're from the Eddissy fandom or the Captain Swan one, thank you for stopping by and thank you for supporting my writing ❤️

Rated E- It’s smut my friends

~1900 words

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  He never liked the whole Pomp and Circumstance thing, mostly because he never really got it. Sure, graduating is a big deal, especially for someone who stayed back not once, but twice, but is the whole excessive grandeur thing really necessary? He’s never thought so. 

 That is, until it was almost graduation day, and Chrissy fucking Cunningham started playing the song, all excited for him to walk across the stage. All four movements, baby, she had said. And ever since then, it’s been stuck in his head. 

 He didn’t even know what a movement was until he met Chrissy Cunningham. Scratch that– until he started to get to know Chrissy Cunningham. More specificallly, until he started to fuck Chrissy Cunningham. 

 And of course, they were never just fucking. They’ve always been making love to one another, the passion between them almost nauseating each time they come together, each time they so much as see one another. Honestly, it’s miraculous no one’s figured it out by now, although that’s probably more related to the fact that not a single person in this god forsaken town could imagine a girl like Chrissy Cunningham sleeping with a guy like Eddie Munson. 

 Never mind actually, maybe, in a way, falling for him.

 Either way, though, here they are. 

 Chrissy, with shimmery green pigment on her eyelids, and Eddie, finally knowing what the hell a movement is. 

Her lesson did help, of course. She was so excited to find out that he was actually, officially graduating, that she found her mother’s cassette of the damn song and brought it over, playing it on a loop as she rode him until she screamed in time with the fourth movement. Now, the fourth movement happens to be his favorite. 

 Plus, she helped him get here, anyway. She told him, If you don’t blow Ms. O’Donnell’s final, I'll blow you. 

 She was high at the time, which was why she was being so goofy, but she did end up keeping her promise when he squeaked by with a C+. 

 Her name is called first, C coming before M, which he knows because he’s technically a high school graduate at this point. When she walks across the stage and accepts the diploma from Mr. Higgins, he screams so loudly that he can see her round cheeks blushing from his seat, her eyes rolling and her smile beaming while everyone else in his row gives him a look of horror and confusion. 

 And when he walks across stage, he can hear the shouts from his uncle Wayne, the whistles from the Hellfire Club, and the soft, familiar tune of Pomp and Circumstance playing from her Walkman, volume turned all the way up and still barely audible over the chorus of cheers and boos, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. She was so proud of him that he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was all worth it. 

 It’s worth it again as he finds himself in the back of his van, Chrissy Cunningham fumbling with the buttons of his stupid shirt beneath the stupid robe, her breathing quick and panting and desperate as she presses her hips against his fingers. “Fuck,” she says. “I’m so proud of you.” 

 “Chrissy,” he scolds playfully. “You’re not one to curse. What’s gotten into you?” 

 “Hopefully you, if you wouldn’t mind hurrying up.” 

 “Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind, of course, but I’d want to ensure that that’s exactly what my sweet, innocent girlfriend truly wants.” 

 “Is sweet and innocent really what you want?” she asks, moving her hand from his last few buttons down to his crotch over the stupid dress pants she begged him to wear. They’ll look so nice, Eddie, she pleaded, and he couldn’t possibly say no to those big doe eyes. “Or would you prefer your desperate, needy, very proud girlfriend?” 

 He lets out a groan as she slides down the zipper of his slacks, her soft hand finding its way into his boxer briefs, the ones she got for him because she told him it would be best if whatever he was wearing under his slacks wasn’t baggy. Of course, the sensation of the tighter fabric is entirely new against the part of him that needs her the most, and she seems to know it, grasping onto him just right and smirking against his neck. 

 “Well?” she asks, and he realizes he never did answer her. 

 “Whatever,” he says breathlessly, wishing he had said something a bit more romantic than that. “Whatever you want to give me, Chrissy Cunningham, I'll gladly accept.” 

 “That’s very nice of you,” she praises, and for a second, he thinks to himself, when did he become the one with the praise kink? But it doesn’t matter. 

 He groans again when his fingers find their destination beneath her gown and dress, the material hiding the heat and need all too well. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs as he dampens his fingers and glides them over her clit, earning a needy moan from her. “Have you been this wet for me the whole ceremony?” 

 “Yeah,” she whispers between pants. “Right when they started the song, I got all hot and bothered.” 

 “Me too, sweetheart,” he laughs, latching his lips to the sensitive skin behind her ear, the spot that always makes her moan out his name and tighten her grip in his hair. It makes him never, ever want to cut it. “Although, I'm always hot and bothered for you, baby.” 

 “Prove it,” she challenges, and he surprises himself when he growls, gripping her thighs and pulling her down beneath him, her back against the floor of the van that she’s cleaned up and decorated. He leans his elbows against the floor, just above her shoulders, and for a brief moment, he just gazes at her. 

 He stares into her eyes, utterly in awe of the fact that she’s here with him. She’s here, and she has been for months now. And, as far as he can tell, it doesn’t seem like she’s going anywhere. 

 She moans when she grips his cock again and lines it up with herself, the heat of her making him shiver as he tries to hold back from plunging into her all at once. His forehead drops against hers, the tip of his nose brushing along the bridge of hers, and she presses up to capture his lips in hers. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispers again, and his heart starts racing even faster. 

 “Thank you,” he whispers back. “Seriously, I probably would've been fucked without you.” 

 “No,” she laughs, but he cuts her off with another kiss. 

 “Probably,” he says again. “Just take the compliment, will you, Cunningham?” 

 She can’t answer, humming against his mouth instead as he inches his way inside her until she has to break away from him to catch her breath. “You okay, angel?” he asks her softly, and she nods, her brows set tensely as she bites her bottom lip. She used to bite it when she was stressed, but he hasn’t seen her do that so much lately. 

 “So good,” she whispers when he pulls out and slides back in again, and then again. “Fuck, Eddie, that’s so good.” 

 “I love when you say that,” he breathes against her ear lobe. “I love when you’re so fucking hot that you can’t filter yourself. I love when you let yourself go, baby.” 

 “It’s you,” she breathes, unable to expand, but he knows exactly what she means. She never swore before, always jumping and shivering and staring at him with wide eyes when he cursed, until he undid her and she let out a string of F bombs no one would ever believe came from her sweet, perfect lips. 

 He thrusts harder, longing to hear more from her dirty, wanton mouth, moving his fingers down to rest between them and draw quick, gentle circles over her clit that make her cry out wordlessly. “That’s it, angel,” he praises, sucking a bruise into her skin as she cries out into his ear. “So fucking perfect, are you gonna come for me?” 

 “Yeah,” she moans. “Fuck, don’t stop, please.” 

 He doesn’t, and he promises her he won’t, and he keeps his promise, driving into her until her ankles lock around his hips and her heels press into his ass and he’s thrusting harder and harder until she’s screaming into his neck, trying desperately to stay quiet for fear that anyone walking by the van could hear her. She squeezes his cock as she comes around him, bringing him right to the edge with her until he’s spilling himself into her and groaning into her ear, his hands gripping her thighs just below her ass and his lips stuck to her neck. 

 She sighs after a while, several minutes having gone by before she breathlessly murmurs, “Oooh, gosh,”  and he laughs at her refusal to swear unless she wants him to fuck her brains out. 

 He kisses her cheek this time, then the pink skin behind her ear that’s bound to turn into a bruise by the end of the night. “Sorry about that,” he says softly, somehow earning a soft giggle even though she should probably be pissed at him. 

 “It’s fine,” she says, although she normally panics if he ever leaves any sort of mark that can be seen when she gets home.

 “Is it?” he asks, leaning up on his elbows to take a good look at her soft smile. 

 She shrugs casually, her eyes heavy and her face blissful. “I graduated, I'm 18, I'm moving out at the end of the summer… what can she really do?”

 His fingers brush her long bangs away from her eyes, her efforts at growing them out driving her insane to the point that she normally pins them back, although he does love to see them messy like this. “True,” he muses gently as she nuzzles her cheek into his hand. It’s another reason to be nauseatingly proud of her, the fact that she’s finally getting away from home and moving a few hours away to Muncie for college making his heart race, although there’s still a few months before she moves away from her mother. “But it’s only May. What’s gonna happen from now until August?” 

 She shrugs again, a little less casual this time. “I guess I'll just… lie low.” 

 Lying low isn’t something that seems all that possible in the Cunningham household, at least based on what she’s told him, but she never really likes to talk about it much. They should be getting cleaned up and on their way anyway, the ceremony almost over after they snuck away early. He’s expected at a Hellfire Club party later, and she mentioned maybe doing one last hoorah with the cheer squad. Plus, given their track record, Mike Wheeler is due to accidentally walk in on them any second now. But despite the fact that he knows they need to got a move on, he finds himself desperate to know that she hears just one thing.

 “Well… you know uncle Wayne will always let you stay with us, even though he’d make me stay on the couch.” 

 “Because we’d get up to so much trouble when he’s home?” she jokes.

 “Right. The sex, the drugs, the rock and roll– it’s horrifying.” She laughs, and his heart stops for a second. “But seriously, if you ever need anything… I'm your guy.” 

 “I know that, Eddie,” she tells him, her voice soothing and calm and serious, her palm cupping his cheek and her lips turning up in a gentle smile. “I’ve always known that.” 

 He thinks back to how they got here, how they came together, grew together, became who they are to each other now, and he knows she means it.

#eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddissy fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #smut #fluff #hellcheer #hellcheer ff #hellcheer fanfic

[joansblondells]

#needed one for all the chrissy enjoyers #if no one else got me I know chrissycakes always got me !!!! #shoutout steveshairychest for the eddie original these fb ones are always floating around #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #the venn diagram of chrissy enjoyers and hellcheer enjoyers is a circle . come on now #buckingham #eddissy #cant remember the chrissy ship names it’s all variations of cheersomething ffs #what’s that one copypasta… if chrissy has a million fans I am one if chrissy has 1 fan I am that 1 if chrissy has no fans I am dead #real ! #op

[fuctacles]

He's capable of charming god

For @steddiemicrofic September prompt "Charm", to which my brain screamed Hogwarts AU, sorry not sorry. T | WC 548 | CW Slytherin!Eddie | Hogwarts AU

“Yellow is capable of charming god.” - Vincent van Gogh, my insane little yellow lover whose quote I’ve found while looking for a title and it was oh so fitting

Steve had a crush.

It reached an all-time peak in his last year, when the Slytherin he was eyeing, who should be far away from his table, had befriended one of his fellow Hufflepuffs.

"Pathetic," Robin whispered as he flipped through his potions textbook without reading, eyes focused on Eddie and Chrissy, who was tying up his long dark hair with her Hufflepuff-colored scrunchie.

"Robin," he wheezed.

"I know, I'm sorry." She rolled her eyes. "Are you gonna grow out your hair now? Share hair accessories with Munson?"

Steve has been considering it. 

Robin slapped him on the arm.

"Dude!"

"I know!" he hissed. 

The sight of Eddie wearing Chrissy's scrunchie was seared into his brain. The contrast of yellow to his dark hair and metalhead shtick buzzed behind his eyes and the idea of him in something of Steve's was growing into a fixation.

Whenever he passed him, hair flowing, Steve's hands twitched to braid them, to tie them with anything, his fucking tie if he had to. At some point, he even got a yellow handkerchief and started wearing it in his pants’ pocket just like Eddie did.

"I know," he sighed.

Capital ‘P’ pathetic.

But all the Robin-induced insults went forgotten when she waved a piece of parchment in his face one November afternoon.

"What is this," he frowned at her flatly. He stilled her wrist to read ‘Eddie Munson’ scrawled on the paper in the ugliest handwriting he'd ever seen.

"Your secret giftee!" she screeched loudly.

"What?!"

"Eddie signed up for Secret Santa and I, your best friend, pulled on some strings, made some exchanges, and voila!"

She was beaming with smug satisfaction, appropriately, but Steve's mind was already racing with possibilities..

"What am I supposed to give him?"

As Eddie opened the box and saw a plain black scrunchie, Steve rushed with explanations.

"I've charmed it so it responds to music. Your hair will change with what you’re listening to."

Eddie blinked at him, surprise evident.

"Like what?"

"Um, it gets flowy with ballads, and for metal, I know it’s your favorite, the hair gets big and puffy. Well, you know. And uh, it's based on a mood-based spell? So their tips get red with love songs and so on." 

Of course he had to mention love of all things, his heart now thudding as he watched Eddie tie his hair. With a scrunchie from Steve. He pulled a strand in front of his face and observed it lighten.

"Yellow means…?"

"Uh, happy," Steve admitted bashfully. At least he knew his gift was a success. Eddie's eyes observed him like a hawk.

"Does it have to be in my hair to work?" He questioned with a weird tilt to his tone. 

"Wearing it on your wrist will work too."

"What’s pink?"

"Affection." He knew the colors by heart after months of perfecting the charm. He had hair ties everywhere and he tested them all himself.

He tested them all himself.

One was currently sitting on his wrist and Eddie… Eddie was looking at his hair.

"And gold?"

They both watched as the tip of his ponytail started shining in the candlelights.

"Charmed."

"Huh. I guess I am," Eddie grinned at him. And the pink of his dimpled cheeks needed no spellbook to read.

#i went like 150 words overboard at first and i lowkey wanna write a one shot #is Steve accidentally flagging for watersports? yes hes a bit f an idiot but we love him #hes good at charms tho bc hes charming and it makes sense #he made scrunchies for elmax initially to help with their communication #and then everyone wanted them to help el with reading their intentions #bc el is autistic obv duh #steddie #mine #steddie hogwarts au #hogwarts au #i think eddie would fit more into ravenclaw but im too fixated on the slytherin x hufflepuff agenda #steddiemicroficseptember #eddie munson #stranger things #ff #steve harrington #st #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #platonic hellcheer

[unityblair]

Salvation

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham (Eddissy)

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), smut, slight fluff, panic attacks, penetration pnv, creampie, aftercare

Summary: Shameless fix it fic. Modern world requires modern fairytales. Fixed it all for the sake of humanity.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Chrissy mused, watching Eddie unload his band's gear from the back of the van. 

“Just a freaking sec, Cutie” he exclaimed mimicking her speaking style, walking off into some garage with something that looked to her like some mic amplifier. 

“First and foremost, you need to stop calling me that” she crossed the yard to throw a cable that fell off of the equipment.

“Chill, Cunningham. I’m messing wit’ ya'' The boy smiled, baring his teeth, adding much needed warmth into his tired attire. “Thanks for help, though” 

He walked into the garage, disappearing for a few minutes. In this span of time, Chrissy felt like a true loner. She was somewhere she’s never been before with a guy that her boyfriend truly hated. To a point that he couldn’t shut up about The Freak. But to her Eddie wasn’t even half of what Jason Carver made him to be. He definitely didn’t deserve the things they made him endure. Chrissy felt sorry for him, but at the same time she knew that he probably didn’t want her to apologize. 

He deserved something better than some half-assed apology from Jason’s girlfriend. She sat at the curb, crossing her legs together to keep some warmth. Summer night started to give goosebumps all over her skin. She started to feel scared and she didn’t know why. She felt like something was there, something that knew her. It felt so irrational, yet it was a threat. 

She knew she had to persuade Eddie to leave immediately. She was there with him just for him to drive to his trailer, give her the drug she ordered and politely leave to go home. 

The problem was that she didn’t want to go home. Home didn’t feel safe enough. She usually spent the time at the Carver’s or at some friends’ house. This time around felt totally different. She was at the verge of total breakdown. Nowhere felt safe, no person felt friendly… Except Eddie Munson. 

Some crazy part of her yearned for him to keep her close and not let her go. In reality she didn’t want the drugs, she wanted HIM. 

But he didn’t need to know that. Crush on him was a secret she never ever revealed to anyone. It was kind of a guilty pleasure to her. She was in a relationship with a perfect guy that everyone loved. People were in awe of their relationship, yet she didn’t feel right with it. Chrissy wasn’t committed emotionally. She was polite because that’s what she’d been taught. She couldn’t shake the feeling that everything she did… that it was all a well crafted lie. She, deep down, wanted someone else. 

This someone that just emerged from a small bungalow’s garage, pulling his pants up as he approached her. 

“Sorry, got caught up with guys” He explained quickly, rubbing the dirt of his hands “They needed my help, sorry for keeping you waiting”

“That’s-...” She paused, getting distracted by the way he slammed the back door of the van shut. His numerous rings shone in the moonlight just like her pageant trophies right after her mom dusted them off. “That’s cool”

“You don’t mind it or you just dig my ringies?” He waved his hand before her face, as he proceeded to walk towards the driver's side door. 

“Maybe both,” She shyly admitted, feeling her cheeks go tomatto red. 

“You’re the real one Chrissy” Shaggy head laughed, opening the door for her from the inside. “Hop in, milady”

And that she did. She slowly started getting antsy and slightly anxious as she looked outside the window. 

“You’re shakin” Eddie observed, giving her cold shoulder a reassuring rub. “Do you want some tea or anything when we go inside?”

“No, I… I don’t want to cause trouble or anything” 

“You’re not, Cutie. You could never” He couldn’t resist squeezing her knee. 

She flinched through the sudden warmth of his touch. It felt like a lightning bolt spreading through her freezing cold body. It weirdly felt like hope. Salvation.

“Sorry, I might’ve gone too far” he retracted his hand as if it burned him to the bone. 

They couldn’t deny the electricity they felt when they touched. To their despair, they felt the hunger spread, making their bodies like magnets ready to push and pull. 

“No, don’t be sorry” She shook her head sending a reassuring smile his way “You’re hot” 

Eddie continued to stare in front of the car lights stunned, wandering if he heard things right. Chrissy, taking in her own words bursted out laughing nervously. 

“I’m sorry, if I went too far. I only meant that your body is hot…” Once again it looked bad so she desperately tried to correct herself “Your hand was warm that’s what… What I wanted to say, yeah” She gulped, feeling the sweat dripping down her forehead. 

She fucked it up royally. 

“Oh, did I make The Queen of Hawkins high blush?” Eddie tried to play it off as nothing to probably make her comfortable again. 

“I think she did it herself” She muttered, looking away to gather herself. 

“Okay, listen I want you to feel good in my presence. I’m not gonna touch you, unless you want me to” 

His words made her shiver. Even Jason’s touch couldn’t compare to the way Eddie made her belly flutter with joy. But she didn’t say anything, because she didn’t know what to say. 

As soon as they arrived in Forest Hills Trailer Park she almost didn’t feel the cold. 

“So, this is my castle” He swung the trailer’s door open, showing her a way in. 

“It’s cozy” She complimented, awkwardly looking around. 

“My uncle’s at work. We’re alone, don’t worry no one’ll see the deal go down” He laughed, disappearing in the back room.

“Eddie!” She shouted, feeling her consciousness slowly drifting away. 

“Yeah?!” he screamed back, slightly concerned about her tone of voice. 

“Eddie, touch me right now” she managed to gasp out, losing the ground under her feet. 

The desperation in her voice alone made him oblige. He was so relieved to hear her say these words. He fantasized about it, as he rummaged through these dirty Playboy mags looking at girls in these slutty cheer outfits, covering their faces in order to better imagine HER.  

The way she screamed for him felt so odd, yet so amazing to him that he ignored the oddity in its entirety.

“Chrissy?” He looked her deep in the eyes, noticing the white fogging her eyes “Chrissy wake up!” He started to shake her. He suspected she had a panic attack or worse, she found a random drug on the counter and took it and had an allergic reaction to it. “Chrissy wake up, I don’t like this!” He started growing desperate, waving his hands in front of her face “Hey?! Hello?!”

He didn’t know what was going on but he deducted that she maybe needed CPR, because she wasn’t breathing. She was stone cold, standing still. It was weird but Eddie was no doctor, and he was too scared to question bizzare events. 

He in his desperation suddenly had a stupid idea. He cupped her face in both of his hands smashing his lips onto hers. Nothing seemed to change in the first two seconds, but then he felt her body falling down into his arms. She curled her weak arms around his neck, bringing his mouth closer to his as she cried. 

“You saved me” She cried into his neck “I always knew you would” 

“Chrissy, what happened?” Eddie slowly put her down “What the hell was that?” 

“I don’t know, but you saved me” She stared into his puppy eyes, feeling herself crumble without his touch.

“Okay, you need to sit” He ordered, guiding her to the sofa. 

She flopped down on her butt, Eddie right before her on his knees on the floor. He looked concerned, so she let him take her legs by the ankles and pull them up against the headboard. Her skirt has ridden up, uncovering her panties. She tried to pull it over, but his ringed hand stopped her. 

“You don’t have to worry about me looking.” He stormed off to some kitchen cabinet and rummaged through it. “Keep them up, it’s supposed to help you keep your blood flow or some shit. I don’t know, Jesus” 

“Eddie, it’s cool. Don’t…” She tried to say, her voice faint.

“It’s not cool, Chrissy. You almost died and I can’t call the ambulance because I have the full arsenal of drugs in here and I’d be dead if I did call, but I sure as fuck wanna call because I don’t want the girl of my dreams to die on me”

She froze, not believing anything he said. 

“G-girl of your dreams?” She quizzed, feeling herself grow a little tall.

“I loved you ever since I saw you that day at the talent show” He sighed, feeling defeated as he spoke the truth to her. “But you’re too good for a dirtbag like me”

“You’re not a dirtbag” 

“I am. Chrissy are you dying again?” 

“I’m not dying, I just felt funny” She shook off her legs, sitting on the sofa. 

“Don’t get up, darling” he came up with a hot cup and some pills. 

“Are you hurt?” He plopped down before her, like a knight before his lady. 

“No”

“Are you feverish?” He crooked his brow deep in thought. 

“I just felt cold and unsafe” she explained “Until you came along” 

She felt herself smile, finally nothing she did was forced. She wanted this. 

“Chrissy, please stop joking around. Do you want to go to the hospital? I can drive you.”

“No, no” She gently touched his hand, taking the cup from him.

She relaxed her back against the cushions, taking a gulp of her hot drink, which happened to be tea and she smiled at the shaggy haired boy, sitting on the floor, beginning to massage her feet. 

“Eddie, can I sleep over?” The question left her mouth without even realizing it. 

“No question. Anything you need,  my Dear” 

“My head hurts” She finally admitted, as she gave his back the cup “Careful, it’s still hot” 

“Chrissy” He chuckled, setting it on a coffee table next to him. “You almost died and you’re telling me to be careful? Are you kidding me?”

“Sorry, I just…” She nervously toyed with the hem of her skirt as he proceeded to massage her feet. 

“There are points in you that are supposed to relieve all different kinds of pressures in your body” he gestured to his doings. “By massaging your feet I think I might manage to make your head hurt less”

“You’re so lovely for this” 

“Nah, I’m just preventing you from dying in my house” 

They both laughed at that remark. 

“Yeah, that would be troubling” She said, feeling the sudden flood of guilt washing over her.

“No, Chrissy, listen” Eddie popped himself up with his shoulder next to her thigh, in order to make her look at him. “I don’t hold it against you, I’m not some asshole jock. I’m me”

“I know you’re you” She chuckled, cupping his cheek. She did not know what devil had gotten into her but she bent over and brought her cherry lips to his. 

His were chapped, and uneven, probably from him biting them nervously. She knew something about how that must’ve felt. 

“Eddie, can you tell me if that’s okay?” She asked under her breath. She swore she’d crumble all over again if he’d say no. 

“More than okay” He whispered against her lips, not moving away. 

She felt him kiss her back with such force that had her pull back to settle her back against the headboard. He pulled his ass onto the sofa, hovering over her as he settled his hand on her breast, his finger circling an already hardened nipple through the material of her uniform blouse. 

“I can’t believe you want me” He admitted, smiling against her neck, his nose nudging the soft skin between her chin and ear. 

“I can’t believe you want me too” She giggled, getting ticklish from the sensation of his breath against sensitive skin. 

“So there’s the two of us. Crazy, yeah?” He kissed down the column of her neck, his hands finding the zipper on the side of her skirt. “Can I?”

She swallowed, nodding anxiously. She wanted it, but she felt scared because she never got naked before anyone. Not with the light on. 

“Promise, I’ll be gentle” 

She felt herself letting go of her worries. She trusted he’d be just that, because he was Eddie. Eddie always spoke the truth, even if it was something you didn’t want to hear. He was that kind of guy.

He gently helped her out of her clothes, encouraging her to do the same with his garments. They stayed in their underwear when he took her hand and said “Let’s go and see where the magic happens” 

And they both giggled. She got before him, he wrapped his arms over her tiny figure muttering sweet nothings into her ear. She couldn’t help but laugh. Her face hurt from the amount of smiling, but she wasn’t keen on bringing it to an end. He made her walk to the back room, which turned out to be his bedroom, and then he pushed her onto the mattress. 

“Eddie, don’t you dare scaring me like tha-...” Her words sinked in his throat, just as he kissed her feverously. 

She felt him getting his hand into her panties, rubbing against her bundle of nerves. 

“Eddie, I…” She gasped, looking in his hungry dark eyes. “I…”

“Don’t overthink it, Chrissy” He took her chin, pulled it up and kissed it.

She knew he was right, so she pulled at his belt, signaling to him that she’s ready to dance. She scrunched her nose at the name she gave it. That’s what her mum used to call it when she once told her where the kids come from. 

“So fussy already?” Curly head laughed, kissing down her stomach. “What should I eat first, breakfast or dinner?”

“Oh my god, just do it” 

“Do what?” Eddie smiled, popping his head up on his elbow as he watched her stutter. 

“Fuck me”

“Such dirty words, from such an angel?” He tsked with his tongue, going down to pull her panties aside and kiss the wetness between her thighs. “So ready for me, hm?”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so she just nodded. She felt the heat spread as he started to lick her and swirl his tongue and violently suck, the most perv thing she ever endured. She felt like he was drinking her like she was some kind of ambrosia. 

“Eddie, oh” She whispered, tangling her hands into his long hair. They covered all her bottom and almost caged his face, suffocating him on the spot. “Eddie, you’ll…”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m used to that” he assured, giving her pussy a few more licks, before he got up and kissed her on the mouth, setting the butterflies in her stomach free with one idle thrust of his still clothed cock. 

“I’ve never felt like this before” She told him, smoothing the hair down his naked back. “I never wanted to do this before, not like this” 

“Do you want to see me as we do it?” he asked, not understanding what she truly meant. 

“Of course I wanna see you, Dummy” She gently pinched his nose, pulling up to kiss him hard. 

He didn’t need another word, he kicked down his boxers and relaxed against the touch of her hand on his already hard cock. 

“You’re heaven made, Chrissy” he whispered into her ear, feeling himself go heavier and heavier with lust. 

“I’m yours” She started pumping him with little to no knowledge, hurting him slightly with each movement. 

“Darling, stop for a second” He took her hand into his “Have you ever pleasured a man before?” 

She felt ashamed, but the truth was out so she shook her head no. 

“Oh poor baby, you should’ve told me sooner” He littered kisses all over her face and shoulders. “You don’t need to do it if you don’t want to” 

“I… I wanna make you happy” She sobbed, feeling exposed and miserable. 

“But you already make me happy, Chrissy” He took her face in, licking the tears from her face, making her giggle. “We’ll do it step by step, I’ll teach you one day” 

She nodded, feeling surprised as he got his finger into her mouth. 

“Now, suck” 

She obliged, closing her eyes. 

“Good girl, now look. Imma make myself at home” He retracted his finger from her mouth, pulling it down into her. “Oh, you’re tight, let’s stretch you out a bit, shall we?”

Before she could think about anything, she felt him growl lowly as he rubbed his tip at her entrance. She was pulsing for the lack of him, yearning for him to get in. And he finally did. In one thrust reducing the space in between them to only their sweaty skin and bones. 

“Oh sweet baby Jesus, you are heaven on earth Chrissy” 

He took her slowly, strokes shallow, making her use to the size of him. He was hard to accommodate, much bigger than Jason, for sure. He made her go to the stretches she’d never find herself in as he hooked her legs up his shoulders in order to fill her up to the hilt. The pain was exquisite, and she felt herself drift away as she moaned in ecstasy with each stroke, milking him and squeezing. 

“Fuck, sweetheart I’m so sorry, I’m close” He moaned into her mouth. 

“Don’t be sorry” She breathed, sloppily kissing the corner of his mouth. “Come for me, Eddie”

“You’re coming with me” He spat on his hand, getting it down between them to rub her clit. 

New sensations came over her, as she tightly squeezed his cock, vibrating with pleasure he so generously gave her. 

“Oh baby” he came, falling onto her, spilling himself right before he could pull out. He quickly rolled to his back, right next to her, careful not to crush her with his weight. 

She felt his cum leaking from her cunt, something she never dared to do before. But she felt it was all worth it as he scooped her into his arms and kissed her forehead. 

“You’re a freak Chrissy, you know that?”

#eddissy #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #st eddie munson #eddie munson ff #eddie munson onesho t #eddie munson st4 #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #munningham #edssy #eddie munson fic #hellfire club #corroded coffin #rock band #rock #stranger things #weird stuff #vecna #chrissy #chrissy cunningham

[cookiemeal0]

Alright now the antis are hating on Grace for saying she'd kiss Billy, marry Eddie and kill Steve. It's fiction y'all, it's not that deep. Like damn I don't like Billy, but the guy has good looks, and obviously Grace doesn't condone Billy's actions in the show, it's stupid of them to assume that she does.

Anyway, final take away; the antis need to stop overreacting, and hyper-analyzing everything Grace says

#did they also not consider that she could've been joking? #grace van dien #stranger things #leave grace alone ffs #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #eddissy #joseph quinn #chrissy x eddie

[reverie-writer]

Day 1 of the con, a Hellcheer summary:

#hellcheer #grace van dien #chrissy cunningham #not tagging you know who #because his fans are on something else today lol #crying over CORN ffs🤣

[dan-de-leon]

I was rewatching episode 1 today and Angela being smarmy while pretending she's such a good person to the teacher reminded me so much of the antis behavior on trying to police people on hellcheer/eddissy ages + the ship name + grace shipping it

The parallels are amazing.

"I'm so sorry Teacher Internet, I was just trying to remind people how wrong it is if you ship someone with 2 years age difference."

"I'm just, like, confused? I thought this was a fandom with GOOD ship names."

"She ships her own character?"

It's such blatant bullying smh

Going as far as to harass the actors too.

#antis dni #chrissy x eddie #munningham #hellcheer #eddsy #edissy #chreddie #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #they're legit BULLIES #bully behavior #it's inexcusable #stay in your own ship and make content for it ffs #instead of bothering other ships #I'm not afraid to say it #Leave the actors alone #They pretend they're Eddies but deep down they know they're acting like Jasons and Angelas

[miminii-k]

headcanon that they moved to california after grad :"))

also ignore my shitty shading thank you <33

#art #fanart #chrissy cunningham #chrissy deserved better #eddie my beloved #eddie munson #eddie deserved better #eddie x chrissy #eddie x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #my art #stranger things fandom #eddie fanart #chrissy wake up #chrissy x reader #hellcheer #the way i’ve been binge reading ff of them for the last 2 weeks straight :( #i love them #so much #absolute cuties #they deserve each other #they escaped hawkins together and lived their best lives in california and just happiness #digital fanart #i cant tag #they make me cry #mooniieix #can you tell i don’t know how to tag #<333

[elizabeethan]

You Make Loving Fun: Part II

A collection of little Chrissy and Eddie moments that might turn a little smutty

Part II: i wanna be with you everywhere

The Wheelers get a pool.

A/N: More smut!! An excuse to indulge in the Walk Home Wheeler trope!! Also if anyone has suggestions for smutty stuff send me a message on here 🥰🥰 thank you for reading!!!!

Rated E- It’s smut my friends

Warning: Features very very brief and mild mentions of Chrissy’s ED.

Part I

~4700 words

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The Wheelers got a pool. 

 Nancy’s pissed, apparently, according to Steve. Why her parents would get an in-ground pool three months before she’s to move away for college is apparently beyond her, but Eddie finds it to be personally beneficial. It couldn’t be better timing, really, what with summer having started just a few weeks ago. The heat started to get out of control just after graduation, and Eddie and Wayne’s trailer doesn't have any air conditioning. He hasn’t been swimming in years, either, and he knows the Wheelers’ pool will be in pristine condition, much better than that damn public pool. 

 And, of course, it’s a perfect excuse to get his incredibly hot girlfriend in a bikini. 

 “I don’t know, Eddie,” she muses from his bathroom, the door shut tight. For someone who almost constantly has her hands on him, someone who initiates sex every chance she gets, she’s surprisingly self conscious. “I don’t think it fits.”

 “Chrissy Cunningham,” he calls back, his tone playfully disappointing. “We’ve come too far for you to panic now. What would your therapist say?” 

 She sighs, and he knows it’s because she knows he’s right, so he smirks to himself. 

 “I know you look hot as hell, babe. Just come on out so you can prove me right, okay?” 

 “ Eddie, ” she scolds. 

 “Come onnn,” he encourages playfully, heading towards the door and giving it a light knock. “Lemme see.” 

 She walks out, but she’s wearing his Metallica t-shirt and her denim shorts, and he groans loudly, his hands grabbing for her waist. “Alright, I’m ready.” 

“ Baby ,” he tries, tugging at the hem of her– his – shirt. “We don’t have to go. We can stay right here and I can bend you over the couch and–”

 “No,” she laughs. “We’re going. You promised. And you were the one begging me to come out of the bathroom so we could go.” 

 He did. He told her that she could officially meet his friends, that he would officially introduce her as his girlfriend despite the response he knew he would get from those immature turds– if she came to the pool with him. 

 Honestly, he didn’t think she’d agree. Now he has to officially introduce her to Mike “The Cockblock” Wheeler. As if getting walked in on by him almost every time he tries to get it on with her wasn’t bad enough, he has to look him in the eye and admit that it was Chrissy’s ass he saw that one time, one time too many. 

 Mike’s still a cockblock when they arrive at the pool. His exclamations of disgust, thinly veiled as shock, along with everyone else’s, seriously got in the way of his thought process as he watched her timidly take his shirt off and slip herself gracefully into the warm water. But, at the end of the day, Chrissy Cunningham is his girlfriend whether his friends want to believe it or not, and it really didn’t take all that much to convince her to hang out with them, all things considered.

 ~~~~

 She doesn’t want to get her hair wet, so she keeps it tied in a high ponytail, her bangs still too short to be secured in with the rest of it. In fact, all she really wants to do is relax, so she lies on a pool float with her sunglasses on and lets her eyes drift shut, completely unbothered by the commotion around her. And she doesn’t want to get a sunburn, so she made sure to put lotion all over her body and to ask him for help reaching her back. And if the rest of his friends weren’t here, he would bring her into the small tiki bar the Wheelers installed and bend her over one of the stools.

 They were all stunned when he even mentioned bringing someone along to the small party Mike and the kids were throwing. At first, when he said he was going to bring his girlfriend, they were silent for a moment before bursting into a chorus of laughter that made him roll his eyes. It was too cliche, really, and just more proof that they all think that they’re living in a movie or something. So he just shrugged, rather than getting offended, and chose to simply prove them wrong. 

 And prove them wrong, he did, each of their mouths dropping to the ground as he walked in with Chrissy Cunningham on his arm. 

 Well, really, he was on her arm. She’s got him wrapped around her perfect, slender fingers. 

 Robin was the first to speak up, snapping her mouth shut once before opening it again and practically shouting, “What the hell?”

 “Robin,” he warned. 

 “What are you doing with him? ” 

 “ Robin!”   Nancy argued that time.

 Chrissy just laughed–she’s a good sport like that. She laughed and tightened her arm in his and leaned closer to him, resting her head on his bicep and gazing up at him dreamily. “I like him,” she said simply. 

 Now, he’s supposed to be playing volleyball or something, but he can’t seem to focus. Firstly, because he isn’t sure how they can call it volleyball when they’re using a beachball, and secondly, because Chrissy Cunningham is practically naked and very wet and all lotioned up and he finds it difficult to keep his shorts on. 

 He takes the ball to the side of his head when she slides off her pool float, her breasts bouncing with the momentum and his mouth watering with want. 

 “Jesus Christ, Eddie,” he hears, and he rolls his eyes because the sound isn’t coming from her and it’s not because she’s panting with a need for more. “Keep it in your pants, seriously.” 

 “It’s in my pants, Henderson,” he snaps back, picking up the ball and spiking it at Dustin.

 “How long has this been going on?” he asks, and Steve and Lucas both look up casually as if trying to pretend like they’re not burning with the same question. 

 “A while,” he shrugs. 

 “Like, at least three months,” Mike Wheeler mumbles under his breath, and Eddie forces his hand just beneath the surface of water to splash him as hard as he can. “Hey!” 

 “You knew?!” Dustin asks in horror.

 “I mentioned it already!”

 “We thought you were messing with us,” Lucas argued.

 “Yeah, and you all berated me for days after; why would I mention it again? Plus, it’s not like they’ve been hiding it! It’s like they’re humping each other every chance they get! I’ve seen way too much of… Eddie… the last few months!”

 “Ew, Mike!”

 “Why ew, me?! Eddie’s the horny one!”  

 “Don’t say horny,” Steve begs.

 “What a weird couple,” Dustin exclaims, shaking his head, and Eddie splashes him too. 

 Weird, indeed, he thinks. And that’s just the way he likes it. 

 ~~~~

 Chrissy’s been really working on herself for the last couple of months. She didn’t want to come today because she’s never felt comfortable in a bathing suit, but then she reminded herself that she’s never been comfortable naked in front of anyone, either. Eddie makes her feel comfortable at every turn, to the point where she surprises herself almost daily, and today was no exception. 

 Because she decided to come to the pool party that Nancy Wheeler’s little brother was throwing, and she decided to wear her pink bikini, and she decided that if she’s going to work on herself, part of that has to include challenging herself, too. At least, that’s what her therapist has told her. 

 Eddie hasn't stopped telling her how proud of her he is, and she’s even starting to believe him. Getting away from her mother was bold enough, her decision to leave right after graduation solidified by the reaction she got from her mom upon finding out that she’s dating the freak. She was shocked when his uncle let her stay with them for the summer– mostly because she knows Wayne knows what they get up to when he’s at work– but Eddie wouldn’t stop telling him what a big deal it was for her to leave. And Wayne seems to believe in her too, almost as much as Eddie does, and she can see where he gets his spirit from.

 Then, when she started seeing her therapist, he was so excited for her that he picked her up and started spinning her around, praising her and telling her how happy he is to see her working on herself. And sure, getting praised by him is sexy and it helps her get off, but it also warms her heart and helps her sleep at night. So she finds herself working harder each day, and then she finds that she likes this healing version of herself, so she keeps working and the cycle continues.

 Plus, he promised she could put his hair in a bun.

 So she put on the bikini, and she fought against those thoughts that made her want to hunch over the toilet, and Eddie kissed every inch of her before they left to come to the pool. And then he grazed his hands over her back as he rubbed her suntan lotion in and she shivered, wanting to beg him to bring her inside but shaking it off to do the socially acceptable thing.

 “So,” Robin says, dragging her from her thoughts and making her open her eyes, doing a casual backstroke through the deep end of the pool and staring at Chrissy with her eyes wide and curious. “Eddie Munson. And Chrissy Cunningham.” 

 Chrissy can’t stop the smile, her cheeks going pink. She nods, “Mhmm.” 

 “It’s a very… interesting pairing,” Robin continues. 

 “Robin,” Nancy warns. 

 “I’m just sayin! When Eddie said he pulled you out of Vecna’s curse, we all kind of thought you’d be going back to Jason eventually…”

 “Well,” Chrissy shrugs. She slips into the water, her feet not reaching the bottom of the pool, so she leans her upper body on the float and kicks her feet lightly. “I don’t know. After everything, I just kind of realized that Jason and I were… wrong together.”

 “And you and Eddie are… right… together?” Max asks, swimming up behind her and surprising her, leaning against the other side of the pool float with her.

 “Yeah,” she answers with a shy, soft smile. “We are.” 

 And they are. In fact, she never thought she would ever feel so right with someone. But when Eddie pulled her from Vecna’s curse and made sure that she was okay, made sure that she felt safe that night, made sure that she felt loved , she knew. She knew it was Eddie’s voice along with that Fleetwood Mac song playing over his stereo that pulled her from that nightmare, and she knew from that moment that she never wanted to go a day without hearing him say her name. 

 That was the first time she really put herself first, when she went to Jason soon after and told him they were through. And even with the horror and trauma of being under Vecna’s thumb, of fighting him and winning, she knows she’s never been happier than she has been every moment since that night in Eddie’s trailer. 

 ~~~~

 “Hi, baby.”

 The sun is setting behind them, the sky pink like cotton candy and her bathing suit. They’re the only ones left in the pool aside from Mike and Lucas, still in the deep end and diving for weights. Everyone else is behind the tiki bar with Steve using the blender, making virgin daiquiris for the kids and spiked ones for everyone else. It’s been a perfect day.

 He kisses the skin behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine despite the warmth from the waning sun. His voice is low, practically a growl. “Having fun?” 

 Aright, it’s been an almost perfect day.

 “Yeah,” she says breathily, pulling down her sunglasses and peering over them at him. When she sees his big, bright eyes like melted chocolate on a s’mores, she grins at him and shifts to face him, not even caring that her hair gets wet. “You?”

 “Lots,” he growls. He moves around her slightly so that he’s at her waist, his elbow leaning on the float and his other arm draped across her hips, squeezing where his hand lies. “Although, I think I’m in danger.”

 She sits up too quickly, sloshing water over herself even though her belly had been dry for a while. “What?” she asks in concern, and his smile grows impossibly wider. 

 He takes her hands, pulling her close to him and then softly encouraging her to lie back down on the float. “Can we both fit on here?” 

 “I don’t think so,” she laughs. 

 “Lemme try it. Spread your legs.” 

 “Eddie!” She shouts as he pushes her knees apart and jumps between them, the float failing and practically dunking the two of them. She almost goes under, but his hands land on her ass and catch her, pulling her close and wrapping her legs around his waist, his smile impish and mischievous as his hands slide up her back beneath the water. “Eddie,” she scolds. 

 “Chrissy,” he mimics, scrunching his nose at her and bumping it against her own. “I’m sorry, you just look so fucking sexy. I had to–” He cuts himself off, squeezing her ass playfully and bumping his hips against hers as he slaps her beneath the water, the action not having quite the desired effect, but it’s the thought that counts. 

 “You said you’re in danger?” she asks expectantly, her fingers pulling the hair at the back of his head that’s fallen from the loose bun he still wears. She likes how his bangs don’t stay in well, and she realizes that they kind of match in that regard, and she thinks it’s cute. 

 “Ah, yes,” he says seriously, nodding like he’s just remembered. “I’m in danger of drowning, I think. I’m bottom-heavy.” 

 “What?” she laughs.

 He leans forward, pulling her close to himself, one hand at the base of her neck and the other at the small of her back. His lips hover over the shell of her ear and he whispers, “My cock is so hard for you, it’s weighing–”

 “ Eddie! ” 

 “It’s true!” he laughs, and she laughs with him, but she gasps when he thrusts up against her again. “See?” 

 “I do,” she breathes. Her mouth is so close to his that she can feel the heat of his breath against her lips. “But we probably shouldn’t… here.” 

 He hums, his tongue light against her neck as she lets out a soft moan, her eyes rolling back and her hips rolling against his. If she wasn’t in the pool already, she’d probably have soaked through her bikini by now, but she lets that thought pass her by. 

 “Where, then?” he asks in her ear before he bites it. “Where can I take you, baby? Or are you gonna let me put my fingers in you right here so I can see how perfect you look when you’re wet and hot and about to come?” 

 “Fuck,” she breathes. “No, not here, we’re at a party; everyone’s–”

 He slips his fingers over the material of her bikini, brushing her sensitive clit, kissing her when she bites out a moan. “Let’s leave, then,” he suggests.

 “Hey!” 

 He always complains about Mike Wheeler, and she’s always yelling at him for it, trying to get him to be nice to the poor kid. He doesn’t deserve to be yelled at, she tells him. But then she finds herself in this position, and she realizes that the last thing she wants to hear right now is Mike Wheeler’s voice, and she kind of gets it. 

 “No funny business in the new pool!” 

 And, well, that pretty much convinces her. 

 “Sorry!” She calls, giggling softly and giving Eddie a quick kiss. “I’m gonna go change, probably in the upstairs bathroom,” she whispers in his ear. “Maybe you can come find me in a couple minutes.” 

 “What are you changing into?” 

 “I think you’re more interested in knowing what I’m changing out of.”

 If the flush to his cheeks and the wideness in his eyes and the tent in his swim trunks are any indication, she’s completely right. 

 ~~~~

 All he can say is: thank god Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler are out of town, and thank god they brought their kid with them. 

 Otherwise, they would be in big trouble, what with them making out in the upstairs hallway and slamming into the bathroom door way too hard. 

 The door wasn’t latched, though. Chrissy falls into the room and he catches her, holding her against him before turning them around and pressing her back against the door once he closes it. “Fuck, baby,” he says against her, and she whimpers. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all damn day.” 

 “How come?” she asks, and it almost kills him, how much she loves when he talks to her like this. 

 “Because you’re so fucking hot,” he tells her, gripping her thigh so that her knee cradles his hip and pushing her more firmly into the door. “And god damn beautiful and perfect. This little pink thing you're wearing barely covers your perfect tits, baby.” 

 She giggles and moans somehow, her breath catching as he squeezes her breast. She turns her head, cheek against the door behind her, and he bites her neck and he earns a shocked gasp that he wasn’t expecting. But then she’s slapping her hand against his shoulder and he backs away quickly, eyes flying open in concern for her until he sees what she’s seeing. 

 A fucking Pamela Anderson poster. 

 They’re not in the bathroom. 

 “What,” he says. “Ew, fu- what the fuck!”

 “Eddie! You said the bathroom!”

 “I thought this was the bathroom!”

 “I think it’s Mike’s room.”

 “I can see that! God dammit, Wheeler! Leave it to that twerp to kill my boner for the second time this week.”

 “Eddie,” she scolds softly. 

 “I don’t wanna know why that is on the back of his door, across from his bed .”

 She laughs. “I think you already know.”

 “ Chrissyyy, ” he whines pathetically, and she brushes his unruly hair away from his eyes.

 “Come on,” she laughs, taking his hand and opening the door, peaking out into the hallway and smirking back at him as she squeezes his hand. The string that should hold her bikini top together is loose, about to fall open, and he wants to tug at the end of it so that she spills right out, but he holds back, still traumatized by Mike Wheeler. 

 But she pokes around the hall, a little more purposely this time now that she’s not dealing with the distraction of his hands all over her, and she finds the bathroom door, smirking back at him again as she opens it and pulls him inside. Then she presses his back to the door just like he had done to her, and she slides down onto her knees, and he’s done for. 

 “Do you taste like chlorine?” she asks, the question random enough to make him laugh and almost forget about the sight that made him want to bleach his eyes. 

 “I might,” he agrees. “Is that a massive turn off for you?” 

 She shrugs, too casually for the way she unties the small bow that holds his swim trunks up on his hips. “I guess we’ll find out.” 

 She isn’t shy as she drags her tongue flat along the underside of his cock, from the base all the way to the tip which she sucks between her lips and then releases. Even if he had softened slightly at the sight of Pamela Anderson on the back of Mike Wheeler’s door, she’s made up for it tenfold as she lightly grasps the base of him and wraps her lips around him once more. 

 He makes a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a sigh, his head falling backwards against the posterless door behind him, and he can feel her soft giggle in the back of her throat. “Shit, baby,” he breathes, unable to stop himself from talking. In fact, he can never seem to shut up when he’s with her. “You’re so fucking good at that.” 

 She likes it when he says things like that to her. She likes it when he reaches down and cups her wide-open jaw, his thumb gently caressing her cheek while she fills her mouth with him. She likes it when he tells her what a good job she’s doing, what a good girl she’s being. And he’s fucking obsessed with doing those things for her. 

 They're a perfect match, honestly. 

 She moans as she pulls him deep into her throat, her eyes watering as she stares up at him, her fingernails sharp against his ass as she holds him close to her. “That’s it,” he praises, as if she isn’t the one who has him basically in a chokehold. “Such a good girl, aren’t you? You take me so well in your throat, don’t you baby?” 

 Her whine vibrates against his tip and he has to throw his head back again, although he wants nothing more than to keep watching her. But then he remembers they have to be quick, that they’re in the Wheeler’s upstairs bathroom and she’s supposed to be changing and he’s supposed to be having a smoke break, so he looks back down at her and holds her jaw still, giving her a smirk when she pouts up at him. 

 “Later,” he promises. “I need to fuck you.” 

 She releases him with a pop, grinning up at him like a vixen as she licks her lips, and he takes her hands and pulls her into a standing position, turning her so she’s back against the door again. “Quick and dirty?” she asks knowingly, and he pinches her hip. 

 “Maybe, if that’s what you deserve for making my mouth water all day long. I think you knew exactly what you were doing, sweetheart.” 

 “Of course I did,” she confirms as he pulls her swimsuit down, exposing her ass and her dripping core. 

 “Did that make you wet?” he asks, falling to his knees before her as if they have any time for this. “Did sucking my dick make you wet, too?” 

 “Always,” she breathes, whimpering when he licks a strip through her arousal and slamming her hand against the door when he sucks her clit between his lips. “Fuck, we dont–” 

 “I know,” he says against her, swirling his tongue over her once, twice, three more times before he’s on his feet again and lifting her knees to wrap her around his hips. He kisses her solidly, the taste of each of them mixing together perfectly on their tongues, and then he feels her small, deft hand reaching between them and lining him up perfectly to her entrance. “So perfect,” he breathes into her mouth, and she sighs softly. 

 “I know,” she repeats back to him with a nod, her forehead against his. He knows just what she means; while he was referring to every aspect of her, she’s referring to the fact that the connection they have to one another is perfect . 

 He almost tells her, with his forehead pressed to hers, the perfect pointed tip of her nose running along the bridge of his, that he loves her. It’s been on the tip of his tongue for so long, probably too long, because he fell for her practically the moment he saw her shaken and terrified in the woods that afternoon. Immediately he found himself wanting to scoop her into his arms and hold her until she felt better, and then, that’s exactly what he did that night when she fell from the ceiling with no broken bones and her eyes still intact in her skull. 

 He held back in the woods because of Jason. But later that night, nothing could have stopped him from holding her and crying with her and kissing her head, her nose, her cheeks, her lips. He’s loved her since then, but he can’t tell her. Not yet, anyway. She’s been through too much. The last thing he wants to do is overwhelm her, so he stays quiet.

 Instead, he plunges into her when she urges him to, practically begging him to take her, to thrust into her, to drive her against the door. She likes it like this, rough and soft all at once, his words harsh but loving, his thrusts forceful but tender. It’s when she clings to him the hardest and moans into his ears the loudest. 

 No loud moaning tonight, though, he reminds himself. He latches his lips to hers to keep her quiet, hips pistoning quickly to bring her to ecstasy before their absence is noticed. She cries out into his mouth when his fingers trace along her clit, his name falling from her lips in no time as she starts to squeeze around him and plummet off the edge of the cliff they’ve been on together all day long. 

 Hell, they’re always there together. They can’t get enough of one another. 

 They come together, both of them struggling to stay quiet as the pleasure takes over. She curses against him, and he loves the fact that she’s been cursing more and more these last few months, although still only when she’s turned on. She pulls his hair almost too much, but he doesn’t mind. Her strong thighs crush his hips between them and the pressure brings him along with her. 

 Her moans turn to sighs, soft pants against his sweat-slicked neck. She releases her nails from the back of his shoulders and he misses the sharp reminder of her, reveling in the indents she’ll leave behind. He almost says it. 

 “ God ,” she breathes, and he smirks, because Chrissy Cunningham would never have used the Lord’s name in vain three months ago. She’d say he’s corrupting her, and she’d say it with a grin on her face. “We have to get back.” 

 “Nooo,” he pleads, holding her tight, silently begging her not to drop her feet to the floor but letting her go anyway. “What if I get horny again?” 

 “There’s another bathroom in the basement,” she smirks as she bends for her small bag and pulls out her denim shorts.

 He punches up into the air and she laughs. “Chrissy Cunningham, you’re a freak.” 

 She giggles once his Metallica t-shirt covers her again and leans up to press a soft kiss to his lips, one that he’d be a fool not to return, and it strikes him that he still can’t even move to pull his trunks back up. 

 “I’m a freak for you, Eddie Munson.” 

 The glares they get when they return, Chrissy getting downstairs just a minute after he pretends to return from his van, are well earned. Even if their friends don’t know that they almost accidentally fucked in Mike’s room, and even if they don’t know that they did fuck in the Wheeler’s upstairs bathroom, they know they were up to something. Two people don’t just leave a party for 15 minutes at the same time and return with a post-sex glow. 

 Dustin glares the hardest. Mike gags. Steve and Robin exchange looks, and he passes her a five dollar bill. 

 But then they start a fire in the pit behind the pool deck and Nancy hands out blankets, and Chrissy curls up into his side because she wants to be close to him. She wants to feel his arm solid and warm around her as he holds her. She wants to nuzzle her cheek into his collarbone and grin against his sunburnt skin. She wants to laugh with his friends and roast marshmallows and actually eat one, and she wants to joke with Dustin about how Eddie talks in his sleep. 

 She wants to spend time with him, and what's more, she wants to spend time with his friends. And he loves her. Soon, he knows he’ll get to a point where he can’t hold it in anymore, but for now, he’ll keep holding her close and making her smile, making sure she can feel it. For now, he’ll ensure that she knows it as fact so that she believes him without a doubt when he finally says it.

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Tiny Tag List:

@itsfabianadocarmo @klauscarolove

#you make loving fun #eddissy ff #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #walk home wheeler #smut #fluff #eddie x chrissy fanfic #hellcheer #hellcheer ff #hellcheer fanfic

[kermit-the-hag]

also while I'm sure a minority of freaks might ship joe/joe the majority of content is just joke and memes about joseph saying joe is attractive which... He did. Like it's just joking around about one actor finding the other hot and being open about it, just like we joke around about david having a crush on winona when he was younger and he's never quite let it go but obviously he's married and has a lot of respect for her?? No one actually ships them, it's just jokes cause it's funny and it's cute and the actors have talked about it

hey anon, i think you might have misinterpreted my posts. maybe try give them a read over again 😅 my original anon reply was for someone saying that steddie shippers were worse when i brought up my issues with people shipping grace and joseph irl.

i actually haven’t seen any posts from people who irl ship joe and joseph, but i have seen a big chunk of people shipping grace and joseph. however, i’m not a person who says “never” so if a hellcheer fan claims to have seen some irl shipping for joe and joseph, i’m not going to say that it never happened. hopefully you have a quick look back and understand what i’m actually saying lol

#im a fuckin steddie shipper ffs #i also like hellcheer so i feel like all the calls are coming from inside the house #irl shipping is just gross #stranger things #this fandom is a goddamn mess #grace van dien #joseph quinn #joe keery

[ashleyfanfic]

WIP Title Game

Thank you@pearlypairings for tagging me!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

YOU GUYS ASKED FOR IT - this is just the list until I got tired of scrolling

The Real World

Arranged marriage 7

hellcheer zombie au

Three men and a baby

Scarecrow

Untitled document

fuck you fuck you fuck you you're cool i'm out

legends novel

7deadly sins

dany twins 2

Bran 106

Chrissy Lives outline

survived the upside down

Jon 105

103 Meera

c&c 5

Dragons 26

Three times Eddie drives and one time Chrissy does

Rewrite 4

Chapter 15

When Eddie Met Chrissy

Alpha Omega Hellcheer Nonsense

Moonlighting 1

Dragons 28

MHWFS 6

Polin Chapter 5

Hellcheer 3

Eddissy Christmas 3

Eddissy Christmas 2

Eddissy Christmas 1

Laura Cunningham

Thank you

Chrissy Dance

Pay Eddie

YMF Wedding

108 Jaime

MOF 14

Oral 6

Catch 12

When He Was Wicked 1

smut ff

pen pals

public sex

colin pen

wandering

oral 5

dragons 24 smut

angst

kinkfest 11

season 2

angsty polin

dramione bd 36

Feel free to send me an ask about any of them...

Tagging if you’re feeling it : @muttpeeta @combatfaerie @xxthewolvenstormxx @chrissy-n-eddie @chrissyfied @rizzlewrites @adecila @frostbitepandaaaaa

#my fan fic

[astorytotellyourfriends]

Hi! Sorry if i'm bothering you, but english is not my first language and I can't tell if I get what AO3 means about subscription. I really appreciate all of your works, i was really into your hellcheer ffs (you're a very talented writer, one of my favorites hellcheer creator), but since you apply the restriction i'm not able to read them :( i don't know your motivations (but i'm sure they're more than valid), but I really miss your stories so (if it's not a problem) can you please enlight me?

Sorry again, and if you don't have time or anything else, don't worry, i'll try to fix the problem myself!

Wish you all the best! 💞

hi anon! i'm so sorry that you can't read my fics anymore, but don't worry! getting an invite to ao3 is very easy.

if you go to ao3's homepage, you should see a grey text box that looks similar to this (though i'm guessing it may be in whatever your native language is instead of english like mine):

if you click the "get invited!" button, it'll take you to this next page:

and from there you can input your email and be added to the list for an invite. don't be alarmed by the number of pending invites, i know it seems like a lot but you should get an email from ao3 in a little over a week with a link that will help you make your own account.

or, if you have a friend who already has an ao3 account, you can ask them about their invites! if they're logged in and on their ao3 dashboard, there should be a button on the far right that says "invitations":

from there, they'll get a page where they can put in your email and you should receive an invite right away! i actually have 8 invites, so if you're comfortable giving me your email (that i would ONLY use for this, i promise), you can message me off anon and i'll help you out.

i hope this was easy to understand and thank you so much for reaching out!! i'm sorry i had to lock my fics for registered users only but it's one of the few things i can do to try and protect my work from being fed into AI by bots :(

#answered #Anonymous #ao3

[cookiemeal0]

Okay I litterally just posted, but I'm back with more ranting. Can antis not differentiate fiction and reality?! Like I see so many people on Twitter rn being like "wouldn't wanna be Grace rn haha" because of ONE thing Joe said. They're acting like she's shipping herself with Joseph, which she isn't! She's shipping two FICTIONAL characters. I bet you she could care less if Joseph shipped eddissy or not. Jesus christ, touch some grass

#joseph quinn #grace van dien #leave grace alone ffs #stop being weird #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #stranger things #eddissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer

[parkerscheer]

an anti blocked me bc i asked them if they though steve and nancy is/was illegal (like they say eddissy/hellcheer is) bc on s2 when they were still dating, he was 18 and she was not 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 well well well. no hate to the person, i wanted a genuine answer. i’m so tired of the age discourse ffs

#personal #stranger things #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #hellcheer

[a-strange-inkling]

Not me refreshing your blog everyday during the last week hoping to find out that you'd published the NYE Sequel. Like it was my first thought of the day and the last at night. And no, i'm not kidding (kinda wish i was😂). And yes, i've read the updates in your schedule but hope never dies, so my tentatives! Finally the moment has come and I can't wait to read it! I've been wainting for it since Valentine's Day (it was scheduled for that day, right? Gosh, i feel like a maniac). I know that probably this message would sound a little creepy but it's my way to tell you that the world you had created stuck in my head. I looove the way you had captured Eddie and Chrissy's essences, how you had brought to life what should have been their future, what they deserved, their lovely girls, ecc. so much that my personal hellcheer headcanons had slowly disappeared. Like my own hellcheer story feels wrong while yours is the right one. I don't know if I've explained it well, lets say that the OH universe is like canon for me. Keep going if writing (in general not only st-ff) is what makes you happy, because you're so talented! And i'm not telling you for some sort of self-interest (actually a little 🤭), but cause I really think so!

Hope that this message could be appreciated, at least a little bit as much as i appreciate your works, altough the two things cannot be compared. I'm italian btw so sometimes (or always?) my english could not make sense...

Wish you all the best❤️

-Rachele :)

P.S. you gave me a happy start of the day, and believe me it was almost impossible after spending like the last 72 hours wrinting my university thesis without having any idea of what i'm doing. 

Hi Rachele ❤️

Omg I’m absolutely speechless! Thank you so much for reading and sorry for the wait (it was planned for Valentine’s Day, yes 😭) I’m so touched that you connect with my little pocket universe enough to check everyday! It’s mind blowing and humbling to me and I’m just so touched.

Oh, I’m so glad you enjoy my version of them in this story, but please know your takes, stories, and headcanons on them are just as valid as mine! That’s the best part about hellcheer, there’s so much potential and possibilities ✨💕

Thank you so much! I am actually getting more serious at working on my original stories as well, writing fics for the first time in years has really inspired me 💕

Good luck with your thesis! ✨💖

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #ask answered

[doubtingthomasin]

i am here to prove that i am god's weakest soldier once and for all.

kinktober: hellcheer edition

prompt 1: orgasm denial

word count: 4k

MINORS DNI FFS

(i'm really not sure how many of these i can do since i'm also working on a larger piece...but i just had to try.)

@viharker

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Just act natural, Chrissy thinks to herself, standing outside the door to the drama room. Well, not the drama room itself, but the place where they store set pieces and costumes and the like. Her stomach roils in anticipation all the same.

Eddie had slipped a note in her locker between third and fourth period that day, simply asking her to meet him there once school let out, even more simply signed E.M. She ignored how her heart leapt, as she did every time it made any motion around him. It doesn’t make sense to her, how infatuated she already is with him after only a few weeks of hanging out, if that’s what you can call it. She had agreed to help tutor him for Ms. O’Donnell’s class, and things were going well so far. Probably just wants extra study time, she assures herself, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

She’ll take anything as long as he doesn’t say what she’s dreading to hear the most.

None of this makes sense, Chrissy. We shouldn’t hang out anymore. We’re just too different.

The knots in her stomach tighten again at the thought. She knows he’s actually a good guy, wouldn’t do anything to embarrass or hurt her on purpose, so why else would he want to meet so privately if not to call this whole arrangement off?

It’s a little longer before she realizes she’s been standing there for about five minutes. Maybe he left. Maybe he’s smoking. Maybe she should just knock, for crying out loud.

She does so, timidly so that she thinks it might not carry enough.

“You may enter.”

His sudden voice makes her gasp, and she shakes her head. Get it together, Chrissy. It’s probably just a tutoring session.

She pushes the door open slowly to find Eddie sitting on what looks like a throne at the head of a large table, one foot on the chair, the other leg dangling over the side carelessly. He’s leaning on the chair arm with his hand dangling in front of his mouth, but he rests his chin on his fist as she walks closer. Smiling a little at her obvious confusion.

He looks so damn good she could die.

She offers a small, nervous, “Hi,” little wave and all.

“Hey.” It's all he says, staying still. She can't see how his pulse is jumping in his throat or how she's stolen his breath just by walking in the room.

She looks around the room, empty of any other occupants. Still. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

He shrugs, folding his hands over his t-shirt. “‘S just us, gorgeous.” Chrissy swears her whole body shudders at the endearment, but it doesn't seem that he noticed.

“Right, yeah. The note.” She nods, taking him in again. His jacket and vest are on the table, his tee dotted with slashes and holes she's sure he made himself–and she realizes he's one of those guys who looks dangerously attractive in one layer. Calm down, Chrissy, holy hell.

“Sorry to be so mysterious." He's up off the chair in one fluid movement, slowly walking toward her. "But I figured if you accidentally lost it, you wouldn’t want someone explicitly knowing who you’ve been hanging out with recently.” He raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't actually mind being her secret friend. Or whatever she wanted to call him.

She can call him anything. No matter what, he's already hers.

She shakes her head. “I don’t care if people know.”

That actually surprises him a bit, though it doesn't show. “Really?”

“No," she insists with a shrug of her own. "I mean…they have you all wrong.”

His somewhat smug grin softens a tinge. “How so?”

“They think…well, don’t make me say it.”

“Why not?” he asks innocently.

“I don’t want your feelings hurt," she implores. Eddie's eyes widen before he scoffs, which then turns into a genuine laugh. It'd been years since someone around his age had given even two shits about his feelings. “Did I do something? Say something?”

He swallows the rest of his laughter before playing coy again. “What makes you ask that?” He's standing right in front of her, and he hopes she can see the affection in his eyes past the teasing.

But he's not sure she can. Instead, she just seems suspicious. “You’re just…acting different.”

“I guess I’ve made a decision." God, here it comes, she thinks miserably. "It…occurred to me when you told me you were breaking up with Jason soon, but it took me a few days to, I don’t know, imagine the possibilities.”

She thought she knew what he was about to say, so the strange turn in subject matter has her shaking her head again. “I’m not following, Eddie.”

“D’you know what makes a good DM, Chrissy?” He looks at her expectantly, leaning back against the table on his hands.

“DM?”

“Dungeon Master." He's moving, can't seem to stop moving actually, walking slowly around her. "It’s a Dungeons & Dragons term. It’s what I am, actually. I decide what happens to all the player’s characters, in a manner of speaking. They roll the dice, but I’ve already laid out what could happen ahead of time. Whether they roll well or badly, I’m always ten steps ahead." 

He puts his hands softly on her shoulders for a moment, but it still makes her jump. "You gotta be. It’s more than just having a good imagination. I mean, I do…God, I do." He's standing right behind her, his voice suddenly heavy, and she thinks she might know what he's looking at. She refuses to get her hopes up. "The point is, in this room, I’m in charge. I rule with an iron fist and very little mercy. So now, being forewarned," He walks back into view, eyes shimmering as he crossed his arms, "I ask you, Chrissy Cunningham. Do you have what it takes to join us?”

She'd been so caught up in wondering whether he was checking her out or not that she almost misses his question. “I'm sorry. Join who in what?”

He looks to the side, wondering how he could've been clearer. “D-Dungeons & Dragons. We’re starting a new campaign next month, and we’ll have the full group as long as…Lucas doesn’t abandon us for basketball camp.”

“W-..." A smile spreads across her face as she realizes this is the opposite of what she thought would happen. "I don’t know the first thing about it.”

“I’ll teach you," he says supportively, waving a hand. "You’re gonna need something to distract you from the heartbreak and I am more than happy to provide that.”

She's honestly not sure what to say. The fact that he wants to include her in a hobby that she knows is vastly important to him has her blushing for some reason. “I…I guess I can try.”

He claps his hands in triumph, making her laugh. “That’s my girl! I was so hoping you’d say yes. Trust me, it’s so fun, especially when you get to make Dustin mad. I do it on purpose all the time." He's grabbing his lunch box and textbook when he remembers the nervous look on her face when she walked in, so he stops, mirth evaporated. "Just out of curiosity, Chrissy, what did you think we were meeting to discuss?”

“I thought maybe an extra tutoring session," she says honestly, but he's giving her that look. The searching one he gave her that first day at the picnic table, like he's trying to read her mind. She decides on more honesty. "Or that you didn’t wanna hang out with me anymore or something stupid like that." She's not making eye contact, fiddling with her hair as she kicks her foot a little on the floor. "It’s so stupid.”

He leaves his things on the table to put his hands on her shoulders. The seriousness in his eyes gives her goosebumps. “Why would I abandon you?”

The way he says it, as if there's no possible way he'd ever consider it, finally brings her eyes to his. “I don’t know.” 

She said it in such a small, quiet voice that it was a good thing he was looking at her lips anyway. He knows she's not naturally quiet, no cheerleader is. It's been instilled in her, forced on her somewhere along the way. He definitely wants to gut whoever did that. 

“I guess," he begins, scratching the back of his neck, "I could…go ahead and tell you something else I’ve been debating. I just don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or make you change your mind.”

Her brow furrows before she smiles softly. “How could you make me uncomfortable?” He's close enough now that he can smell her strawberry shampoo, see the mascara meticulously coating each pale lash above those beautiful blue eyes, the shine of her plush, glossed lips.

He's so close. So dangerously close.

And she doesn't seem to mind.

That knowledge gives him the courage–or stupidity, he'll find out which soon enough–to continue.“ I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time, like years. Like…since the talent show back in eighth grade when you were, uh, the only one who clapped for our song. And um…the last thing I’d ever want to do is make you feel obligated or…I don’t know." He swallows nervously, smiles a little frantically. "I’m losing my words. That’s not a good quality in a DM, by the way.”

“You like me?” Chrissy asks, taking one of his hands in hers. “As in…romantically?” She's almost too calm, but she's still trying to comprehend how this can be possible. He's older and gorgeous and so much more sure of himself than she fears she'll ever be.

Eddie's heart hammered in his chest, trying to escape because it's still too far away from her. He gives a wry nod. “Pretty sure that’s the word for it." Dropping her hand, he shifts both his tone and his body away. "So, yeah. Much bigger chance of you leaving me. And that's what I'm giving you a chance at right now, I guess."

She's starting to get whiplash. "I'm lost again."

"Leave if you want, kill me now before I get attached to you or something." He laughs a bit manically on the "kill me now" like he expects it. She can tell he means it, not taking his eyes off the table as he idly flips at the textbook cover. But he's waiting, breathing heightened as he tries to brace himself for the worst.

"Eddie…" She crosses the small distance, reaching up to touch his cheek. Relief floods them both at the moment of contact, his eyes closing against her cool fingertips on his cheekbone. He exhales sharply, the sound making her thighs clench. She presses even closer, her thumb ghosting over his bottom lip and he shivers. "It's too late for me."

When he opens his eyes, hers are so warm, so innocent and wide that he feels his pants tighten. He almost protests when she removes her thumb, the words lost yet again when she leans up to press her lips to his.

It's a chaste, sweet kiss that his brain doesn't even compute until it's over, so quickly he easily could've dreamt it. He has before. He swallows thickly as he opens his eyes again to find hers are still closed–and his darken as he thinks of the ways in which he wants to consume her. Ways he'd only ever let himself imagine in his room in the dark, now released unbidden in his mind with one, soft kiss.

His eyes are dazed as if he'd gotten hold of some really good bud. He might as well have, for how intoxicating she proves to be. "You haven't broken up with Jason yet." It sounds like a valid reason to stop, but his hands are already resting on her waist, the back of her neck.

His voice is barely above a whisper, reverberating through her chest. She thinks she's already wet. But then her eyes fly open for a moment as his cool fingers reach the heated skin on the back of her neck, and she sees his face and knows she is. "Is that a deal-breaker?" Her voice is high, quaking and strained at the sight of lust in every feature of his.

And then he's smiling, hand sliding into her hair to hold her tighter, leaning into her lips just to brush against them. "Not even close." He chokes it out, already sounding desperate as he kisses her again.

He's almost bruising, he's wanted this so goddamn long, their tongues meeting as she lets him in. But she squeaks, pulling back a little, and he realizes he pulled her hair too hard. "I'm so sorry," he says quickly, panting as she pulls away completely.

Chrissy catches her breath, not taking her eyes off him as her mind absolutely reels. It's obvious from his face, from the red flush and the set of his jaw, that she'd just caught a glimpse of a side of him she wasn't meant to. His eyes are wide, apologetic, and she looks toward the door.

Oh, God, please don't leave me.

"What am I doing?" she asks, staring at the floor for a moment before moving toward the exit.

Eddie's stomach falls in a sickening way, his brain frantically searching for the right words. "I'm so sorry, Chrissy, please." He follows after her at a distance like a puppy, anxiety clawing up his throat, watching her strawberry blond ponytail bob up and down for what could be the last time. “I’m such a creep, I’m sorry. Please don’t leave, yell at me or hit me or–” That’s as far as he gets before he sees her shut the door and lock it, turning to him with a partly amused grin.

“Hit you?” she asks, walking back over to him. He stays perfectly still, unsure whether or not he actually messed up. But she places one hand against his cheek, letting the other slip slowly down from his shoulder to his stomach, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. Her eyes stay trained on his, fleeting glances at his lips, as she presses her body firmly to his. “I could never hurt you, Eddie.”

Oh, if she only knew how horribly wrong she was.

His breathing slows as he realizes everything’s okay, but his heart is making a beeline for her yet again. “I thought you were leaving.” His voice sounds pitiful to his own ears, but he can’t even find any shame in that.

“Don’t think I could do that either,” she whispers, her roving hand resting on his belt buckle. Oh, Christ. "Just thought…we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us…would we?"

Her eyes are hazy, her bottom lip jutting out slightly, begging to be bitten. Never so fast has relief turned to white-hot need in his gut. A groan escapes him as he feels one of her fingers pressing against his stomach, and the sound makes her ache in all the right places. He says nothing, his voice stolen by the vixen currently letting her fingertips ghost over his collarbone. 

God, she’d wanted to touch him for what felt like ages.

Even just the small movements of her hands has him on a knife’s edge, and he wants to let her do whatever she wants, but he needs clarity. “What exactly are you asking for, Chrissy?”

She slowly blinks up at him. “Whatever you’ll give me, Eddie.” She sounds so pleading, so breathy, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Careful.” He finally moves, taking her hand from his chest and placing it on the back of his neck. “That’s everything, princess.” He’s glad he sounds more confident than he feels.

She smiles as he looks at her reverently, his hands on her hips. “Then…I just want you to touch me.”

At the request he groans again, lower in his chest. “Where?”

And then she says the three most beautiful words he’s ever heard.

“Anywhere you like.”

She tilts her head, leaning up to kiss him, when he suddenly lifts her into the air. Chrissy yelps, her hands meeting behind his neck, and her legs have no choice but to quickly wrap around his waist. He exhales sharply as he feels her heat against his fully clothed erection, and she gasps at feeling him grind into her, happy that she went with a skirt that morning.

Eddie gives her a mischievous smirk before capturing her lips, his hands on her ass and thighs as hers weave their way into his hair. They moan freely, loudly into a furious assault of tongues, lips, and teeth, and she barely feels gravity pulling against her as he lowers her onto the table.

He has one hand on her thigh, halfway under her skirt, as his other hand grabs her chin to break their kiss. She whimpers at the loss of contact, which only makes him laugh, a low, dusky sound as he meets her eye to speak. “Can I taste you, too?” His voice betrays him, shaky and full of hunger.

She’s stunned, her eyelids fluttering as she comprehends his meaning. Jason had said before that boys didn’t like going down on girls, refusing to do it himself even as he asked for a blowjob. The fact that Eddie wants to has her legs opening wider on their own, her skirt falling back prettily against her hips. So she nods, her world tilting on its axis as his thumb presses into her bottom lip.

He swears he’s going to burst just looking at her. “I need words, baby.” 

She exhales shakily, trying to find her voice. “Yes…please.” She somehow makes eye contact, his pupils blown wide so that his eyes look almost black, and wonders if she looks the same. His thumb is still pulling down on her lip, laser-focused as he moves it inward across her teeth.

Oh.

She’d read about this move in Cosmo.

Her tongue languidly laps at the tip of his thumb as she closes her lips around it, sucking him further into her mouth. She gives him those big doe eyes again and she can tell right away that he hadn’t been expecting the lewd display he was currently receiving, his mouth falling further open as he groans loudly.

“Jesus Christ, Chrissy.” He removes his thumb quickly to kiss her again, hand sliding back into her hair as he lays her down. He moves away from her mouth, peppering kisses over her cheek until he makes it down to the pulse in her neck, growling into her skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

She can’t focus to respond as the hand on her thigh hooks into the waistband of her panties, pulling gently in question. It’s the only response she can afford, pulling down from the other side as they remove the thin fabric together. Once they’re off, he shoves them in his back pocket, nipping her neck a little when he finally feels how wet she is.

She cries out at the sudden contact, his large fingers stroking almost immediately up and down her opening. “You’re drenched, baby.” Chrissy whimpers at the smile in his honeyed voice, marveling at how he can play with her when he’s just as aroused. 

“Eddie, please, I need it.” And he almost breaks, almost gives into the temptation to rip her clothes off and fuck her into the table. Instead, he removes his hand, neglect drawing a pained whine from her pretty little throat.

“What do you say?” He’s almost kicking himself mentally, on the edge of Heaven itself and he still wants to push for more. Her legs wrap tighter as she ruts against him, and he presses both hands into her hips, pinning her to the table. She whines again, eyes closed with the most gorgeous, agonized expression on her face, and she’s perfect how she is. 

He doesn’t need her eyes open yet anyway.

Eddie catches her chin again, firmly turning her face to where he can rest his lips against hers, speaking into her mouth. She’s already burning up. “What. Do. You. Say?”

“Please,” she cries softly, her cunt throbbing. “I said please.” He’s smiling again, his fingertips brushing the inside of her thigh, a promise of more on its way that makes her squirm beneath him.

“‘Please,’ what?” He doesn’t know exactly why he’s pushing her so much, but she sounds so fucking good that he can’t seem to stop.

She’s almost confused, and she searches her mind for what word or phrase he wants her to use. It doesn’t take her long, and the knowledge of what he wants to hear surges straight down to her clit.

“Please–” she begins, faltering. But she was already too far gone. They both were. “Please, master.”

The hand on her thigh stops, his eyes closing as hers open, his jaw clenching as the sound of her plea reaches into his gut and turns him inside out. He’s kissing her again, lazily licking into her mouth as he resumes stroking her. She moans with relief as he sucks on her neck, her head lolling to the side to give him better access. She’s just relaxing into his hand, smiling and biting her lower lip, when a finger slides inside her. 

Chrissy arches up slightly, mouth falling open as he curls the digit against her inner wall. “Oh, my God.”

He kisses up her throat, trailing his hand down from her hair to over her clothed breast, squeezing. “Let’s stick with ‘master’ for now.” She laughs, a small, clipped sound cut off by his thumb finding her clit, rolling it in small quick circles. She keens at the intensity, and she’s so loud they might actually get caught. Fuck it. “One more finger?” he asks once she’s quieter, his voice somehow stronger.

She nods desperately. “Please, please.” He obeys, and her eyes roll back as he strokes in earnest. His hand slides under her shirt, under her bra, finding her nipple and pinching. Her hand tightens in his hair as she yelps, legs starting to shake. She feels cool air on her chest as he pushes her clothes up, trading his pinching fingers for his mouth.

“Yes, yes, fuck!” She really is being so deliciously loud, and he’s never been harder in his life. He groans as he sucks, but his patience with himself is wearing thin. The fingers inside her quicken, her whimpered words incomprehensible as she gets closer to her breaking point. But he does catch, “Eddie, I’m so close.”

And that’s his cue. His hands and mouth cease their onslaught, and he pulls her bra and shirt back down as she feels an honest flare of anger in the pit of her stomach. She hides it, opting for just as honest confusion instead. “W-What are you doing? I didn’t finish.”

“I know,” he says simply, his cock leaking as he slides her panties up her legs. She catches his wrist firmly. He figured she would, and looks up at her with feigned innocence.

“Why can’t I come?” She sounds so heartbroken that he almost changes his mind.

He sits her up, takes in the exquisite sight of her rucked up skirt, messed hair, her pouting swollen lips and pink cheeks. Christ, she’s perfect. And she wants him.

“Sweetheart,” he begins, grabbing his coat and vest to put them on, “you’re loud enough to wake the dead.”

Her face falls as she looks down at her legs. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no, no,” he says softly, taking her chin again and planting a comforting kiss on her lips. “That’s never a bad thing.” His fingers caress her neck and she leans into the touch. “I’m so hard it’ll probably be painful to walk, if that’s any indication of how much I love it.” Her lips curl up in a shy smile as he presses his forehead to hers. “And while I’d love nothing more than to ravish you on this table, you can’t afford to get caught on school grounds, can you?”

It’s a really good point, and she nods against the aching emptiness between her legs.

“So, my lady,” he concludes, pulling her off the table and into his arms, “we’ll just have to move this party outside.” And with one more kiss that makes her giggle, he gathers his things, takes her by the hand, and leads her out to the parking lot.

#i've gotta be less wordy lol #eddissy #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer kinktober #evan's writing