#hellcheer kinktober
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kinktober: hellcheer edition
prompt 12: the cheer skirt
word count: 2.5k
WARNING: abuse mention
MINORS DNI
(i...am actually not sorry for the angst.)
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Chrissy’s panicking. Even as she breathes slowly through her nose and out her mouth, she knows it’s just a matter of time before she has to pull over and let the impending panic attack run its course. She just hopes she makes it to the trailer park by then.
She glances down briefly at her ruined skirt, angry at herself for picking up that mustard bottle at all. She could already hear the fat comments from her mother in her head, and the thought sent her spiraling closer to the inevitable. On the surface it looks like she’s breaking the speed limit because of a stain, and she won’t be able to explain the truth if she gets pulled over, but getting a ticket is well and truly low on her list of worries.
She figures she’s in a position to barter, if Eddie’s even home. She can eventually pay him back for a new skirt from her allowance…or do something else entirely to compensate. She really doesn’t care, just as long as her mom doesn’t find out.
Chrissy almost misses the trailer park entrance, skidding nearly to a halt to make the turn. She slows down over the gravel, only stopping once she reaches his trailer, hopping out of the car and onto the porch. She knocks insistently, but he must’ve heard her pull up because she doesn’t knock for longer than a second.
“Let me in, please?” she asks, but almost walks into him as he moves to let her pass. Eddie glances quickly around outside before shutting the door, as the usual protocol entails, which she seems to have forgotten.
“Oh, my God, are we doing fantasy number seventeen?” he asks around the cigarette in his mouth, noticing her cheer outfit before the fearful look on her face. “Uh-oh, what’s wrong?” She’s pacing the carpet, shaking her hands, and his first horrifying thought is that her period’s late. “Chrissy?”
“Do you have forty-five dollars?”
His eyes grow wider. “Do I have fo–uh, yeah.” A beat. “Why?”
She yanks at her skirt, holding it out so he can see the mustard stain right down the middle front. “This is why.”
His head drops forward in relief before replying. “If that’s gonna cost forty-five dollars, your dry cleaner’s robbing you blind.”
“Not for the dry cleaner,” she groans in exasperation, “for a new skirt.”
He does the simple math in his head. “Don’t we have less than a month of school left?”
“Eddie–”
“I thought your parents were loaded.”
She slows and stares at him, swallowing before looking down at her feet. “She can’t know.”
He takes the cigarette from his mouth, stubs it out in the ashtray on the kitchen counter. “Your mom?” She nods.
“She can’t know, and you can’t ask why.”
His brow furrows. “I can’t ask why?”
“No, you can’t ask why.”
“Okay…why can’t I ask why?”
“Oh, my God.” The panic attack starts creeping up on her again.
“Chrissy, you want forty-five dollars from a guy who lives in a trailer park when your parents are loaded because, for some reason, your mom can’t find out, and I’m not allowed to ask why.”
“I’ll pay you back, I swear. I get an allowance every week.”
“Sweetheart, that’s fine, but why can’t your mom–”
“Because she’s a raging bitch who’ll call me fat if I eat anything, and seeing proof that I’ve eaten anything can’t happen!”
The revelation hangs in the air between them for a few seconds as they stare at each other. There are no echoes in a trailer, but her shouts reverberate in their heads all the same. Chrissy’s eyes slam shut, her face burning as she covers it with her hands.
“Nevermind, I gotta go,” she says suddenly, hands moving to clasp her arms in front of her as she zips to the door–only for him to catch her. “Eddie, n–” He holds her tightly, his lips on her hair, silent. After a moment she clings to him as well, hands bunching in his shirt as the tears start falling.
“I’m so sorry,” he mutters, pushing down every one of the hundreds of questions he wants to ask, the insults he wants to yell, knowing this isn’t the time. He’d known the whole time that something bad was going on within her family, but he’d been hoping so hard that it had nothing to do with her directly. “Don’t worry about the money, we’ll get that new skirt. We can try to get this one clean, too.”
It takes effort to stop crying, but she does it with the help of confusion. “I…I thought mustard was permanent.”
He shrugs. “Won’t know ‘til we try.”
She goes back to hugging him, nuzzling her face into his chest, Old Spice and cigarette smoke finally calming her nerves. “Thank you.”
She waits on his bed in her shirt and underwear, and he waits in the living room for the washer to finally go off. From the dial, he can tell there’s only a few minutes left in the cycle, but it seems like there’s been a few minutes left for a while.
It finally buzzes and he quickly opens the machine, pulling out the skirt to inspect it. “Shit.” After some vinegar and baking soda, there was still a clearly visible light yellow patch. He deflated as she came around the corner down the hall.
"Sorry, princess." He shows her and she rubs her forehead anxiously. "I can run it through another cycle or try bleach."
"No, it's fine," she sighs, taking the stained garment from him. "It'll take, like, three of my allowances but I'll get you the money."
"Don't worry about it." He waves her off, shutting the washer lid before turning to her, forgetting that she was practically half-naked. The air's punched out of his lungs before he can play it off as a cough and she giggles adorably when he looks away.
"Sorry," she says automatically, but he's got an idea, hand outstretched without making eye contact. "What?"
"Gimme your jacket. And the skirt."
"Um, okay." She strips off the thin jacket, handing both items over as the cool air hits her bare arms. He's still looking away and she's not sure why, since they've already seen each other naked before, but it's endearing all the same.
Yet suddenly he's in her space, kneeling down before her. "Foot up." She lifts one foot and he slides the skirt on, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt for stability as her cheeks warm up. Once the skirt's on and up her legs, he turns it halfway around and zips it, taking the jacket and tying it loosely around her waist.
"There." He stands straight to tower over her once more, hands on his hips. "Will that get you through the door and past her?"
She twists to look around her. Sure enough, the jacket drapes enough over her sides that the mustard stain and zipper are completely hidden. "Yeah, that should work." She smiles up at him in appreciation. "Thanks."
"Yeah, no problem." He grins back, dimples showing as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. "It's...occurring to me now that I could've just told you what to do instead of, you know, doing it for you."
Her lilting laugh in response settles on him like a warm breeze, his nerves fading. He opens his mouth to speak only to close it again. There's nothing he can say that will make better or fix what her mother does. But in his head, he curses that dreadful woman for making such a kind and caring girl feel any less than completely loved.
He's still on that train of thought when it derails at the look on her face. Her smile's half faded, longing showing through in her eyes as she tilts her head. She's thinking of how ironic it is, how usually he takes her clothes off instead of putting them on. It makes her feel safe, loved…and pretty hot around the collar.
She blinks rapidly, sighs. "I should go."
"Yeah, sure," he agrees, nodding. "I mean, you don't have to–"
"Right, no, it's just…they'll be wondering where I am." Her brow furrows with regret, almost like an apology.
"That makes sense," he says uselessly, just for something to say. But the longer they stare into each other's eyes, the quicker they realize no one's going anywhere.
She leans in first, hands reaching up to curl around his shoulders and pull him down. Her eyes close as she kisses him, as her hands link around the back of his neck.
His eyes open slowly, hazy and wanting, as she releases his lips. "What number was it again?"
Her question shakes him gently from the fog. "What?"
"Your fantasy." She's got that mischievous grin that he so loves.
He genuinely has to think for a moment, heart pounding. "Seven…teen."
"Okay, then." She kisses him again, and it's only a moment before he has her up off the floor, legs around his waist.
Once they make it to his bedroom, he pins her up against the closed door, her feet hanging in midair. He trails his lips gently along her neck, licking into soft kisses as he pulls the scrunchie from her hair, creamy strawberry tresses falling onto his face.
Her head softly hits the door, craning her neck to expose it more as he continues. His hands slide up from her knees to her thighs, and she sighs when they reach her panties, slightly tugging in question.
She nods and she's off the door, lying on his bed a moment later, her jacket crumpled under her lower back. He pulls her underwear down slowly, moving her legs up to remove them completely. And then he's on his knees, hands spreading her legs in order to see her bare cunt.
She's already pulsing a bit in anticipation because she knows how insanely good he is at this, and her head falls back onto the mattress as his lips caress her heat. Her hands knot in his hair as his bunch up the pleats of her skirt, clinging for dear life as he makes a mess of her.
She comes quicker than usual, so relaxed that she barely makes more than a whimper. He sucks her clit a little more, making her legs twitch as he groans before licking her clean, letting her drip a little onto the skirt. She lays still, the aftershocks fading when she feels him sliding her panties back up her legs.
"Eddie." She sits up, a sweet hand covering his wrist to stop him. He looks up at her in question. "Please."
He swallows, the taste of her still fresh on his tongue. "What's wrong?"
"I need you," she whines, her hands brushing tenderly over his cheeks. It's enough to make him moan. "Please."
Helpless, he rises to linger over her. She'd been crying only an hour ago, and as much as he wants to, he's scared of taking advantage of her vulnerability. Apparently, she has enough people in her life doing that already.
But she begs again, spreading her legs and laying back, her stomach thrilling when his fingers deftly work his belt buckle loose. His jeans and boxers fall to the floor, and he leans in for her to grab his shirt again, kissing him desperately.
She sighs loudly with relief once he's all the way inside, tugging on her skirt instead of her waist as he fucks her slowly, deliberately. Pulling all the way out just to fill her up again, lazily letting the tip of his cock nudge her clit every few strokes.
"God, you're so big," she breathes, her hands on his wrists. "Please, faster."
"Not yet, babygirl," he mutters, eyes closed as he concentrates. "Gotta get you worked up so that next time you come, this skirt gets soaked."
She gasps, almost soundless, as he keeps his slow, steady rhythm. It works, each movement feeling just a fraction more intense than the last, until even her skin's aching.
He moves them further onto the bed, brushing the fabric of her shirt over her nipples as he hikes it up to her shoulders. She's so sensitive already that it makes her keen, her toes curling as he stuffs her with his cock.
He's glad her eyes are open, else he would've missed the sign that she was close. He pinches her clit between two fingers, and she hisses. "Eddie–" She sees the look of pure fixation on his face and cuts off her own words, knowing that begging won't do any good.
Once he's satisfied that her orgasm's receded, he returns to wrinkling her skirt in his fists, twisting her side to side a little on his dick to make her squirm and mewl.
She's starting to shake and he knows he can't hold his own much longer. He lifts her off the bed and onto his lap, pulling down hard on the skirt and pressing up into her. She squeals into his shoulder as he growls, rolling his hips into hers and repeating the process.
He bites his lip, hoping the pain will ground him enough to keep going when she warns him. "I'm gonna c-come."
"Just a little longer, princess." But he flips her back down to the mattress, leaning over her to change the angle of his thrusts. "Gonna ruin this skirt completely, yeah?"
All she can do is nod, his groin pressing into her clit with intention now. He hooks an arm under her leg, bringing it up to her elbow where she's clinging to the sheets. He groans as he swirls his tongue around her nipple, her chest arching up to encourage him.
She's getting louder each time he presses up to her cervix, and he knows she's hit her limit. He sucks her tit, balls deep inside her, pulling tighter and tighter on the skirt until he hears it.
A seam pops, the fabric ripping just slightly, but the sound breaks them both. He swallows her wails as he drives into her, a handful of punishing thrusts before she's unraveling beneath him, throbbing around him. He pulls out just in time, jacking himself until he's coming on her pussy and the skirt.
He presses his forehead between her breasts, catching his breath as she absently plays with his hair. "Christ."
"I think we'll have to wash this thing again," she slurs, feeling his responding chuckle in her chest.
He rolls onto his back, pulling her into his side. "Oh, definitely."
"Now I have to drive home in a wet skirt, all worn out," she whines in her little voice, pouting before looking up at him with a smirk.
But his smile's fading, and he swallows down nerves to say one word that might change everything. "Stay."
Her smirk changes to mild shock as she leans on his chest. "What?"
"Stay the night," he clarifies. "Wayne won't be home until late morning. Just tell your mom you're staying at a friend's, have that friend cover for you."
Mentally, she still hasn't gotten past the first word. But she nods, her smile returning as she settles into his chest. "I'd stay forever if I could."
After she makes the calls and works everything out, they fall asleep in each other's arms, the washer droning on in the living room.
#something something destroying the symbol of her oppression together something#oh look a little bit of day 1 how'd that get in there#eddissy#hellcheer#hellcheer kinktober#eddie x chrissy#chrissy x eddie#evan's writing
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wanna help my worlds collide?
prompt: threesome, double penetration in two holes (kinktober)
tags: rated e (18+) hellcheer doubleteaming steve until he cries, that's the whole fic
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Chrissy’s sweet.
That’s the impression Steve gets the first time he meets her, leaning against the wall at a party hosted by their shared boyfriend.
She catches sight of him and makes a beeline for him right away, marching across the room on skyhigh heels without missing a step. There’s something predatory in her walk, a glint in her eye, and it lights Steve up like a fucking Christmas tree as she comes to a stop in front of him
It’s that kind of a party – people in lingerie and collars, a few on leashes. The Halloween theme carried out to its logical Eddie Munson conclusion of “vampire sex den”, or whatever it is he’s going for with the number of black and red pillar candles he’s got burning all over the place.
And she’s dressed to match: black dress and black heels with red soles, cherry red nails and lips, but even still. It’s not the kind of place you’d expect to meet someone like Chrissy, looking more like she’s wearing an Audrey Hepburn costume than anything you’d find in a place like this.
She looks like half the girls he went out with back in high school: sweet and bubbly and warm. A nice girl.
Well, that and the six-inch stilettos.
Her eyes light up when he tells her his name, and she leans closer and says,
“Oh my god.” Cheeks flushing pink, big toothy grin spreading across her face as she settles a hand on his arm. “Are you that Steve?”
And he smiles, tilting his head to the side. “Guess that means you’re that Chrissy.”
Her laugh is light like a bell, and he feels himself drawn in. He can tell exactly what it is that Eddie sees in her, feels a little like he’s staring at the female version of himself, and he makes a mental note to tease Eddie later about having such a distinct type.
[continue on ao3 || 4,702 words]
tag list of people who showed interest and/or outright begged me to tell them when this was posted lol: @withacapitalp @stargyles @imfinereallyy @spoookysix @wynnyfryd @starryeyedjanai @shares-a-vest @penny00dreadful @griefabyss69 @hornedqueenofhell @hbyrde36 @vegasol @salamandergoo sorry if i missed anyone??
and of course last but not least happiest of birthdays to @steventhusiast!!!!!!
#kinktober 2023#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fic#steddie#stranger things#my fic#chrissy cunningham#hellcheer#steddissy#??
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UWUSILLYGIRL’S GNARLY, NICHE, ANNOTATED, PERVERSE LIL KINKTOBER EXTRAVAGANZA!!!
hi, friends! it’s uwusillygirl! resident hellcheer BDSM pervert! :) i am hosting a little kinktober this year, for anyone interested in joining! i will be writing through it all as well, and would love to chat with y’all while we chug through it!
what i want most is for this shit to be fun and messy and flexible. being involved can include a cohesive story, it can be a bunch of blurbs, it can be just one sentence a prompt, or some other artistic interpretation!
i wanted to try and bring in some trickier/lesser tapped into kink prompts (in fact, i am nervous about writing some of these), and not all of them are kink-based, some are scenario based or kink-adjacent hehe. these are also so, so open to interpretation! please go at ‘em however you want. (and if you’re totally stuck and just wanna write pee-pee stuff post-Hoard trailer for 31 days, i will still read your shit and cheer you on. henry winkler “i love you, you’re beautiful” GIF etc. etc.)
still weighing the pros and cons of creating an official collection on ao3 (if i did, it would almost certainly be unmoderated), and i will let you know about that closer to the date!!! really hope to read some of your stuff!!!
prompts (and some notes, ideas, annotations, because i cannot shut the fuck up) under the cut, and FEEL FREE TO DM ME, CHAT WITH ME ON DISCORD, LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU'RE WRITING, ETC! CAN'T WAIT!
negotiation (this can be precursory negotiating of a scene or kink, negotiating mid-way through an act, or maybe a naughty lil’ “I’ll give you ___ if you give me ____”)
gender bend (can be both of ‘em, can be one of ‘em, can be gender fuckery, can be Freaky Friday body swap, do what you want!)
erotic humiliation or degradation (can be verbal, can be an action or task)
voyeurism (one of them is watching the other solo! or one of them is watching them with someone else! or both of them are watching something! or something else!)
cuckold/cuckqueening
involving something very hot (temperature)
involving something very cold (temperature)
phone sex (bonus points if one of them is in public or pseudo-public!)
free use
hate sex
modern!AU (could include something like but not limited to: an “extremely online” type-kink, a sex toy that would have been developed/perfected/made common in the last decade or so, a type of virtual sex that would only work with relatively modern tech, a cosplay or costume that is relatively recent, etc.)
spit
body modification
paraphilia (clothing/garment fetishism)
pet play
discipline
spectrophilia (attraction to ghosts) OR robot fetish
sex with a mirror involved
hypnokink
24/7 BDSM lifestyle
bottoming from the top (or a traditionally perceived “dominant” action done submissively — enacting pegging, breath play, etc. under the instruction of the more dominant party)
hybristophilia (fetish or erotic fixation on a criminal)
tickling
bimbofication
crossdressing
electrical play
cosplay or costume sex
feet
sex work
“we saw you from across the room and we liked your vibe” (ANYONE CAN BE SAYING THIS TO ANYONE IN ANY PAIRING OR GROUP BUT UWUSILLYGIRL WOULD LOVE IF IT WAS A COUPLE COMING ONTO SOMEONE ELSE)
free space!!!!!!!! u did it!!!
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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bully!eddie munson x fem!reader, best friend!chrissy cunningham x fem!reader, bully!eddie munson x chrissy cunningham
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, overstim, mean!eddie, soft! chrissy, mentions of jealousy, fingering, p in v right at the end, slight daddy kink, degradation, this is shit m sorry
eddie’s thick ringed fingers are relentless against your sore clit, raw with the constant and endless stimulation he’s been forcing down on you. you’re crying, tears balmy against your hot, wet cheeks; chrissy wipes them away as they fall, her dainty hands soothing against your skin. you’re alight with pleasure, paralysed with it as waves of white hot lightning ricochet through your body.
a study date, eddie had called this, but you knew he had an ulterior motive. he always does. and now you’re spread wide open on your bed in eddie’s lap as he fingers you, your best friend flushed hot when she catches sight of your pussy, bare and dripping and on display for her.
“eddie, i think she’s done,” chrissy says, cooing as you crane your head to chase her gentle touches; she’s a stark contrast to eddie’s cruel hands, groping and pinching your abused flesh.
“she can take it,” he rasps, pumping two fingers in and out your steadily weeping cunt. you’re drooling onto his chest, wailing as you feel another orgasm creep up on you.
“no, eddie, no,” you cry, pushing feebly against him as he continues with his slow torture.
“yes, you brat.” he grins as your thighs start to tremble and chrissy presses her lips to your neck, tentative and then with more fervour. she’s always wanted you, though she pushed her crush deep down; eddie’s dragged it back to the surface. “ungrateful,” he grunts. “doesn’t want what i give her. i’m being so generous, baby.” the pet name is laced with sarcasm, hushed and a little mean.
“‘m sorry,” you sob, turning your head to rub your face against him. “‘m sorry. i’ll be good. don’t be mad at me.” chrissy frowns at his cruelty, only growing more perplexed at your pining, your need for approval from this boy who treats you so awfully— but makes you feel so good.
“good girl.” he says. you lap up the praise eagerly, even as he rubs your clit so hard it stings and sends your hips involuntarily flying. “attagirl, spread your legs more f’me. wanna see your dirty little cunt. dirty little minx.” you can feel eddie’s tented jeans under you, shuffling to reach for chrissy, for comfort, as he palms at himself.
“daddy, hmph. please.”
“oh, fuuuck,” he groans. “that’s what gets you off? want daddy to take care of ya? you’re so fuckin’ hot, you little brat.”
chrissy moans softly, grinding herself absentmindedly against eddie’s thigh. he reaches out to cradle her head gently, encouraging her to rut faster against him. you’d be jealous if you were in your right mind but you’re too far gone to pay attention to either of them. not that it matters— you’re the only one he wants to torture.
eddie’s fingers speed up their rubbing against your swollen little button until you’re gushing around him, quivering in his lap. he finally takes pity on you and gives you a rest, letting your muscles fall limp against him. he’s immediately then fishing his cock out of his jeans, ruddy and leaking. you reach for it and he laughs at your eagerness.
“hold her, chrissy,” he murmurs, pushing you face down into her lap, lifting your hips until your back arches and curves into him. lining up with your pudgy folds, swiping his cock through your slick and pushing in. and breaches your little hole while you squeal and squirm.
“we’re far from done. hold still.”
#kinktober#eddie munson smut#chrissy cunningham smut#chrissy x eddie#chrissy x reader#eddie x reader#bully!eddie munson x reader#bully!eddie#chrissy cunningham x reader#chrissy cunningham fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson drabble#stranger things fic#hellcheer x reader#hellcheer smut#stranger things x fem!reader
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it’s the end of hellcheer kinktober and i just want to send all my love and hugs to the writers who wrote every day, the ones who filled only a couple prompts, the writers who shared old fics that fit the prompts for this year, y’all are champions and made every day so exciting i’ll eventually make my way through all of the fics but in the meantime here’s all my love and hugs 🤍🫂🤍🫂🤍🫂🤍
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Bottom Bunk
Eddie lives in Kokomo, not even an hour’s drive from Hawkins, but she may as well live on the freaking moon. Nothing outside of this is real, anyway. Nothing except this: when Chrissy tightens her grip on Eddie's sun bleached, buttercup yellow camp t-shirt and kisses her. She smells like bug spray. The freckled bridge of her nose is pink and starting to peel.
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sapphic camp counsellors au. for kinktober prompts GENDERBEND & SPIT.
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I would like to thank all those incredible authors who wrote for kinktober about Hellcheer.
Thank you @staceymcgillicuddy @justhere4thevibez @uwusillygirl @Littlemarysunshine @badlydrawnlips @jewelledfoxes
I can't tag everyone, but I loved reading you ! This represents a huge workload, and I really admire you for taking up the challenge.
#hellcheer#eddissy#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie x chrissy#fanfic#hellcheer fic#chrissy cunningham#kinktober
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oh my god i wrote stranger things would-be erotica............
i think i'm gonna add to this post with reblogs, but i'm definitely not doing every single day, and i'm fiddling with this a lot, so.......stay tuned.......
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Hellcheer Kinktober Day 5
Day 5 - Semi-public sex (alternate prompt)
Questionable content below cut 😉
“Lace panties?” he asked, running his hands down her thighs with a pleased sigh. “You know how to treat a guy right.”
He teased at the garter on her thigh—it matched her underwear, what a fucking goddess—before releasing it with a snap that made her squeal.
“I—”
He closed his hand around her throat, cutting her off before she could speak.
“Not. One. Word.” Eddie eased her underwear down just enough to slip his cock into her. “You don’t want all our friends and family to hear your screaming right before you walk up the aisle, do you?”
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for reasons wretched & divine by justyrae
chrissy/eddie | multi-chaptered | explicit
A collection of one shots set in the Between Comfort & Chaos universe for Kinktober.
read it here on ao3
#hellcheer#eddissy#stranger things#stranger things fic#chrissy x eddie#hellcheer kinktober 2022#my fic
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kinktober: hellcheer edition
prompt 6: exhibitionism one - inside/on jason's car
word count: 1.9k
MINORS DNI
@viharker
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"So you add up the total of the die…but you have to roll it three times?" Chrissy asks hesitantly as they emerge from the high school, arm in arm.
"Exactly," Eddie confirms. They've only been talking D&D on and off for a couple of weeks or so, but she seems to be catching on quickly from what he can tell.
"Is it always three times?"
"Uh, no, it depends on what you're rolling for," he corrects encouragingly.
"Oh." She nods, still feeling pretty lost. "Do Gary and Dave have addresses for, like, fanmail?"
He almost stops walking, blindsided as he is by the strange question. "Why?"
She shrugs, "I just wanna ask them why they made it so complicated."
He does stop walking then, looking down at her pleadingly. "...Please don't."
She breaks into a fit of cackles and he relaxes, laughing at himself for thinking she was serious. "You looked so scared for a second–oh."
"What?" He glances back down to see her staring at a specific key on her keychain. It looks like any other key, but he can tell it's not from the distressed crease of her forehead.
"I…I guess I never gave Jason his car key back." She considers the object, its weight in her hand, a burden. Seeking to mitigate it, she scans the small parking lot. "It's Wednesday, so he should be in Beta Club…"
She starts walking and Eddie simply follows. If it were his ex–if he had any to speak of, which he doesn't–he'd just throw the key in the trash. But this is part of what he loves about Chrissy; she's always thinking of others, even if they're people who aren't worth a second thought.
"Here it is," she announces, arriving at the vehicle but balking. "Now where do I put it?"
The question's rhetorical, which is good, because there's a terribly dangerous idea forming in Eddie's mind that would make speaking impossible anyway. He blinks rapidly, trying to bring himself back from the future, watching as she bends over a bit to look in the back window. She's not wearing a skirt today, but her tight little ass in those capris teases him still.
"I guess under the mat on the back floor-board's pretty safe." Chrissy opens the front door with the key, contorts her arm to flip up the back door lock, and opens the back door. "I want him to–never mind. He could never find it, for all I care."
Now she's just talking to herself, and it drifts in one ear and out the other for Eddie as he moves forward to take the space she vacated. He leans on the door frame for a moment as she climbs in, placing the key under the mat and smoothing it back down.
Once she's done, he pushes her gently but firmly toward the middle seat, clambering in after her and shutting the door.
"Eddie, what are you doing?!"
He slaps both locks down, front door and back door, and faces her. "Chrissy, hear me out, we have a…golden opportunity here." He emphasizes the word with a shudder, making her eyebrows raise.
"No, we're not defacing his car." He frowns a bit for a second, confused. "I already thought about it, but it's not worth the consequences."
He absolutely beams. "I…fucking love you for that. But what I'm offering is something far more devious." He paused, looking at her expectantly.
She thinks she has an idea of what it is. She doesn't let herself find out though. "What?"
His smile fades to a smirk. "Oh, Chrissy." He tucks some of her hair behind her ear, lets the backs of his fingers trail down her neck. She shivers, glancing out the rear window to see if Jason's charging angrily toward the car yet. "You precious little thing."
She turns back just in time for his lips to find hers and she opens up instantly, a high squeak coming from the back of her throat. She's instantly turned on, something he seems to be an expert at doing, and she fists his vest in her hands. Licking at her lips, he's already pressing into her to lay her down in the seat, but she grunts and pushes back.
"Eddie, are you crazy?!" she exclaims, breathy as her heart races. "We can't have sex here, he'll catch us."
His body aches, his cock almost completely hard already, but he smiles easily and strokes her chin. "Relax, sweetheart. We can just make out, like we're already doing." He dives back in and she's responsive, her cool hands sliding around to the nape of his neck.
"You know–he was a–complete asshole–when I broke–up with him," she reasons in between kisses.
"Uh-huh," he agrees, his eyes dark and inviting, a hand burning into her thigh through the denim. "You deserve a little revenge, baby."
Her breathing quickens, giving in to the suggestion as she growls through gritted teeth. "Hell yeah, I do." And she lays back, bringing him with her to join their lips again. Their kisses are messy and brutal, and he pins her wrist above her head with a groan. She doesn't know why, but it makes her panties just a little wetter.
He shifts to her neck, licking long strips and sucking at her pulse as she keens, and he remembers how she sounded that first time he made her come in the back of his van. God, he wants to hear it again in this douchebag's car. It'd be therapeutic for the both of them.
Her other hand rests on the small of his back as he gets her going, his erection pressing into her thigh, and her hand starts sliding around to his stomach. He's intensely aware of the movement, mentally begging even as he gets his wish, her hand inching down until she's finally cupping him.
Eddie breaks the kiss to gasp, shuddering into her mouth as she softly squeezes. "Christ."
She keeps palming him, watching his eyes roll back in ecstasy, the hand around her wrist tightening. "Can I touch you?"
His hazy eyes open a fraction, a huff knocked out of him at seeing her bitten lip, her beautiful wide eyes asking politely. "What happened to getting caught?" His voice is already broken and shaky.
Her eyes grow a little wider, daring. "I'll kill him."
The threat sends a shock all the way down his spine as she presses her hand into him and he's already panting. He doesn't stand a chance. "I'll help you." He gives her a quick hard kiss as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, giving her slender hand more room to maneuver.
Chrissy wastes no time, knowing they don't have much as it is, and runs her hand up his length, back down before grasping him firmly. She pumps him slowly for a few seconds, Eddie moaning into her neck, and then she changes her mind.
"Lean up," she orders as she lets go and he does so, feeling empty from the loss of contact. She straddles him briefly to push him back into the seat and he internally panics. Shit, I don't have any condoms!
But before he can even open his mouth to speak, she's kneeling on the floor-board, her knee digging into the hidden key as she pulls his pants and boxers down further. He's stunned into a rare bout of silence, not wanting to spook her as she meets his gaze, licking her lips.
Oh.
He nods feverishly, and she grins before she leans forward, closing her perfect pink lips around the head of his swollen cock.
She's never blown Eddie before, but she can't begin to count how many blowjobs she's given in this car. This one's much different–and almost instantly better. There's no painful pulling of her hair, no forced silence, no repetitive mutters of "take it," whatever the hell that means.
Instead, it's Eddie's head thrown back on the rear dash, his sobbing moans filling the small space as she takes him deeper into her mouth, almost to her throat. It's his large warm hands gathering her hair up so he can see her better when he can look down. It's the sound of her undoing her own jeans in order to shove her hand in and pleasure herself at the same time, whining around his cock to bring him closer.
She knows she's gotta give him her best because he never gives her anything less.
And also Beta Club's only got ten minutes left.
Chrissy takes him all the way down, working her throat around his tip as he cries out.
And he's so. Fucking. Lost.
There's no room for coherent thoughts in his mind as she pleases him with her impossibly perfect mouth. This is so much more than he would've dared ask for, and he still can't believe it's her doing it. To him. In the back of her ex's car.
He cranes his head to check back through the window. Still all clear.
As he's checking, Chrissy swirls her tongue around his tip and he bucks, his head whipping back around to focus. Just in time, too, because she takes him back down so fast, whimpering through her nose as she comes in her panties.
He wants to say something, anything to praise her, but all that'll come out are the most tortured and tormented sounds he's ever made in his life.
But he feels it starting, dropping his mouth open further, and he somehow finds the strength to warn her.
"I'm c-close, so close."
He expects her to take him in hand again, to squeeze at his shaft as she sucks his tip to completion. What he doesn't expect is both her hands grabbing his ass and thrusting him into her throat as far as possible. It sends him over the edge instantaneously, howling as his hands tighten around her hair and he shoots into her.
Eddie doesn't see her swallow. He fucking feels it.
He relaxes into the seat, his throat scratchy, his body listless as she pulls his pants and underwear back up, zipping him closed. He moans pitifully as he comes down from the high, and she climbs up into his lap to kiss his exposed neck.
"You're next," he mutters, voice hoarse as she giggles. And how did he ever deserve such a devilishly perfect little vixen?
She happens to glance out the window, her chest clenching when she sees Jason in the distance. "Shit!"
It's the fastest he's ever recovered from an orgasm as they're both stumbling out of the car, crawling on hands and knees to make their great escape.
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Jason opens his car door, pauses, looks in the back seat. He slams the door he just opened and wrenches the back door open to inspect.
The velvet's been crushed as if someone was sitting in the middle, but he hasn't had passengers in days. Something off, and he decides something even smells off.
Then he notices something wiped on the floor-board, wet and glistening. And, oh, he places the smell.
Slamming that door, too, he rounds the car back toward the other club members. "Andy, I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
"What the fuck did I do?!"
"'Going to the bathroom' my ass! Who did you screw in the back of my car this time, huh?!"
A few rows of cars over, Eddie and Chrissy roll around the ground outside the van in almost quiet fits of laughter.
#this one wrote itself like they literally possessed me ok#guess i felt really good about winning yesterday and it spurred me on lmao THANK YOU VIHARKER xD#eddissy#hellcheer#eddie x chrissy#chrissy x eddie#hellcheer kinktober#evan's writing
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Hey kids, I wrote a wee fic for Hellcheer Kinktober 2023! Inspired by the phone sex prompt, I present to you...
For a good time call Mary Jane
Summary: Eddie gets some very interesting phone calls on the Hawkins High payphone.
Heed the tags: Phone Sex, Light Degradation/Humiliation, Semi-Public Sex, Public Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Praise Kink, Sort of Voyeurism, aural voyeurism? is that a thing?, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, No Vecna
Status: multi-chapter, complete, 13k words
#my writing#Hellcheer#Hellcheer fic#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#stranger things#chrissy x eddie#eddie x chrissy#eddissy#Kinktober#hellcheer kinktober 2023#you love fanfic right? here take it
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the last in line (a prequel)
prompt: humiliation, blindfolds (kinktober) || pirate au (@eddiemonth)
tags: rated e (18+), hellcheer friends with benefits, chrissy domming eddie in a really fun Domme-the-Dom kind of way
notes: this is a prequel to a longer upcoming Steddie Pirates AU which, if you've been following me for a little while, you probably already know about because i can't keep my mouth shut 😇🏴☠️
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As he makes his way down the cobbled street toward the alley turnoff to Chrissy’s pub, he ignores the vendors that call out to him from their stalls, the people beckoning to him from the shadows, the friends bellied up to bars in pubs along the street. If he stops to talk to one of them, he’ll end up talking to all of them, and then he’ll end up in a fight or a card game or someone’s bed or all three, and Eddie just frankly does not have the time for that right now.
It’s been too long, and he’s itching for it, feels it so strong in the back of his skull that he thinks his neck might snap with the tension of how badly he wants it.
Wants her.
They’re not always like this; Chrissy’s a friend more often than not, a confidante for as long as he’s known her. They met way back in the dark ages, back when he was still a scrawny deserter with a shaved head and she was pulling pints in her mother’s pub on Cape Fear. But that’s a different story; what happened there is in the past.
What’s happened since is all that’s running through Eddie’s mind as he winds his way through the Cove with his hand resting on the handle of his dagger where it’s tucked in his belt.
Just in case. Just – you can never be too careful in this place, not when there are eyes in the walls and ears in the alcoves and all sorts of people out for your gold. Can’t let yourself get too distracted, even when you are distracted. Especially when you're distracted. Eddie learned that lesson early on.
Chrissy’s pub sits back from the street, down a dark twisting alleyway under the canopy of a palm grove. It doesn’t have an official name, but that’s what everyone calls it: Chrissy’s Pub.
(“What’s the point in naming it?” she’d asked when he tried to get her to call it something. Covered in sweat with her hair tied back, wearing a borrowed set of his clothes to make it easier on herself as they hauled the heavy tables and chairs around the room. “Half the people who come through here can’t read worth a damn anyway.” )
Which – fair point.
So the sign that hangs over the entrance has no words on it, just an etching of a mermaid done by one of her girls, Susan or… Suzanne? Eddie doesn’t remember, but he pushes through the door into the dimly-lit little space, ducking his head under the low frame and straightening up once he’s inside.
[continue on ao3 || 3,439 words]
#pirate fic#eddiemonth#eddiemonthafterdark#kinktober 2023#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#stranger things#my fic#hellcheer#hellcheer fic
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HAPPY END OF KINKTOBER! UWUSILLYGIRL'S BIG HUGE THANK YOU POST!
hi!!!!
first and foremost, i'd love to thank everyone for such a fabulous kinktober. i was tentative about doing something within the community; i was worried no one would participate, or i would be organizing an event "wrong", or that people would feel limited by my prompts and suggestions. you all made sure that absolutely NONE OF THESE FEARS WERE WARRANTED! everyone came with the COOLEST shit.
here is a brief collection of some of my personal favorites; either just stunningly written, fascinatingly done, or personally my cup of tea (and i will not tell you which is which! lmao!)
A SHORT LIST OF SOME FANTASTIC PIECES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER):
@aicosu's "KNOCK KNOCK": oxy-addicted, adhd, dopamine hole eddie and fastidious, nerdy, ex-fundamentalist chrissy meet at the glory hole of a seedy sex arcade. visceral, headachey, and so hot.
@staceymcgillicuddy's whole series was awesome, but i LOVED their "humiliation + bladder control" prompt especially. nasty and mean!
@jewelledfoxes' also had banger after banger, but i really loved their bottoming from the top prompt, "i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck" .
the anonymously posted "if loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right": the most charming, sweetest little take on hybristophilia a girl has ever seen! chrissy sees eddie being very evil and bad (read as: harmless graffiti) and is simply swept away by his raw criminality. so cute, soft, silly, fantastic.
@chrissy-n-eddie's "Bottom Bunk", a one-shot using "gender bend" and "spit" to give the CUTEST DAMN SAPPHIC CAMP COUNSELOR PUSSY EATING FIC TO EVER EXIST MAYBE EVER? THEY'VE GOT SUNBURNED NOSES! THEY'RE IN LITTLE YELLOW T-SHIRTS!
@bettercraic went big-brained as all hell with their jonathan/nancy/eddie/chrissy voyuerism installment, "let's make a team". quick and sexy.
@erythromanc3r wrote this mean and insane and nasty one-shot, "kiss me where you bruise me" that is the hottest anything ever. you're never gonna guess what i loved about it (kidding. you will. it's mean.)
FINALLY! i would like to thank those who stuck to THEIR OWN HARD LIMITS, CREATED WHOLE SERIES, OR WANTED TO DO SOMETHING ELSE! we had some people make whole cohesive (@hunter-gatherer-stuff) stories, we had some people come in and write about pimple popping, we had people write shit (@badlydrawnlips) based on my own indulgent little kink dynamics (sorry, couldn't not mention that one... so baller), and best of all, we had people write their own stuff when the prompts were not for them. that made my heart so happy.
A FINAL PERVERT'S NOTE:
if you are working on a kinktober series that's gonna take more time, if you have prompts in process that you suddenly have the urge to finish, if you wake up in a cold sweat on december 3rd and just NEED to write about spit, fucking do it and tag it. i love you so much. every day is kinktober if you are a true pervert. take your time, love your life, remember that fanfiction (like art in general!) should be an enjoyable effort and made under your own rules!
there is still some stuff i have left to read on the tag! and i loved literally everything i read, this is just a rapid-fire word vomit. i PROMISE i will get around to anything unread soon! i am so unbelievably pleased about this month, thank you all again so, so, so much!
#hellcheer kinktober 2023#i couldn't find some of you to tag!! if you are unmentioned in one of my links please let me know!!
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a hollow tree
Wrapping up kinktober with my take on a succubus!Chrissy. More spooky than sensual. Midwestern gothic, if it's anything.
TW for some body horror/gore consistent with the horror genre.
read it on ao3
#hellcheer kinktober 2023#kinktober#fanfic#hellcheer fanfic#hellcheer#writing#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham
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kiss me where you bruise me
Her chest is heaving as she catches her breath. She thinks she’s crying. Or is she laughing? She wasn’t aware an orgasm could do this to a person. It’s beautiful. It’s disgusting! Nothing’s ever made more sense.
(For @uwusillygirl’s Hellcheer Kinktober 2023 - a study in self-advocacy, featuring a laundry list of kinks)
Read on ao3
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