#trailer park daddy ┊͙♡ *ೃ༄

[pervertedreams]

— on your way home from nancy’s house you get caught in the rain, eddie’s house is a way closer walk. your bestie is a perv, fortunately you don’t mind. ( afab!reader, fem!reader, slight perv!eddie, ig perv!reader, thigh riding, kissing, creampie, fingering, cum eating, riding) 18+

the knock on his door physically feels brutal, your skin is soaked and weak and the clothes clinging to your body is weighing you down heavy. it’s feels like forever when he finally answers the door. and just as you expected as you were walking up the steps, he was gawking, almost automatically. eyeing you up and down like an animal to his prey, you’re pretty sure he didn’t even notice he was doing it. it’s like a natural reaction with him and his perversions.

it’s the beginning of spring which can always be super switchy, all day it had been sunny, actually quite warm if you’re being honest. you thought shorts and a t-shirt was you best bet. it was at first but when it came pouring down on your walk back home, you were sadly mistaken. but eddie on the other hand was having a blast.

the way your sopping wet clothes stuck to you like glue, wrinkles clinging tightly against your skin, exposing every curve you had. even ones he hadn’t noticed before. your shirt was so wet it had become see-through, and the wind that had been blowing for the past hour didn’t help your case. chest sitting pretty, nipples perky, he could even see your areola. and you shorts clung even tighter, the outline of your pussy lips sucking in the fabric that was attached to it had his dick already stirring in his pants. water droplets still dripping down your delicious frame. he was unfortunately ripped from his thoughts thanks to you snapping at him, literally.

“are you gonna let me in, or do i need to give you more time to stare at my tits?” you snap, placing a hand on his stomach to push him inside. “is that an offer?” his grin is wide, but he brings you a warm towel anyways, wrapping it over your shoulders. your roll your eyes, biting back the smirk that started pulling at your lips.

“i’ll run you a bath, you can find some clothes in my room.” you can’t help but notice the bulge in his pants right before he turns around, but decide not to make a comment on it. yet.

eventually you go through his broken drawers, clothes falling over the sides of the open drawer from him not folding. eventually you find a band tee and shorts you can wear for the night. the two of you already met silly agreed that you’d be staying the night.

by the time eddie ran the bath you were already naked with just the towel he gave you. his eyes immediately shoot up towards the ceiling, heart jumping at the sudden sight. your were fully wrapped properly, towel hanging sloppily against your body. he would see a good portion of your boob and the side of your hip, the tent in his pants only growing bigger. you pretend you don’t notice it as you walk pass him. “so dramatic.” is the last thing you say before you enter the bathroom. you know exactly what you’re doing when you ‘accidentally’ brush your damp shoulder past his, and he can’t help but try and get one more quick glimpse of you slightly exposed body when you finally go in.

it’s only been a few minutes, eddie is on his bed pressed up against the headboard, blanket poorly covering up the lewd scene of his dick in his hands. his spit dribbles over his tip and knuckles, slick cock making the nastiest of sounds when he starts to jerk at his girth. pinned up pleasure immediately releasing with only a few strokes, he fights the urge to lull his head back when he hears a small, “eddie?” he can feel his heartbeat in his throat as he scrambles to stuff his cock back in his underwear, rushing himself to the bathroom. and if it wasn’t bad enough you had the door and curtain open.

breasts on full display, wet hair droplets falling down the valley of your chest, and of it weren’t for the soap suds he added he would’ve had a perfect view of your pussy. “uh yeah- huh? what’s up?” he’s stammering, face completely flushed, hands clutching to the fabric of his pajamas pants right next to his groin. he knows you know, he looks to obvious. and with the small grin stretched on your lips he had to be right.

“you never gave me a dry towel. i can’t use the one you gave me before, it’s soaked.” you cock your head to the side, poking your bottom lip out with a faux pout. voice pinched up in a whiney voice, just to make him crazier. you aren’t stupid, outside of the sounds of you sloshing in the water, your could hear his panting and cries all the way from here. he probably didn’t even notice he was that loud, but with the way he came tumbling into the bathroom you decided to play dumb.

“shit, sorry doll. got a little distracted y’know?” he’s reaching in some closet near him, searching for a decent towel, “a little caught up.” he continues.

your grin grows wider, “with what?”

you can see his body physically pause, before he quickly turns around with your towel, he silent as he hands it to you, and nearly moans when your wet hand grazes his. you watch how his adams apple bobs when he swallows, searching for the perfect excuse to save himself.

“we’ll y’know, gaming campaigns and stuff. somebody’s gotta do it.” he shrugs, and nervous laugh exacting his lips. you hear a small ‘fuck’ when you stand up from the bath water, covering yourself up with the towel before eddie’s eyes can truly wonder.

“you’re killing me.” is the only thing he says as he walks back into his empty room. you’re following right after him, towel still wrapped tightly around your body. you placed the clothes he gave you on the back of one of his junk chairs. at this point he’s not sure wether to turn around or stare. you’re completely naked in his room, towel now being used to dry your hair.

you can’t help but snicker as he sits in his awkward position, looking at the ground.

“you can look eddie, i don’t mind.” you hold your breath, fighting to giggle when he takes in a shakey sigh. he pulls his gaze away from the ceiling, face completely flushed when he finally looks at you. it’s almost like you can hear his heart beat, the only sound coming from him is his shallow breath and the way the wood beneath him creaks each time he bounces his leg. you’re finally walking towards him, body naturally swaying with each step, and his dick is crying to be let out. blood rushing straight to his shaft as his body grows warmer and warmer. “jesu christ.”

you ‘innocently’ cock your head to the side in faux confusion, “what’s making you so nervous. it’s not like you didn’t see this coming eventually.” you shrug. you’re only a few feet away from him, but close enough to place your damn hands on his clothes chest. the feeling of his heart racing makes the buzz between your legs grow stronger, the power you have over him only makes you wetter.

he swallows his thoughts down, searching for the right words to say but his brain goes completely blank when you’re tugging at the ends of his band tee, shrugging his shirt off his body. and he happily helps, stretching his arms over his head. “i know about the box.” you blurt out, and he feels as though he’s gonna have a heart attack.

he’s collecting a box of your precious belongings for him to store in his closet, he assumed no one would ever find it considering his closet is a mess, but you must’ve caught him slipping.

hair bows, hair clips, socks used to jerk his weeping cock into along with your oh so delicate panties, jewelry, lip gloss, stockings, photos he’s taken if you, changing, walking home, anything you could think of almost was in that box. even the box was yours, you’d bought a new pair of shoes, invited eddie over to show them off. next thing you know the box you planned on using for storage was gone.

he immediately begins apologizing, trying his best to explain himself, but he’s quickly cut off with your wet lips on his. the two of you moving and swaying in sink, you’re now sitting of his lap. clit bumping deliciously on his jean clad thigh, you can’t help but rock your hips against him, rough jeans giving you the perfect friction. you can feel in your gut, head rolling back, pretty moans and whines escaping your lips, and eddie’s mesmerized. you latch on to the back of his neck, fighting the urge to pick up the paste you slow down, finally gaining eye contact with him again. “i turns me on.”

“the box?” your words surprise him, that was the last thing he was expecting to hear, but what else could you be referring too?

“mhm, your obsession with me. you’re sick.” you breaths are airy and shallow, your hips stutter against his thigh as you fight the urge to chase your orgasm. eddie is struggling just as much little do you know, dick pushing harder and harder at his zipper, his hip ever so lightly bucking up into yours. your words play over and over again.

you’re sick you’re sick you’re sick

he snaps out of his thoughts when your movements come to a halt, you’re pushing at his chest again, guiding him to lay flat on his bed. the swallows thickly when he sees you inching up closer and closer to his face. you waste no time, hovering over his mouth, slowly placing yourself down on his face. a sigh of relief goes through your body, and you’re already picking up where you left off, fucking yourself into eddie’s mouth. his plump nose catching your clit every time. your grip on his hair is lethal, hips rolling back and forth to get closer to your fix. you needed this, the both of you did. the pinned up exhale tension has been building up for ages, and you finally get to let it out on him, the thrust of your hips getting heavier and faster.

eddie’s a weeping mess, moaning and crying into your puffy lips, brain is fogging up with the way he’s loosing himself between your legs. eyes screwed shut, his hips pathetically fucking the air trying to get any relief he can, but the restraints makes me harder. he loves it. he’s addicted to you and your smell, your aura, the way you fuck him, the way you subtly dominate him. those thoughts alone has him cumming in his pants, soiling his underwear. he’s panting and crying, sucking and lapping all at the same time. his head shaking back in forth not only cause he’s already pushy drunk, but he needs to taste you, needs to get you to cum in his mouth. and it’s working, you can feel it building up in you abdomen, that tight ball of nerves holds your orgasm in place as your thrust become less calculated and sloppy. pathetically chancing your high when you fuck eddie’s face harder.

one specific thrust does just enough to throw you over the edge, quite cries as you form your lips around eddie’s name, your orgasm knock the air out of your lungs with the way you’re panting. yet eddie’s still sucking at your swollen clit, it’s not enough for either of you, still needing more. you give each other no more than a minute to get yourself together before you’re already hovering over his red tip. hard and angry, you watch it twitch with anticipation before you’re slowly sinking yourself onto him.

ecstasy knocks the wind out of him when his soft head is nuzzled between your lips. mouth agape, bottom lip hanging low and heavy with lust. his cheeks, lips and tip are all the same color of dark pink. you’re only fucking the tip, you wanna watch him struggle and fall apart, the way his eyes roll to the back of his head, his whimpers getting more desperate.

you finally fully sink yourself onto him, lips stretching over his girth. never breaking contact when you start to bounce up and down. slick thighs slapping loudly against him, all it does is push him closer and closer to wear he was before. you didn’t think it could get any bigger but you swear you feel his dick growing inside you.

“call me sick.” he blurts. you snap your head of from its previous position, but decide not to dwell on his statement to much.

“you’re fucking disgusting, you sick pervert. spying on me to take photos. you’re gross.” you snap, voice sharp and heavy. but still sort of whiney.

and eddie’s losing it. hands coming down on your hips to still you, he’s fucking up into you sloppily, simple’s losing him mind beneath you, the way your clenching down on him, lips so warm and inviting. snug just how he likes it. he’s swirling in pure, raw pleasure the way he’s bucking his hips, whines ripping raw from his throat. you’re like a wet dream come to life. you are a wet dream come to life.

you throw yourself forward, latching your lips against his. you can feel your orgasm approaching again, and he’s drinking in every moan and whimper you leave on his lips, greedily. nails digging harder into the flesh of you ass being the only thing he has to keep himself grounded. you could almost smell his orgasm approaching. you choke and pants as his speed grows, latching onto his chest for stability. he’s getting sloppier and sloppier by the second, the sloshing sounds growing louder that faster he fucks you. you clit aches with the way his thumbs been swiveling around it.

it’s torture with the way you’ve been holding off, you can smell the musk off him, only dragging you in deeper. and just when you least expect it, he’s spilling his seed i side you. warm ropes of cum burning inside you, it triggers you just enough to finally cum, pussy swelling around his girth, swallowing him further. eddie’s a sweaty mess, crying for you to stop bucking your hips. “fuck, i can’t — m’cant take it.”

you finally pull yourself off of him, the squelch of his cock being pushed out makes you clench. you push yourself back into the bed, resting between his knees. your gaze on him doesn’t break when you spread your lips apart, his cream colored cum dribbling down your cunt.

“you should take a picture.” and he does just that, lazily reaching his body over to his bedside table for his polaroid. one eyes squinted as he looks through the camera lens. you look fucked out and spent, and so does he. once the picture is taken, your fucking his cum back into your cunt. swiveling and fucking yourself onto your hands, reaching back as far as you can. eddie’s dick jumps at the way it sounds when you pull your fingers out of your sopping cunt.

you’re now on your knees, ring and middle finger in his face. you tell him to suck, and he wastes not time in wrapping his heart-shaped lips around your digits and sucking his cum off. you smile cynically at his high-pitched whine.

“put that in your box pervert.”

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[angel-munson]

stevie doesn't know

warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (fem. receiving), use of petnames, cheating, phone sex (kinda), slight use of "daddy", choking, multiple orgasms, protective eddie with his fuck buddy

pairing: eddie munson x female (afab) reader

summary: your boyfriend steve cheats on you all the time. your vengeance comes in the form of eddie, who you're secretly hooking up with. when the phone rings during one of your sneaky sessions, a three-way call might be the way stevie finally finds out...[6.8k]

—inspired by "scotty doesn't know" by lustra—

a/n: i had this idea while listening to this song and HAD to write it. this is one of my first times writing smut, i'm still practicing! enjoy ♡

Your boyfriend Steve couldn't help but be a douche sometimes. Most times, actually.

You should have known dating Hawkins' most infamous ladies man might be problematic before you even started. His stupidly perfect hair and ability to smooth talk made you believe he might be different with you.

The first time you caught him with another girl, you didn't want to believe it. And because you were naïve and try to see the best in people, you stayed with him.

Unfortunately for you, there was a next girl. And another. And then another one after that. The cheating reached a point where you almost expected it to happen and even grew apathetic to it.

You stayed with Steve out of fear of being alone, and because that's all you knew how to do. That was until you became acquainted with the notoriously odd and intimidating Eddie Munson.

It started one night when you were buying weed from him. He'd told you to come by the trailer he lives in, claiming that he kept his "good stuff" there. You were surprised to find out how funny and kind the older male was.

He was a total flirt, making you smile and laugh in ways that King Steve never even came close to. That's how smoking a joint with him turned into the best sex you ever had, each having an earth-shattering orgasm on his stained mattress.

That one-time thing turned into a routine, squeezing in a quickie any chance you got. His place, yours, his van in the school parking lot, under the bleachers...

You and Eddie were addicted to each other, drawn together like magnets. The connection only got stronger the more time you spent together. He made you feel more than just physical pleasure...he made you comfortable.

After a shitty day, you went by the tattooed male's place hoping to forget your troubles. You ended up crying in his arms and telling him about everything on your mind. Eddie cared, he really cared about you.

That's why his blood was boiling when you told him about Steve. He could never believe that the douchey brunette got to have you, the coolest girl in town; hearing how he was treating you made him want to "rearrange Steve's face".

Slowly, you became more than just fuck buddies. It was a complicated situation, especially with how passionate the sex got at some points. Fingers laced together, longing gazes into each other's eyes, tender kisses, and sweet nothings.

You felt guilty for cheating on Steve even though he had been doing worse to you for about a year. Eddie encouraged you, never letting you feel bad about it. And how could you argue when he was inches deep inside you, calling you pretty and making you feel amazing?

He was doing exactly that now, thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt as he knelt behind you. Your upper body was limp against the bed, back arching as Eddie held your hips up. He gave your ass a firm smack, watching the recoil with a groan.

"Mmn, fuck, Eds," you moaned, face down in your pillows. The laud only spurred him on, encouraged him to pull you back against his fat cock.

"Yeah? You love being fucked like this, baby?" he grunted deep from his chest. The pet name made your walls clench around him like they always do. It drives Eddie crazy.

The slapping of your skin together halts when he pulls your ass flush with his hips, making the bulging tip of his dick push the soft spot inside you. You whimpered and reached back, searching for somewhere to hold on. Your sweaty hand found Eddie's forearm and you squeezed it firmly when he started gyrating.

The rolling motion he's making with his hips allowed him to fuck you insanely deep without ever leaving your pussy. His ringed hand slid down beneath you to your clit, three calloused fingers working it perfectly as he's done thousands of times.

"Oh my god," you pant, feeling a warmth tingle in your lower abdomen. "'M gonna cum. P-please, please."

The sound of you begging even though Eddie always gives you what you want made him chuckle darkly. He pulled out his dick merely a couple of inches, looking down at where you were swallowing him in. A creamy ring surrounded the base of his length, a sight that made him twitch as he pushed all the way back in to continue his motion.

Just as your whining picked up and you were about to cum, your phone rang loudly on the bedside table. Eddie's hand on your clit stopped and he slowed his thrusts as you groaned, annoyed.

"Does that asshole have to ruin everything for me?!" you bitched, already knowing it was your shitty boyfriend. You pushed your ass back, hoping to fuck yourself on Eddie although your climax was already ruined by the shrill ringing. "He can wait."

The curly-haired boy watched the part of your face he could see, laying against the pillow with reddened cheeks. He read the frustration on your face and bent down to kiss your shoulder blade. His hand slithered up your body, pinching at your hardened nipple.

He hummed a pleased noise when you clamped down around his length. When he was about to start back up, the phone sounded again.

"Oh my fucking god," you hissed, reaching to unplug it from the wall.

Eddie took hold of your bicep, stopping you. When you looked back, the expression on his face was one of deviance. He smirked from beneath his dark, fringed bangs and your heart sank.

"Answer it."

"What?" You couldn't believe what he'd said.

"Pick up the phone," he began, and his voice took on a devilish tone. "Have a conversation with your boyfriend."

"That's it?" you questioned. "No catch."

"Only one. I want you to be quiet. Don't give it away."

"Give wha-" Your words were snatched away when Eddie pulled his dick out with a wet schlick, plunging two fingers in as the replacement.

A high-pitched scream tore through your throat as he began to fuck you filthily with his digits. They weren't as thick as his cock, but the ferocity of his movements made you require a moment to recover.

"Pick up the phone and talk, sweetheart," he spoke with a steady voice, a talent of his you were consistently amazed by. He brought his face down to kiss the plush area around your ass and hips. When you didn't grab the telephone fast enough for his liking, he brought his teeth down on the skin.

You squealed, biting your lip and regaining your composure as you lifted the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" You swallowed thickly, hearing your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

"Hey, babe. Sorry I forgot to call yesterday." You rolled your eyes at Steve's lie. "What are you up to?"

"Me? Oh, nothing much, just-"

Eddie began to scissor his fingers inside you. His lips pressed to the unoccupied area of your slick sex, lapping up the juices as quietly as he could. Your free hand slammed onto the mattress on its own accord, grabbing a handful of the floral sheets for purchase.

"Talk, baby," Eddie breathed against your core. He licked a stripe up your fold and blew on it before introducing a third finger in your swollen hole. You pulled the phone away temporarily to whine.

"Just watching some TV and working on homework," you lied, letting the words out a little too quickly.

"Oh, that sounds fun." Steve's totally not listening to you. "I saw that 'Risky Business' is playing at the drive-in this weekend."

"Cool. That's the one with Tom Cruise?"

Eddie chuckled when you squirm as he removed his fingers, creating a sinful noise. He saw the way your thighs were shaking and pushed your hips down to level you flat on the bed. He hovered over you, caging you beneath him as he moved his face to where you could see him.

You met his eyes that were hooded with a teasing hunger you can't stand. He sucked on the fingers that were just inside you, cleaning your slick off as he moaned quietly enough that Steve didn't hear.

"Yeah, that one," Steve's voice sounded, though it's impossible to focus on anything but Eddie.

"I was thinking we could go see it. It'd be like old times."

As Steve started to detail the date, Eddie crawled back down to part your legs with his large hands. You brought your hand from the sheets to your mouth, covering it as his plump lips start to kiss their way up the insides of your thighs.

"We could park in the back, bring some booze..." Steve's voice rambled on as Eddie's lips finally connect where you want him most.

He began to eat you out from behind, sucking and swirling his tongue in combinations that had you grinding yourself on the mattress, desperate for some more friction. Your mind went blank when he flattened his long tongue on your clit.

"Are you listening to me?" Steve snapped.

"Y-yes. I'm listening," you struggled to respond back. "Go ahead."

Hearing this makes Eddie laugh, vibrating against your dripping cunt. The sensation shot you closer to your orgasm and he could tell from the way your hole gaped around nothing.

"Pretty pussy," he spoke against it, though you can barely hear him. "Needy for her daddy, huh? So naughty. Gonna cum on my tongue while she talks to her boyfriend."

You caught the last part and made a fist, biting down as Eddie prodded his long tongue into your slit. And because he's greedy and wants to taste your orgasm, his thumb skillfully circled your clit.

"No one can see us so we don't really need to watch the movie..." Steve chuckled and you would surely roll your eyes if they weren't already back in your skull from Eddie's ruthless assault on your pussy.

"Sounds like you just wanna get in my pants, Stevie," you shot back, voice steadier than it had been because he was really bothering you. This made Eddie growl an animalistic sound.

He knows he shouldn't be jealous, but he is. Especially now when he's buried in your cunt, the one you've told him he owns so many times before. He knows Steve can't make you feel half as good as he does, can't fuck you the way he does, can't love you the way he does.

With a final slurping sound, he abandoned the idea of pulling an orgasm out with his mouth. He lost all self-control; he needed to be as deep as you can take him rightfuckingnow. You barely had time to register the fact that he stopped licking you before he roughly tugged your ass back up in the air.

"I didn't mean it like that, I just...We haven't gone past second base in forever." Steve's ridiculous words were drowned out when Eddie slammed back into your pussy.

It welcomed him, wet and stretched out from everything he'd given you so far. He faced hardly any resistance stuffing his generous length all the way to the end of you. The backs of your thighs smack his pelvis as he started to drill into you with an unforgiving pace.

You screamed, loud and high-pitched into the receiver. Your upper body sank and you attempted to hold yourself up on your elbows. This only added to the pleasure as your blushed nipples rubbed the cotton sheets, tits bouncing with every thrust.

"Babe? What was that?" Steve stopped mid-sentence to question you.

It was a challenge trying to straighten out your thoughts when you could feel Eddie in your throat. He's hitting such a delicious angle, one that prods the spongey end of you so forcefully it's teetering on the edge of pain.

"N-no..." you stuttered, holding out the vowel as you fail to soothe your boyfriend's suspicion. "Nothing. Something f-fell off the shelf and scared me."

The words came out rushed, all weaved together in one single breath. Each time the metalhead thrust in and out, he stole away your oxygen. His large, rough hands squeezed onto the fat of your thighs to pull you against him. His thick cock was splitting you apart, emptying and filling you to bust at the seams at a frantic speed.

A dark chuckle spilled from the plump lips of the male behind you and he could still taste you on his tongue. The realization made him groan, dropping his head back as sweaty tendrils of cocoa hair tickled the backs of his shoulders.

Without warning, he slowed suddenly. You were about to whine at him before Steve's droning voice on the phone reminded you of the secrecy you were beginning to fail at maintaining.

The metal of Eddie's rings bit your skin when he squeezed firmly on your left hip. This was one of his signals for when he wanted to switch positions or have you take over.

He was able to guide you without words, your heated body pliant beneath his dominant touch. His cock never left your pulsating core as he relaxed his position back, kneeling on the mattress.

Your legs bent around his as you sat back against his lap. His chest pressed flush against the curve of your spine as you wriggled, adjusting your seating. The position would allow you to reverse ride him using the strength of your thighs.

The curled cord of the phone was stretched out to reach where you were. The douchey brunette on the other line was telling a story about some party he and Tommy had gone to, laughing at his own words as he recalled the memory and tried to omit the parts about him hooking up with other girls.

Eddie's one hand settled against your hip while the other smoothed its way up your side. It started at the soft pooch of your tummy, up to your heavy tits to tweak the hardened peaks, and finally to a gentle grip on your neck. His long fingertips reached up to tilt your chin forward as he clamped around the thundering veins near your throat.

As you breathed a strangled gasp under his touch, he forced you to look up where the reflection of you two stared back in the mirror atop your dresser. The sight of his hand of rings wrapped around your neck as you were seated on his cock made you moan, a noise that was cut short by the pressure from his choking.

You weren't sure who looked more fucked out, you or him. Usually, Eddie was great at keeping his composure, but the look he had in his eyes when you met them in the mirror was...feral. Rabid, exhausted, lustful, on the brink of losing it.

He took in the sinful sight of you. The way your head was hanging limply on his shoulder, drool glistening at the corner of your lips from the aggressive pounding you'd just taken. Your grip on the telephone was weak, leaving it to slide low on your neck as your sweaty hand could barely stay up.

"Come on, pretty," he rasped hotly in your ear. "Take what you need from me."

       With a breath in for preparation, you lifted yourself up slowly. As you hollowed out, your cunt drooled down every inch of him and onto his balls, heavy and wound tight with his impending release. You cried out when you dropped your ass back down, spearing his bulging tip into your guts.

You began a steady pace, bouncing yourself on his dick and swallowing the whimpers that came when he stretched your hole continually. Eddie thrust his hips upward to meet your movement. This only wedged him deeper into your sex, nudging your uterus and launching you toward climax.

       Steve was ranting about how much he loved having a pretty girlfriend and that he'd make it up to you for how busy he's been lately. You pulled the phone away, clamping a hand over the lower speaker as you switched to gyrating your hips in circular motions.

"F-fuck, Eddie. So good, so, so..." you babbled.

His rugged hand clamped over your mouth, silencing the pornographic noises you were making. On your neck, his hot mouth sucked and nipped.

"Gotta stay quiet, sweets. Pick up the phone and keep talking," he ordered.

"But, da-"

"Don't be a brat," he barked. A particularly sharp thrust upward punched the air from your lungs. "Don't you wanna be good for me? Want me to let you cum?"

You nodded with such vigor Eddie thought it must've hurt your neck. He removed his hand from your mouth and smacked a wet kiss onto your temple.

"That's my girl."

       Your cunt fluttered around him, giving you away.  You loved how possessive he could get and he knew it. Maybe it was because he cared and wanted you to be his...that was more than your actual boyfriend ever did.

Taking a deep breath in, you brought the phone back up to your ear to find Steve finishing up his ridiculous ramble.

"How are you gonna make it up to me, big boy?" you uttered, exerting all your effort to sound natural.

The tattooed male grunted beneath you and encased both your hips with his large hands. He used his strength to lift you up and drop you back down on his fat cock. It was a challenge keeping the sound of slapping skin to a minimum, especially when his brain was this fuzzy.

His dark eyes kept darting between the mirror and his lap. One allowed him to watch himself pumping in and out, your cunt stretched wide around his girth and soaking down to the coiled tufts of hair at his base. Your ass jiggled each time and the skin reddened from the roughness.

       The mirror was his favorite view: you, coming undone from how incredible he was making you feel. Your body was littered with love bites, places he'd nipped at for hours that evening. The sight of your breasts, full and flushed as they swayed with the motions, was making him lose it.

When he ever looked at your pretty face, Eddie had to tighten the muscles of his abdomen to hold off his orgasm.

Your head was lolled back into the crook of his shoulder. Sweat-damp wisps of hair were glued to the sides of your pink cheeks. Your eyebrows were knit together, creased in the middle as you worked to stay quiet. Saliva glistened where it trailed down from your swollen lips, stuck open with small breathy pants.

He needed to make you cum now because it was growing impossible for him not to.

       Steve was spewing some bullshit about flowers and taking you to Enzo's for dinner. You nearly laughed thinking about how the last time he did that, he flirted with the waitress and ogled at her ass right in front of you. It blended into white noise when Eddie increased his efforts.

He leaned back slightly, the sticky skin of his chest leaving your back to allow a needed swath of cool air. Two calloused fingertips pressed to your sensitive nub and begin to play you like his most prized guitar. That alone was pushing your stimulation to the brink of exploding, but he wasn't done yet.

The lanky male returned to thrusting upward into you again with more fervor this time. Rather than just stroke straight up, he used his hips to direct himself in different directions, at multiple angles.

His massive cock pioneered its way into places you'd never felt him before. You could feel the thundering of his veins as he stretched out new channels in your pussy.

"H-hmn," you bit down on moans. "Mmn, hngh."

       It didn't take much more for you to lose yourself. The band in your stomach that had been pulled taught since before the phone even rang finally snapped. A pathetic whine rose from your chest as your body quivered, seizing up and then falling limp.

"Oh, fuck," Eddie spat, about to come undone himself. His throat choked up as he continued to ram upward, quickly chasing his own orgasm as you became a rag-doll in his lap.

Your juices trickled down his skin as he pumped into you a few more times. His whimpering blended with your heavy-breathed panting as he came deep inside your cunt.

The sound of his ragged moans and sharp cussing was almost inaudible over the ringing in your ears. When you came back down to earth, he'd already recovered from his climax.

"Shh-shh," Eddie soothed. Your slit throbbed as the milky mess you two made warmed where you remain connected. He pulled your back flush to his inked chest. "Took me so well, honey. I've got you."

The bad boy being that sweet to you though he fucked you so ruthlessly made you melt into his touch. Your eyes drooped and a single tear streamed down. The sensation inside your chest was red-hot, passionate; deeper than something you should be feeling for your fuck buddy...

       Coming had caused such a blackout in your mind that you didn't register Steve speaking to you until he shouted through the phone.

"Hello?! Did you hear what I said?"

"S-sorry." You struggled to hide the exhaustion in your voice. "What?"

"What the hell was that noise? Are you watching porn or something?" he pushed, clearly irritated.

You weren't sure what to say...he had definitely heard your keening as you came, probably Eddie too. Would he be dumb enough to believe a lie?

"It's just the TV. Some overdone sex scene, I dunno," you responded.

Eddie wrapped his strong arms around you to help you relax against him, giving your worn-out body a rest. Your abused cunt fluttered upon feeling his warm release spilling out around his softened length.

"Oh. Okay. Well, turn it down," Steve requested. Wow, he is dumb enough to believe it.

       Miraculously, your boyfriend went right back to blabbering. He loved to talk when it was about himself; he switched to the topic of how his dad was forcing him to get a job at the mall for not getting into college.

You almost felt bad since he doesn't really have anyone to talk to. He always dumps it on you, and you let him no matter how shitty he is to you.

Your mind doesn't have time to wander that way as the metalhead picked you up, pulling out and admiring the mess you made. The hollow feeling as your gaping hole clenched on nothing made you wince.

Eddie's soft hands laid you down with your back on the mattress. It felt nice to be horizontal again, able to let yourself settle in with limbs that felt like Jell-O. You rolled your head to the left, trapping the phone between your ear and shoulder so you didn't have to hold it up anymore.

With heavy eyelids, you glanced up at where the long-haired boy was. He was standing at the foot of the bed, taking a long drag of the cigarette he'd abandoned in the bedside ashtray. You two held gazes as he blew out a grey cloud.

"Want some?" he mouthed to you. You nodded, eyes blown open with luster. The springs of the mattress creaked beneath his weight as he leaned on a knee, outstretching his tattooed arm.

"What about The Gap? Or Herman's Sporting Goods?" you suggested to Steve's need for a job.

After the words left you, Eddie held the filtered end up to your lips. You laid a gentle hand on his forearm and swept the pad of your thumb over the freckled skin. The deep inhale of tobacco was a welcome indulgence after the body-shaking orgasm you had.

The sight of you was trouble, however.

Eddie could feel the blood rushing back to his crotch again already. As he backed up, you caught sight of his cock, red and hardening. His sex drive never failed to impress you; that's why most times you left his place being unable to walk.

He couldn't handle it. How beautiful and fucked-out you looked laying there. Your body, every curve and dip, was glimmering with a sheen of sex. His marks were all over you: from hickeys to bruising indents of his rings, to his cum dribbling out of your sweet center.

His heart was throbbing, perhaps even more painfully than his dick was.

       It stood upright against his toned stomach as his gaze dragged across you. The Harrington boy recounted his failures of the jobs he'd already applied for while you twisted the rubber-coated cord around your finger.

The image of the older male needy for you again had you rubbing your bare thighs together. He was undeniably the most attractive guy you'd ever seen. Never before had you had this level of sexual chemistry and spark with someone. It's like he unlocked something in you, took away your fears, and maximized your pleasure in all things.

"Jesus," he muttered.

       You two moved in sync, your hand traveling up your own body as he brought an uneasy hand down to palm himself. His tip glistened with pearlescent pre-cum when your red-painted fingernails cupped your breast. You squeezed down just enough for the fat to spill between your knuckles, putting on a show.

Apparently, your stamina had built up since being involved with Eddie. You beckoned him closer with a curling pointer finger.

"Need you," you let the words ghost out. And because he would do anything you say, the boy crawled atop you so his frizzed curls hung down around your face.

You gripped the midsection of the phone to secure Steve's increasingly-irritating voice against your ear. The lower speaker pressed into your shoulder, hopefully an effective agent for muffling noise.

Two of your nimble fingers hooked around Eddie's dangling necklace to pull him down. His mouth was gentle on yours, a newfound softness to ease back in. It was a nice break from the rushed heat of the past hours and still turned you on an immense amount.

       There wasn't much foreplay this time. Eddie's diamond-hard cock sank inside you easily as you made out lazily. You whimpered at the sensitivity of your puffy cunt, a pathetic sound that he swallowed as you passed it onto his skillful tongue.

"Do you think Coach would be one of my references?" Steve's questioning intonation snagged your attention before it got too foggy. You hummed against Eddie's lips and your unspoken language got him to pull away.

"Mm, maybe...who else do you have?" you mumbled. As you turned your head to the receiver, the long-haired male kissed your cheek and temple. He then nuzzled his face into your neck.

It was a momentary break for him, pausing to breathe in your scent and become intoxicated with you. It was something he did when he was feeling clingy, needy for you; a confusion in his mind on why he felt so intimately connected to his friend with benefits.

"Perfect girl. He doesn't deserve you," Eddie slurred with hot fanning breaths. "Gonna make you forget him. Gonna fuck you so good you can't remember his dumb name..."

       As he grumbled in one of your ears, Steve was in the other, justifying that he used his mom as a reference. You urged him to think of other people and asked him about places in town that he thought would be fun to work at; you knew this would send him into more verbose blabbing.

Your purposeful inquisition worked and your boyfriend's words became garbled nonsense as you shifted attention back to the pretty boy on top of you.

He had begun to thrust, slow and sloppy. The movement was enough to increase your two's breathing and arousal. He accompanied it with wet kisses along your neck, suckling the tender skin every so often.

"More," you huffed. Your fingers twisted in the roots of Eddie's hair and tugged softly, emitting a groan from his throat.

"More what, sweets? Hm?" he urged, lifting his face up to see you. He was super talkative in the bedroom, so it was killing him trying to tone it down since you were on the phone.

"M-more Eddie."

       He puffed air through his nostrils in amusement and forced his cock a tad deeper in you. His hips continually met yours as you felt every veiny detail of him gliding inside. The whine that left you was unintentionally loud, neediness pricking momentary irrationality in you.

Hearing you asking for more him had Eddie's world spinning and cock pulsing.

"'M gonna give it to you, but you gotta be quiet for me," he grunted. "Just a little longer."

You gave him agreement by stretching your neck up to meet his lips, kissing him into a wet mess. He adjusted his legs, slightly kneeling to give him better leverage to fuck you. As his hips picked up moving again, a thought struck his fuzzy mind. He broke the kiss.

"Baby, need you to do somethin'," he uttered in that deep bass his voice takes on during sex. "When you cum, be as loud as you want."

"E, he's gonna hear." You emphasized the words quietly, gesturing with your head to the phone you held with a clammy hand.

"I know" was all he said before snapping back and stuffing his cock meanly into your sopping pussy. Your hand was jostled from his hair to the broadness of his back, muscles strong beneath taught pale skin. You had to dig your nails in for grip, trying to hold on and not scream from how incredible he felt.

       Missionary was not a position you two used often. It was too romantic, though you blamed it on its "vanilla" reputation; nothing was vanilla when Eddie was as huge and skilled as he was.

In fact, being able to see him up close in the position was launching you toward your orgasm so quickly that you couldn't even think. His eyes were like polished cedar, brown and glossy as he maintained an unbroken gaze.

The curled mess of his hair hung around his broad shoulders and strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. Pink, plump lips that kiss you just how you need him every time were parted to let out throaty breaths. His cheeks, flecked with faint spots and a tiny vertical scar, had flushed the most delectable red hue.

It was impossible to conceal the small uh's and hah's that slipped your lips. Eddie couldn't get enough of them, fueled to fuck you harder so he could hear them louder.

       You loved being able to hear him too. He was no doubt the one in charge, but you had the ability to make him fall apart with such ease. There was a longing in your chest to hear him praising you, something he was holding off on since Steve was still a third party to this.

Normally, the older male would be coaxing you to your orgasm. He always hit this point where you were squeezing him so tight that his mind got lost, absolutely drunk on you and how you felt.

Feel so fucking good, babe. Jesus, you're fuckin' tight. Wanna hear those pretty noises when you cum for me. Perfect pussy squeezin' me just right. Gonna fuck you like this forever, beautiful girl.

He was biting his tongue now, only letting flat huffs and the occasional groan fly free. But you knew the things that drove him crazy.

       You lifted your hips, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him closer. It made you suck his thick cock even more, pussy suctioning him to its limit. The angle had his tip spearing into your stomach and he could feel it. He hissed through his teeth.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he groaned. Your warmth was gripping him like a vice and it had the muscles in his abdomen tightening. His thrusts stuttered only a second before they increased in intensity.

Harder, deeper, faster.

"Fuck! Eddie, Eddie," you gurgled, tongue twisted and mind entirely mush. Reckless abandon took over you, leaving Steve entirely forgotten. "Oh my-hah-ah...Baby, baby please!"

The pitched whininess to your voice was a telltale sign of your climax. Eddie stroked a hand up your side, thumb rubbing your tummy.

"Let me hear your pretty sounds," he purred. "Let go, baby. Cum for me."

You were a goner.

       With the sensitivity of your cunt, you came suddenly, harshly. A flash of white light overtook your vision and your head pushed back into the pillow. As Eddie continued grinding himself deep into you, your back arched up off the mattress to press your body against his chest.

The noise that rattled your throat was somewhere between a sob and a moan. As your body seized up, the plastic phone dropped into your shoulder. Your fingernails dug further into the reddened lines they scratched on Eddie's toned back.

Your juices mixing with the cum he was fucking back into you made a wet squelching as he continually rammed in. He thrust through your high as his balls tightened and he couldn't take any more. His rings pinched your skin as he clamped down on your hips for leverage.

"Pretty girl takin' me so good." Eddie began the mindless ramble he often does as he unravels. "Pussy was made for me. Pretty...fuck, 'm gonna cum. Gonna cum inside my girl. My sweets-"

       Despite your exhaustion and subspace blankness, you gasped at the sensation of the hot flood of his cum coating your walls. His cock throbbed as you squeezed him for every drop. Eddie panted in heavy breaths as he continued to slackly thrust.

He let his sticky body rest on yours gently while his dick softened inside you. Your legs dropped onto the mattress and you relaxed, letting your breathing regulate.

The wordless recovery was one of the best parts of sex with Eddie; both of you making dulcet sounds, bodies pressed together...just you and him in a cloud of euphoria and heat.

       That peaceful moment was cut terribly short when Steve's furious voice boomed through the phone speaker. He was loud enough that you both could hear him even as the landline lay in the crook of you.

"Are you having sex right now? You're fucking some other guy?! Answer me, (Y/n). I swear to God..."

Eddie lifted his head up from your chest to clutch the phone, believing you were too out of it. As he was about to scream back at your boyfriend, your small hand encased his large one. You nodded at him and took the phone.

       Though you appreciated his protectiveness of you, this was yours to handle. Steve Harrington had screwed you over, treated you like shit too many times.

No more.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is that wrong of me to do?" you began. You didn't know tonight would be the night you duke this out with him, but here you were.

"Are you fucking kidding?!" Steve snapped, obviously fuming. "You're cheating while you're on the phone with me!"

"You wanna talk to me about cheating, Steve? That's hilarious. Really fucking ironic, don't you think? I'm not an idiot. Heather, Tina, Linda, Tracy, god damn Carol!"

       The words you spat made him shut up. You took a moment to breathe, the anger toiling inside you mixed with the heat of sex. Eddie collected your tangled hair to lift off your neck, preventing you from overheating.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Steve deadpanned. "I knew you could be a real bitch, but slut trumps that by a long shot."

The phone was ripped out of your grasp before you could reply. Eddie had heard and he was fucking seething. In the low lamplight of the room, you swore you saw fire in his eyes.

"Talk to her like that again and no girl will ever want to be seen with your reconstructed face," Eddie threatened. His voice was booming, full of venom.

"A cheating, classless, daddy's money douchebag like you could never take care of a girl like her. Don't worry, 'cause I've got it covered. Fuck you."

       You flinched at how hard he slammed the phone back onto its holder. His shoulders broadened as he inhaled a deep breath and released it, shaking with anger.

However, when he brought his face back to you it was soft and kind...those eyes cradling you inside their vision like the most precious thing he's ever seen. Without thinking, you used two slim fingers to brush back his hair with a tender touch.

"Are you okay?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned his weight onto his left side, hip meeting the mattress. His soft length remained inside you, plugging up the creamy mess you two made. Your body moved with his, angled just slightly as he used a grip on your waist to keep you ever so close.

"Mhm," you hummed, closing your eyes momentarily. You were dazed, worn from going at it for hours with Eddie and exerting the rest of your energy on Steve.

The tattooed boy tipped your hips as he pulled out, making you wince at the sensation. Feeling that empty after being stuffed full all night had you tingling. He kissed your cheek with saliva-shined lips and reached blindly around the bedside. Your eyes blinked open slowly upon the contact of him wiping you clean with his bandana.

Mindlessly you ran your hand up and down his warm bicep. He swiped the cloth delicately over your swollen folds, taking care not to hurt the sensitive area.

       As he cleared the wetness, you watched his eyes, glossed and mesmerized that were glued to your sex. You breathed a hum of amusement; he was still shamelessly addicted to your pussy, even when he was showering you with the tender aftercare he did every time.

"Thank you," you expressed. It was an innocent utterance into a room heavy with sweat and lust. Eddie's gaze met yours and you blinked, tiredly.

"I told you before, you don't have to thank me for cleaning up, sweetheart." He scrunched his nose cutely.

"I didn't mean for that."

"You don't have to thank me for making you cum," he remarked with a cocky smirk.

"Not that either, you dork." You poked your red-varnished fingernail into the black ink on his peck. As your round-cheeked smile faded, the eye contact between you two intensified.

       For fuck buddies who keep one another secret, you sure do look at one another with a lot of endearment. Maybe it's because of how intimately you know one another from the sex. Deep down you both know it's more than that; you just don't want to admit it and ruin what you have.

"I meant thank you for helping me finally get rid of that jerk," you mumbled. It made him smile genuinely with those dimples that charmed his way into your pants many months ago.

"Fun way to do it, wasn't it?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. He circled you in his arms, one slipping beneath your neck and the other wrapping around your back.

Both your hands rested on his chest when he tugged you closer. Naturally, your legs tangled into a jumble as your bodies were constantly magnetized to be as near as possible. It was a state of calm that you never felt with anyone else.

"I couldn't handle hearing you cry over him anymore," Eddie admitted. His voice rumbled under where your palms were flattened. "He never deserved you and you didn't deserve to feel like that."

       The wavering breaths you released tickled his pale skin, still burning. He seemed to always have the right words and the ability to make you feel good. You scooted your face closer to his on the silken pillow.

"I feel a lot better now," you murmured.

"I bet you do," he smirked. "I think that big finale was the loudest you've ever been. 'Oh, Eddie! Oh, baby!'"

His teasing mockery of your moaning made you roll your eyes, but his big dimply smile got you. You burst into giggles as the inches between you closed and his nose bumped yours.

You didn't need Steve; you never did. It was your friends with benefits, your fuck buddy, your dirty little secret who finally made you realize it.

       A blissed smile formed on your plumped lips when Eddie kissed your forehead and hugged you against him. Relaxation soothed your sore muscles as you had nothing left to worry about.

Not then, anyway. It was just you and this perfect boy who respected you and made you scream with pleasure.

Cuddling in the afterglow with him, it wasn't long before you were both fast asleep, velvet skin pressed warmly together as you rest your tired bodies.

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༉‧₊˚. Rafe Cameron x fem! Reader

Thinkin’ of Rafe Cameron + trailer park! Au <3 being his neighbor and also Barry’s younger sister, Rafe always giving you long glances and licking his lips whenever his eyes land on your cute little sundresses or tight jean shorts. Letting you have a smoke break with him because Barry doesn’t allow you to have cigarettes— he holds the lighter up and lights it for you every time. Slipping you a bottle of alcohol, inviting you into his empty trailer and letting you sprawl out on his bed as you pass it back and forth.

“Truth or dare?” He asks, and the game goes on for a good twenty minutes before you answer dare. Rafe’s eyes stare down at your pouty mouth, a small smile on his own as he says, “I dare you to kiss me.”

Your eyes widen, a blush creeping up your neck. A grin spreads out on Rafe’s handsome face, his hand moving up to your cheek. He rubs your lip with his thumb, spreading out the glossy red lipstick you had applied a few hours prior.

“Cmon,” he presses. “‘s part of the game, Kitty cat. Jus’ a little peck.”

You’re blushing still, a little drunk— when he had begun to call you that? Never before now, but you like it— you like it a lot.

You set the bottle of vodka down beside the bed and scoot closer to him. He smells like cologne and soap, and stubble is on his face from a forgotten shave. You look down at his hands, just for a moment. One is on his crotch, a small star tattoo on his middle finger etched in black ink. Your eyes flick back up to his lips, and you lean in.

Your plush lips hit his and it’s like the air in the room shifts. Rafe lets out a relaxed sigh, pretty lashes fluttering shut as he hungrily moves against your mouth. Your fingers card through his messy bangs, pushing them back from his forehead. Heat grows between your legs, a small ache beginning to form when rafe’s hand moves lower and lower until it reaches your hip. He grips the soft skin there, gently squeezing. You let out a whine, little tongue lolling out of your mouth to slip into his own. He groans against you, spreading his legs so you can crawl in between them. He pulls away from the kiss, letting you lean back against his chest. Your lipstick is smeared onto his mouth and the sight makes you dizzy.

“horny, kiddo? I’ve barely touched you.”

You don’t say anything. Letting out a tiny mewl, your hand grasping his and guiding it underneath the hem of your dress. Little pussy so wet and throbbing that rafe can’t help but drool over it :(( his fingers circling your clit through your cotton panties, his other arm wrapping around your throat so he can adjust you just how he likes. Your thighs spread and you lift them up, letting him see the outline of your plump pussy more. His fingers slide underneath your panties, finally coming into contact with your aching sex.

“Shit, such a wet little pussy..” and then, slipping a finger inside your hole, “and so tight, momma. You a virgin?”

You nod, a pout on your lips. He grins, slowly massaging your walls with the pad of his middle finger.

“Baby’s never had her kitty cat touched, huh?”

“Rafe..” you mewl, and he tsks.

“Don’t think that’s what you wanna be callin’ me,” his movements speed up, your eyes beginning to roll as he squeezes in his ring finger alongside the other. “Daddy might be a better fit, yeah?”

A gasp tumbles out of your throat, thighs shaking.

“Yes,” It’s an instant reply. “Yes, yes, daddy. Please..”

He chuckles at your eagerness, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“Good girl. Pull those panties to the side, baby, let me see.”

You can’t disobey him, and so your fingers hook into the crotch of your gingham cotton panties and you slide the fabric to the side. Your cunt glistens with sweet slick, swollen clit poking out due to your arousal.

“Oh,” Rafe breathes, almost in a trance. “Such a pretty girl..”

He rubs against that spongey spot inside you— or, more so, stabs that spongey spot inside of you, his fingers scissoring apart your achy cunt ‘n making it burn while also giving you the most delicious friction. It’s fast, a little animalistic, and you love it. Sobs tear through your throat, the only form of purchase for your hands being Rafe’s big, muscled thighs, your head sinking deeper and deeper into his shoulder with every course of pleasure. A third finger makes its way inside your cunt, your eyes widening as big as saucers. Rafe’s got a smile on his face and a glint in his eyes.

“We’re gonna stretch you nice ‘n good, kitty cat,” and then, watching your slick drip and your hole widen for him, “That’s it, look at daddy fingerin’ this little slut cunt open. We’re gonna have some fun tonight, aren’t we, baby?”

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[pervertedreams]

eddie is such a biter. it’s definitely one of his love languages and he does it in sex a lot. he quite literally can’t help himself, and he’s typically not sweet about it. omg especially with backshots (i feel like that’s in his top 5 with positions) his chest pressed into your back, thumbnails digging little moon indents onto the small of you back as he’s holding you down. his pink, heart-shaped mouth is at the shell of your ear egging you on to give him what he’s been craving all day. and he can feel his release at his abdomen before his shooting past his tip and deep inside of you, and he latched into your shoulder hard. hips desperately rutting into as he tries milking himself of everything he’s got because you deserve it. or when he’s nearly suffocating in between your legs, he’s sucking his teeth heavy into your flesh, loves to hear the way you whine. sometimes he lets his teeth graze your clit, and you always give him a sharp buck into his mouth, his face digging deeper into your core. feels like the deeper he is the better he can taste..

he’s biting and pulling your lips when y’all kiss, he’s literally taking a bite into your neck when y’all make out. lightly biting your nipples when he’s sucking on them, he literally loves it. but it’s not always erotic.

you know whenever you plan on cuddling with eddie, without a doubt at some point you will be bitten. if you’re laying on your stomach, he’s usually using your ass as a headrest, and he’ll be strumming at his guitar and out of nowhere takes a chunk out of you ass. he finds it a amusing when you yelp. it used to irritate you but you’re so used it by now, after yelling the most you do is swat him away. or even if the two of you are cuddled up on the couch and he’s resting in between your legs, head on chest. he’ll see side boob from you wearing a tank top, and just go for it and sink his teeth in your tit.

“eddie this is the fourth time you bit me get off.” and now he’s giggling, playfully pleasing to stay. he’s kissing over the stinging bite marks. “y’know i can’t help it.”

you could be in the kitchen, making yourself a lunch. and any normal boyfriend would hug your from behind or kiss your cheek, but eddie’s coming up behind you biting at your arm. and you’re throwing food at him. and his reasoning was because “you didn’t make me any food, kinda selfish.” “you literally just told me you weren’t hungry, asshole.”

or when you’re changing you clothes, he’s sat on the bed eye level with your stomach. he’s randomly pulls you in between his legs, you’re looking down at him thinking he’s going for a kiss. instead he bites at your hip, laughing when you slap him with a bra.

he can’t help it, he loves sinking his choppers into you. makes him feel closer to you in his eyes.

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[pervertedreams]

𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐞.𝐦

summary: you go to run some errands for your father, but on your way back home your car breaks down. eddie is more than happy to help, but unfortunately you have no money. you don’t mind giving pretty boy a little exchange do you?

cw: mechanic!eddie, farmer!reader, reader has a slight southern accent, eddie is older, m receiving, angst?? ig, afab!reader, fem!reader, creampie

feedback on this would actually be so appreciated cause im proud of this one!

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“shit shit shit.” you swear, vulgar words muffled over the red lollipop you’ve been sucking on. you’ve been out all day handling business while your dad handles things back at the farm, but somehow someway on your way back you’ve gotten lost. all the roads around here look the same, and you should know them from the back of your hand. but sometimes you still get lost. after driving all this time, your car is starting to slow down and you have not a clue where you are.

the harsh rippling sound of a busted tire echoes throughout the empty lands, anybody within fifty feet is gonna hear you coming. and eddie definitely did.

sitting up from his rusty wooden chair, he stands in the road as the sound gets closer and closer. you saw him way before his garage, a random man in the middle of the road. before you get the chance to shoo him off to the side, your car comes to a complete halt, making the entire car jerk to a stop. you slap your hands against the steering wheel in frustration before getting out of the car. your now filthy sneakers hitting the gravely ground, and skin again being exposed to the southern heat.

“why the hell we’re you in the way?” you’re now shouting at the tall man before you, you gotta blame somebody right? he was definitely older, not too much maybe in his late twenties. you wanna bet twenty-seven. his hair is longer than most of the men around your way, daddy would definitely call him a girl. his black wife beater clung to his body deliciously, you must admit he was attractive. big nose and full lips, his build wasn’t too bad either. but your attraction to this stranger wasn’t important right now.

“i heard you comin’ down a mile away, sweetheart. y’need any help?” his voice is muffled too, lips fixing around the wobbly lit cigarette in his mouth. “i need a mechanic.” you whine.

“then you’ve come to the right place!” he smiles around the cig, waltzing closer to you and your now broken vehicle. he’s eyed you down as well. jean overalls with a pair of dusty white sneakers to match, nails are neatly painted and they match the bandana handing out of your pocket. hair in two low braids so it won’t be on your neck in the heat, and lips stained from the red lollipop you were sucking on. he definitely was paying attention to that, but unfortunately that was the least of his worries.

“it’s clear you got a flat tire-“ he’s using his cigarette to point around the car, “and probably a dead battery.”

“can you please fix it, sir?” your voice is painted with nothing but southern sweetness ‘sir’ is gonna replay in his head forever. “you can call me eddie.” if he didn’t stop you now, the two of you would be breaking a sweat in the backseat. not that you’d complain.

“eddie can you please help, papa is waiting at home for me.” you plead, he can’t help but think of other ways those pretty red-stained lips would plead for him. he takes a puff of his cigarette with a nod, “y’gonna have to help me push this to the garbage, doll.” you nod coming up next to him, behind the car in an attempt to push it further down the road.

he can’t help but stare when you bend over, how your overalls cling in a way that he can see the cup of your ass. so tempting, but again not his priority. so the two of you try your best to make it to his garage.

—

“here should be about good enough.” y’all finally bring the silver truck to a pause, stopping at eddie’s heated garage. as if it wasn’t already hot enough. you lean against your hot truck, the heat stinging your already warm flesh. you watch as he struts towards his tools and equipment, you can’t help but giggle at the sight of his ass. you like the way it looks.

“what’re you over there gigglin’ about?” his smirk is mimicking yours, digging in his dirty toolbox for the proper items. you shake your head, the slick sucking sound of your lollipop makes his stomach clench.

“m’not gigglin’ at anything sir.” you shrug, feet kicking against the dirt.

“eddie.” he quickly corrects, earning yet another chuckle from you.

he comes towards you with a few metal tools and something that looks like a box with two clipping cords. you think it’s jumper cables but what do you know. you should know these things, but you could care less as long as there’s someone else to do it for you. you notice his muscles slightly flex as he lifts the hood of the car and begins working on it. your heavy stare is making him nervous, making it harder to focus on the task at hand.

attempting to break the silence he finally speaks up, “so what’re you doin’ around these parts lil’ lady?”

“nothin’ was runnin’ some errands for daddy n’ got lost.”

he hums, using the hood rod to prop it up in place. he’s looking over at you, this time it’s his time to stare. “like what you see googly eyes?”

“do you have a way of paying for this?”

you shake your head.

“don’t have anymore of daddy’s money left?”

“no sir.” you’re closing the space between the two of you, now bumping arms. you watch how his adam’s apple bobs before looking at his full lips. you’re still sucking on your lollipop, he swallows at your cheeks hallowing around the sweet candy. eventually you neglect the tasty treat for his bitter cigarette. giving him eye contact as you pull it from his lips before taking a heavy drag.

“there’s gotta be another way i could pay right?” you’re batting your lashes, pressing your jean clad chest to his arm. that’s when he realizes you weren’t wearing anything beneath the overalls. “give me a moment on your truck, and i’ll get to your payment as quick as possible.” you flash him a sweet smile before taking a space back in your previous spot.

some time has past, the sun is already started to set. not that it was super bright when you arrived anyways. you’re nothin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and you both notice the lingering stares at each other. you’re ogling at his glistening arms, he’s peaking at the bead of sweat running from your neck and down the hidden valley between your breasts. you’ve finished his cigarette and your lollipop by now, sat on a crate you’re now looking up at him waiting to give your exchange. giving him big doe eyes, a visual of a similar position he might see really soon.

“so you from around here at all?” you finally chirp. at first he blinks down at you with a lost expression. the way you were sat did give his perverted brain all the privilege to wander. getting a good view of everything.

“no ma’am. from the city.” you nod telling him you figured he was, due to his accent. the heavy sound of a lid dropping makes you perk up, indicating that the job was finally done. and you could finally let out your frustrations. you step forward towards eddie, closing the gap between the two of you, chest to chest.

without warning, you’re palming him through his jeans. the heaviness from his hard on makes your hand curve around it. “i knew it.” eddie is taken by surprise, didn’t think a little lady like you would be so forward, be so bold. “woah now lil’ lady. y’don’t waste any time do you?”

“nope.” you pop the ‘p’ before bringing both your hands around his neck, “y’gunna let me pay you or what?”

he puts his arms up in defense, “be my guest.” you give him that same sugary sweet smile from earlier, getting on your tippy toes to place as kiss beneath his jaw. then his neck, then back to his cheek. eddie’s eyes are closed, hands gripping the side of the vehicle to steady himself. all the pinned up tension is slowly releasing itself with each wet kiss you place.

“i bet you wanna kiss me don’t you.” your hot breath heats the side of his neck, lips brushing against the pale skin. he opens his eyes again to look down at you before placing an unaimed kiss on your lips. the both of you moan into each other, this sudden rush of desperation getting stronger and stronger by the minute. he's drinking down any moan or whimper you let out greedily.

your brings your manicured hands over his shoulders and down his chest, lowering yourself as you glide down his frame. he has quite the muscle to be so skinny, you thought.

you’re now leveled with this crotch, dick fighting against his dark pair of jeans. you decide to give it some relief by unzipping his pants. the small sigh from him doesn’t go unnoticed by you when you start paling him again. but this time through his thin boxers.

“don’t wanna take too long. don’t want daddy coming and looking for me.” you give him a fake pout, hands reaching for the waistband of his underwear to finally pull him down. eddie winces at the way his painfully hard cock springs against his belly.

you hum greedily, finally placing your hands around his shaft. you give him a squeeze or two, spitting on your hand for lube. the sloshing sound of your spit slicking around his dick has him rolling his eyes back. “haven’t gotten any head since i moved here.” he pathetically admits.

“well today is your lucky day isn’t it?” without warning, you’re wrapping your lips around his pink tip, tongue swirling around and prodding at his hole. you can smell his musk, can smell his arousal and it’s intoxicating. all it does is egg you on to take him in deeper. earning a wobbly whimper from him, he’s now patting your hair with his ring clad hands, stroking your hair until both hands are wrapping around your braids.

he holds you still, stopping your from bobbing your head around his length. his paste starts off slow as he starts bucking his hips towards you face. you try your best to open your mouth as wide as you can, and to loosen you throat up for him. regardless of your attempts, he can feel your throat spasm against his thickness. hitting the back of your throat the quicker he goes, brain fuzzy as he lets out moan after moan. the sounds coming from the two of you are lewd, thank god no one lives around these parts cause it’s be painfully obvious what the two of you were up too.

the sounds of you gagging around his shaft, your spit frothing a ring around his cock and your mouth, his lewd whimpering as his mushy tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly. it’s complete filth.

“you’re like a fucking wet dream come to life.” he groans through his teeth, trying his hardest not to spew his warm cum down your throat. as delicious as that sounds, he’s gotta be inside you. he’s gotta see what that pretty ol’ cunt of yours looks like.

after a few more bobs, he pulls you off his cock by your braids, a lewd squelching sound echoing as he pulls himself from your throat. globs of saliva connecting you two together before dribbling off his tip and thudding onto the ground. you knees are sore against the gravel, ground scratching and stinging at your delicate skin.

you finally stand up, brushing the dirt and gravel off of your bruised knees. he’s already peeling your overalls off your shoulders, jean fabric tickling you as he slowly slides it down your arms. eddie’s leaning down to place a kiss at the junction between your shoulder and neck, then a kiss on your collar bones. “i need to be inside you, sweetheart.” his tone is desperate, wet lips grazing your skin as he speaks. “cumming inside of you would be the ultimate payment. what’d you think?”

you arch towards him when he takes one of your sore nipples between his thumb and index, head rolling back when you hum in agreement. after pinching and pulling for a bit, he finally crouches down to take a nipple in his mouth. mimicking what you did earlier, he sucks at the nub, swirling his tongue around it. eventually he pulls off it with a ‘pop’, admiring the now swollen nipple.

he peels the overalls down further, exposing more of your bare stomach. he’s grazing his fingers across your body, and your soaking him all in. your open your eyes to look around occasionally, but you’re both sure no one’s creeping around here now that the day is winding down.

“don’t forget about daddy.” you whine in his hair. the sound of his dark chuckle goes straight to your buzzing pussy. it’s like your whole body is on fire. “daddy will be fine. you’re a big girl hmm?” it’s you’re turn to smile this time. you could care less about arriving home at your fathers preferred curfew. eddie’s right, you are grown, handling grown folks business. and the most you’d get is a lecture and a shitty chore anyways, mind as well enjoy your fun.

your overalls are completely off by now, jeans pooling at your ankles like eddie’s once was. you giggle at the fact that his dick has just been dangling this whole time. but that smile quickly contorts your an open mouth moan, when he places his hand flat against your mound, underwear creating a addictive friction against your clit. he’s slowly running circles through your panties, satisfied with the way your rut your hips against his hand. filthy with the way you fuck yourself on his palm.

he’s close, mouth grazing the shell of your ear, “pull em’ down for me, doll.” there’s that smile again when your turn around on the balls of your feet. bending over as your wiggle yourself out of your panties. his lip trapped beneath his teeth as he watches you.

fucking minx.

when you finally kick them off, you help when you feel his large hands pull at your hips. swinging your around to push you up against your car, gasping at the way your erect nipples press against the now cold car door. he’s grunting on the back of your neck when he rushes to kick your foot up, wasting no time to finally slip himself inside of your sopping hole. a sigh of relief come out the both of you, felt like you’ve been waiting for this moment forever. he’s grabbing you by your chin, back not pressed to his chest so he can get a good look at you. you’re in pure bliss, you choke and pant with a slack jaw as his speed quickens. sobbing when he brings his free hand to rub circles along your sore clit. your body is completely out of your control with the way you’re rutting against him. the sounds of your bodies slapping against each other is egging the two of you on.

“jesus fucking— fuck.” it’s like he’s knocking the wind out of you, and he’s not even going that hard. that’s just how horny you are. he’s giving you everything you need and more. the boys that usually linger around here aren’t this good. maybe you should find city boys more often.

a certain buck of his hips has you going silent, pleasure too overwhelming to make a sound, just him moaning, and your ass slapping against his pelvis. his chin is hooked over your shoulder, “please tell me you’re close, doll. i can’t hold out much longer.”

your clit is aching, walls pulsating around his shaft, jaw slack with empty moans, eyes rolls back so hard it hurts, your lips are swollen from all the biting, you’re a filthy mess. you can feel it bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and just the right rut of his skilled hips makes you snap. a spew of incoherent whines come falling out of your tongue, saying anything that pops in that cock drunk kind of yours. your body is exhausted, now going limp as he’s still fucking you to reach his high. the sob at the overstimulation of your cunt.

you whine a small “shit.” when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, using that as the only way of grounding himself as he fills you to the brim. hot streams of his cum filling right inside of you, panting you hold onto your truck trying to keep yourself up. you’re both tired and sweaty, hot pants against each other’s skin as he holds you closer.

there’s a shlicking sound as he pulls out of you, beads of his cum falling right after. what a sight to see.

feedback on this would actually be so appreciated cause im proud of this one!

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[pervertedreams]

eddie is a “that all you got?” kind of guy during a fight and that attitude gets him into MANY fights, which leads you to patching him up every time. but this time it was more gruesome. somehow your ex jason finally got a hold of him, you personally think the fight started over jason’s bruised ego and jealousy, and now here you are in your bathroom cleaning blood off of eddie’s face. a fight never got so bad to the point where he was bleeding from multiples gashes. a cut on his lip, cheek and eyebrow, his knuckles were red too but you weren’t sure if they were actually bruised or if it might’ve been jason’s blood.

he’s sat on you bathroom skin, knees parted just enough for you to tuck into the space between them, getting better availability to eddie’s wounds. you suck your teeth from frustration when he pulls from you again. the sharp sting of the rubbing alcohol is too much for him to bare. you drop your hands to his thigh, “y’gotta let me help baby. i can’t clean you up if you’re moving around.”

“sorry.” he sighs, readjusting himself on the sink. almost like he’s bracing himself for the return of the stinging pain. he screws his eyes shut as you continue to lightly dab against his blood stained cheek. the room is silent as you work on your bruised boyfriend. “i won by the way.”

the fact that he even needed to reassure you, to prove himself to you, it’s endearing but you can’t help but giggle which makes his eyes pop open in offense. “what?”

you shake your head subtly with a small grin, “i believe you.” you didn’t make eye contact with him when you said that, and now he’s the one with a damaged ego. “you should see his fucking face. way worse than this by the way.” he exaggerates his statement with the way his head bobs, and how he points at his bloody face. you pause your movements with a sigh, fingertips catching his chin. “i believe you.” you repeat, this time making sure you look him dead in the eyes. you can see his face and body relax this time, sulking back into is previous position.

you go silent again as you push his long wave of brown curls back behind his back, returning your focus to his cuts.

“looks sexy.” you chirp, but when he returns eye contact with you, you quickly look away. he’s paused for a moment, not yet fully comprehending what you just said. but then there’s a sleazy smile stretching on his lips, his hands smoothing down you thighs and then too your hips. he’s gives them a good squeeze before tugging you closer.

you can’t help but roll your eyes at his boyish ways. “sexy hmm?” you ignore him as you reach over him to rinse the old blood off the rag you were using. but he’s forcing eye contact, shoving his face in front of yours so you can’t wonder somewhere else.

“yes, eddie. you look good all bruised up.” your try shrugging it off, ignoring the looks he’s giving you and how it’s making your pussy buzz with attraction. “dunno, look good you know— bloody.” you stammer against your words, sort of embarrassed about your confession. but eddie’s eyebrows raise in amusement, unfortunately the look of being amused is immediately disrupted by the nipping of the wet cloth against his eyebrow.

he lightly grabs your wrist, “i know you’re turned on, but not so rough.” he’s teasing you now. you huff when you bring your focus to his bloody bottom lip, hoping it gets him to shut up. “m’not turned on. i’m trying to get you cleaned.”

he’s quiet at first, eyeing you down before playing with the he’s of your shorts. “so if i were to reach my hand in for a peek, you wouldn’t be wet?”

you stomp your foot with a whine, “eddie please.” you’re movements are aggressive and frustrated when you finally apply some sort of cream or jelly to his open wounds. he’s got a suggestive smirk on his face, hands now playing with the hem of your panties. pulling at the fabric, his grin widens when a small yet shaky whine pushes past your lips. the feeling of the pulled fabric against your mound makes you wanna buck, but you fight the urge. his wide grin forms into the sound of a chuckle, when you jump at the sting of your panties with the way the slap back into your skin when he lets go.

“y’gonna answer my question or do i have to prove you wrong.” he gives a toothy smile when he looks down and see the small bow that’s attached to your underwear.

your lips pierce together is silence, you teach to the drawer next to him to reveal a pack of princess and hello kitty band-aids. you pull them up in front of his face before asking him to choose. he’s used to your girly madness and decides not to question it, finger pointing at hello kitty. you send him a sweet smile as you plaster the childish bandaids over his wounds.

but the sudden feeling of his hand slipping through your panties, and cupping your mound makes you jump, chest now pressed to his.

“i knew it.”

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[pervertedreams]

thinking about eddie going too prom, of course he didn’t plan on it. tells everyone he thinks it’s lame and another reason to get people to waste their money and time. secretly he does wanna go, but he knows he’d be so out of place, that is until you start dating him. at first he’s hesitant with saying yes, doesn’t wanna bruise his “i don’t care” persona. but to see the small smile that creeps on your face, and the way your eyes gleam with hopes he’ll say yes.. he can’t ignore it. can’t just turn you down.

now it’s the night of, twenty minutes before the big day. he didn’t ever find the time to get an outfit, so his uncle lends him a random blazer. eddie panics as he scuffles through his closet for the black button up he wore to his great-grandfathers funeral a few years back. he can’t help but think how embarrassing that it, but instantly soothes himself with the thought of you not knowing or caring. he’s also lucky enough to find a pair of black jeans that aren’t ripped. he’s standing in front on his bathroom mirror, cheeks flushed and brows furrowed with excitement and worry. what if you change your mind last minute, someone finally gained the courage to ask last minute? or what if he looks like a goofball standing next to you, i mean that was already the case in his mind but it’s prom so what if it’s worse? what if you think his prom outfit looks trashy and put-together? what if he chickens out and just stays home? what if? what if? what if?

the sudden sound of a piercing knock on the door snaps himself out of his doubting thoughts, the sound of his uncles gravely voice calms his nerves. “you alright in there son? y/n’s already on her way.” he informs. at first eddie nods but realizes he can’t seem him beyond the door, “yeah, just freshening up. i’ll be out in a bit!” he shouts back, for some reason he waits until the heavy thud of his uncles boots fade off into another part of the trailer.

his eyes are now fixed back on him through the mirror, he’s on his last button. cocking his head to the side, somethings not right? he looks too neat he thinks. he rolls his sleeves up and down debating on what looks better. but then he remembers that time you said you like when his tattoos are noticeable.

you’re tracing the inked lines that infest his pale skin, admiring each one carefully as his chest falls and rises. he’s looking down at you with awe, the relationship is still fresh and he’s still in shock that you’re dating him. he grins when you kiss over ones of his chest tattoos, he doesn’t wear them often but every once in a while he wear a v-neck and it makes you feral every time. he’s taken notice to it too.

“you enjoying yourself?” he’s being smug as always, you share the same grin he had on his face earlier, nodding in response. “i like it when i can see your tattoos.” you admit.

he hums before yelping when you bit at his scattered bat tattoo. “what was that for?”

“you bit my ass earlier this morning.” you roll your eyes as you reposition yourself to straddle his thighs. he claims that the situation was different and you can’t help but giggle at his insanity.

so he decides to keep them rolled up, he mentally admits that he looks cooler with them rolled anyways. he’s finally throwing the blazer on over his shoulders, arms threading through the holes of the jacket. he’s nervously fiddling with himself, feels like he’s picking apart everything wrong. he’s flicking the blazer on and off until he finally decides to keep it on. he’s fluffing his hair out, always thought the messier hair looked better on him. he’s readjusting his rings, and flattening the wrinkles in his pants with the palms out his now clammy hands. his ears perk when he hears the door slam and your dainty voice converting with his uncle.

his nerve levels kick in by one hundred was he checks himself again and again in the mirror, hoping you think he looks good. he’s so nervous and scatter brain he bumps into the bathroom door, completely forgetting to open it like a ditz.

but when he finally opens the door and lays his eyes on you, they instantly sparkle and gleam with love. you look like an angel, hair, makeup, dress all perfectly crafted. you picked the perfect color, it’s in the perfect shade. the way it bounces off your complexion, the way it matches with your makeup. he knows it’s not the time but he’s instantly bricked up LMAO.

the both of you are slowly making your way too each other, both in shock of one another.

“baby you look— i mean this is.. i don’t know you look—“

“my nephew is tryna say you look beautiful.” uncle wayne’s heavy accent interrupts his nephews stammering.

you grin wide, sharing a lovely compliment back. “you clean up quite nice, eddie.” he cockily yet playfully shrugs, when he agrees with your statement. you share a hug and a kiss before uncle wayne transforms into a full blown mom and bombards the two of you with photo taking.

and yes when you get there steve is doing the EXACT SAME. telling all of you to squeeze in for a photo, forcing jason to take a photo of you all just to irritate him cause he knows he won’t fuck with him.

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[pervertedreams]

Perv!Eddie who loves the sensation of your lip gloss on his dick. Whenever he’s at the outlet mall he makes sure to pocket some on his way out. He knows the exact kind so you never run out.

ugh we know he loves to borrow ! esp anything for you, so you’re stocked with lipgloss all the time bc of this man. also asks are always open don’t be shy!

it’s vanilla scented, occasionally he gets strawberry. it’s injected with this shimmery pink and white glitter, it’s your favorite. you’ve been wearing it since you were a teen, and eddie’s picked up on it. he loves the way it looks on you. the way it’s so pretty and shimmery against your round lips, how pretty it looks against your complexion, how it leaves such a pretty stain on his cheek when you kiss it. but what he loves most is the way the sticky gloss shimmers around his cock.

loves sticky ring mark it leaves around his shaft, how it gleamed and shines against the warm yellow light of his bedroom. to have you leave a mark like that makes his dick jump, his breath hitch and his mind go fuzzy. he genuinely gets upset with you when you don’t wear it, specifically when you don’t before you give him head.

he’ll quite literally put it on you. pushing your cheeks together with the heaviness of his hands, chilled silver rings biting into your heated cheeks. the squishing of your face makes your lips pucker, other hand taking the lipgloss applicator and slicking the sticky substance heavy across your lips. he’ll sit back, admiring his work with a satisfied hum. finger hooked beneath your chin, he’s subtly moving your head around so he can watch the way different glitters reflect off the light.

he rubs his dry lips together before making a small ‘mpah’ sound, mocking what he wants you to do. you giggling, mimicking his previous action by rubbing and smearing the gloss together.

he places a sloppy kiss on your lips, gloss now transferred onto his. “gorgeous. now i can ruin these treasured lips properly.”

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[pervertedreams]

every eddie munson x fem!reader fic ever

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[pervertedreams]

eddie is a pussy tickler, and pussy slapper and a pussy sniffer. anything that has to do with the warm cunt between your legs he’s obsessed with, but these in particular get the both of you going. and honestly i just think he enjoys watching you squirm.

tucked up against his headboard, he takes his grateful place between your thighs, legs half way off the bed with the way they dangle. but he could care less. he’s got the plushy flesh of your thighs in the palms of his hands, the delicious sting of his unkept nails dig ‘c’ curved shapes into your skin. the familiar feeling of a soft warmth hits his face now that it’s leveled with your pussy. it used to be something that made you shy away and try closing your legs around him, but now it’s a sight you’ve grown very fond of.

he pushed your left thigh a little tighter to your stomach, motioning you to keep this leg up in the position he left it in, and you know what coming as the excitement burns your cheeks a darker shade. eagerness thumps straight to your chest and travels down to your pulsating mound. the only barrier between eddie and your puffy lips are the thin pair of cotton white panties you threw on earlier but keith we if you mind. the way you get off the the friction does nothing but egg him on.

eddie likes to do this thing where he traces, tickles then smacks. he switches it up each time to keep it unpredictable. he places the pad of his index finger directly on your clit, the sudden contact cause you a subtle jump. he gently traces his finger down the slit separating your puffy lips, softly tickles the rest of his fingers achingly slow black up your cunt, flashing a toothy grin when you squirm and right when you get to comfortable ‘SMACK’ you yelp, hips jerked backwards before instinctively readjusting back to place.

he does it again this time starting with a tickle a smack, then racing, eventually after what seems like forever he hooks his finger beneath your underwear. pulls the fabric forward towards him before letting it slap back into place against your skin, the sting from the fabric causes your to let out a low whine, “eddie c’mon.” and he gives your a faux pout with a shake of his head, “m’sorry baby i know you’re impatient.” he’s teasing you, wanting you to snap back which you planned on doing. but he’s already pulling your panties up your legs and you’re too needy to egg on his teasing.

as soon as he’s back in position your scent immediately hits his nose, face automatically gravitating towards your sopping cunt, pressing a kiss directly on your clit and inhaling a deep breath of your scent. it’s so distinct, so addictive. it’s like it’s not enough for him ever. does matter how much you squirm, doesn’t matter how much you whine, how swollen you clit it, how slick your hole has become, how much he licks and sucks, how much he slaps, however long it’s been. he’s not stopping until your a sloppy, sobbing mess. until your quite literally have to pry him off of you. and even then it’s just simply not enough.

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— thinking about domestic!eddie fingering you on his living room couch just cause (afab!reader)

warm pajamas clung to your body, limbs slump against each other and the couch as you mindlessly stare a the tv before you. eddie’s hands are toying with the drawstring coming from your pajama shorts, and he can’t help but notice the constant lingering of your eyes peeking at how low his plaid pajama pants are. his pale tummy and soft v-line exposed, and the chestnut brown happy trail rolling up his abdomen makes you feral. eventually he tucks his hands in between your abdomen and the waistband of your panties, it stays there for a while. it wasn’t even sexual at first if we’re honest, he just loves having hands on you. he need to touch you at all times if possible, and the warmth from your cunt resting in your panties all day was just the comfort he needed. but because the two of you are so typical the mood eventually shifts, and eddie want to poke at you a bit cause it’s the eighth time in a row you’ve stared at his crotch.

the two of you lock eyes for a brief moment before you’re snapping your vision back to the glowing screen, cheeks burning now that you’ve been caught red handed. all eddie can do his grin, flash that stupid smug look on his face. your breath hitches when you feel the pads of his fingers lightly tapping along your warm slit, and now he’s shifted his body towards you, giving you all his attention. he nearly laughs when you look at his crotch again.

“what’re you lookin’ at hmm?” his voice is low and groggy, almost sleazy. he hasn’t spoken in a while which was unlike him, but you guess he was just really interesting on the movie. the sound of his voice and the sleepy look on his face did nothing but make you clench. and he felt it.

“nothing.”

“nothing?” he mocks you, and before you get the chance to complain, you’re gripping his wrist, fingers rubbing slow circles into your clit. you huff out a shaky sigh, head falling back against the couch and hips bucking forward with need. he inches himself closer to you, wet lips now placing wet kissing along your shoulder, neck and jaw. nose nudged your cheeks before whispering, “you sure you weren’t looking at anything?” his fingertips finally nudge your hole, bringing your answer to a halt when he finally eases two fingers inside of you. his pace starts to quicken but that comes to and end when he’s slowing down right after he sped up, he bites back a laugh when your eyes spring open with a whine.

“wha—“ again you silenced by your menace of a boyfriend when he gives you a gentle kiss, nearly not enough force than what you’d prefer right now.

“never answered my question.” he’s grinning again and he can see the confusion written all over your face, challenging every fiber in your being to put the pieces together to figure out what he’s talking about, and then it finally clicks.

you huff out another whine, hands slapping to your sides in a childish manner, he’s got you all worked up and now he’s wants to play games. and the two fingers knuckle deep inside you aren’t making it any better. “i was looking at nothing, promise.” eddie stares at you in silence, but the sleazy grin on his face is still there. he’s sucks his teeth before giving a faux whine and dramatic sad face.

“hmm, m’not very fond of liars, but if you’re telling the truth i gotta take your word for it right?” he’s being an asshole per usual, and again you don’t get the chance to respond before your interrupted in the worse way possible. he pulls himself from the snug warms of your cunt, fingers already coated with your slick arousal. he sucks his fingers, the loud piercing ‘smack’ makes you whine. he’s lifting himself off the couch before heading back towards his dimly lit room.

“what the fuck?” you shout at him, feeling stupid cause you’re still sprawled out on the couch. he peeks his head from behind his doorframe, long hair flopping over his shoulder. “liars never get what they want huh?”

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he doesn’t know how you do it, doesn’t know how you physically and mentally have the strength. you’ve been at it for hours.. DAYS even. eddie’s been watching you sit at your vanity, in the bathroom, on the couch, hell in the kitchen, as you braid your hair. he’s surprised your fingers haven’t fallen off.

he can see the exhaustion in you face and the way your posture is slump, he’s been biting his tongue cause he knows how you get when it comes to doing your hair. no distractions and small pee breaks, you wanna rush and get it over with but seeing you look so tired and miserable makes him feel bad. your fingers are moving at the speed of light as they twiddle around the strains of braiding hair.

he’s laid in your bed, doing his best to ignore you and focus on his guitar but he can’t, he lets out a lighthearted huff and the heavy thud of him setting his guitar down snaps you out of your focused trance. “baby let me help.”

your movements are aggressive as you fiddle through a tangled knot at the send of the braiding hair, “you don’t do hair eddie, barely take care of your own.” his mouth falls open and hand dramatically slaps against his chest, “ouch.” he scoots himself closer to the edge of the bed, “i take care of it.”

your movements pause to give him a playful but questioning look, grabbing a random brush from your vanity you wave it at him. “so you’re telling me if i run this brush through it won’t tangle?”

his lips open then immediately shut, his silence brings a small grin to your face before focusing back on the tedious task at hand. you can see in your peripheral vision him coming closer to you, the small clanking sound of him pulling his rings off catch your ear, “i can braid the ends at least?”

of course you take the offer, you’ve been sitting here long enough and can use the help. eventually your hair gets done, he even boils a pot a water to help you dip it. turning the tables and taking care of your hair for once. adds mouse to the hair and oil to your roots, runs to the beauty supply to get you a bonnet n all. yeah it’s the bare minimum but it’s still nice of him to do, and a wonderful bonding experience for the two of you.

also the two of you find a way to steal some of harringtions hair products when you realize how surprisingly good they’d be for your braids.

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MECHANIC EDDIE COMING HOME IN A DIRTY WIFE BEATER... BEGGING HIM 2 BEAT THIS PUTHY UP

and he looks so dirty and sleazy and he’s still sweating and his hair is sticking to his face yum. his eyes are low and he treads through your homes lazily with a slump to his strut. his lips are wet when he gives you a smug grin, eyes finally landing on you laid up on the couch. neither of you get the chance to properly greet each other cause after the first peck it becomes this slow, sloppy make out session.

he was already hard for you when he stepped through the door, the obvious strain in his pants was difficult to ignore. in a swift motion he’s on top of you, hips pressing against you own in a slow grind. want you to feel him, wants to feel your warm pussy through the fabric of your underwear. it was normal for you to roam around the house bottomless. your grip on his hair grows tighter, pulling it into a shitty makeshift ponytail so you can lift his head up. finally getting some air to catch your breath, hot air fanning over his features. “how was work?” he smiles at your breathless tone.

“it was fine. same as usual.” he readjusts himself, digging his hips fritter between your legs. you planned on replying but he cuts you off with another heavy kiss and before you know it, his hand crawls it’s way down your stomach and tickles at your abdomen. cups you over you panties and makes a smart remark about how wet you already are, “this all for me?”

you roll your eyes to shove him down, aggressively guiding him to where you desire him most. crawling yourself up the side of the couch, back uncomfortably pressed against the arm rest. he follows right after, face eventually leveling with your cunt. tucking the mound of you panties to the side so he can get better access, the pad of his thumb presses against your clit, letting you buck against him a little before slowly circling around it. kissing and pressing at the flesh of your thighs as you whine above him. all those pinned up nerves from throughout the day gone in an instant. he drags his index and middle finger down your slit before finally sinking his heavy digits into your desperate hole.

he’s drinking in your moans and whines, humming along with you, heavy lids weighed with lust when he stares up at you in awe. watching of your body grinds and twitches against him.. yeah.

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would you/have you ever written anything about perv!eddie finding your porn? id be so 😩 i love the way you write him

ahhh thank you, i hope i do perv!eddie some justice !! also this contains fem!reader / afab!reader

you’ve been in the bathroom for a long time so he assumes you’re handling something that takes a little bit more time than peeing. and as perverted as he is, he realizes he’s never snooped through your room before. i mean yeah he’s swiped a few pair of underwear or sock on the ground, but it’s not his fault you have a messy room.

he’s looking through drawers, going through the items on your vanity. nothing super interesting just regular stuff. jewelry, pictures of you and your friends, little arts n’ crafts things you’ve made. he’s walking past your bed when his foot kicks something flimsy. it’s right beneath your bed. his eyebrows furrow in confusion and amusement as he crouches down on his hands a knees. his eyes squint to the darkness that lies underneath your bed, ring clad hands rummaging and searching for the item he kicked. when he finally found the familiar item, he realizes it’s a magazine. a porn magazine.

his eyes widen, quickly pulling the book to his chest and whipping his head behind his shoulder, making sure you weren’t bouncing your way back to your bedroom. he sits farther away from your doorway so if you are coming he has time to hide it.

he’s examining the cover, eyes wandering on every detail. there’s a man and a woman on the cover, she’s on top clearly riding him. his cock snug in her warm walls. she’s looking over her shoulder at the camera, he’s looking lustfully at her. his hands are spread around the curve of her ass, spreading it more for a better view. it’s erotic, but what’s even more erotic is that it looks like the two of you.

the man is pale skinned just like eddie, hair is wavy and long with jagged bangs to match. he’s cleanly shaven as well, usually the men in these pornos rock a porn stache. of course eddie would know. he’s even kind of got the same build as him too, a little more muscular but if eddie starting lifting he swears he’d look just like that. both men have big brown eyes, puffy pink lips.

and the woman, she’s nearly a replica of you. the exact complexion, even down to the undertones. same hair color, maybe a shade lighter but it’s nearly the same to him. sam face shape, same body type, same pretty eyes. he wonder how long it took for you to find a magazine where the cover looked just like the two of you?

he’s been subconsciously palming himself the whole time, the thought of you buying this, the thought of you searching for the perfect cover. he could cum with just the thought alone. but his perverted mind is startled when his peripheral vision catches you at the doorway. 

“eddie, what are you doing?”

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— thinking about reader literally throwing themselves at eddie (afab/fem!reader)

you being best friends with nancy and coming over her house all the time, or spending the night almost every weekend. of course you’re there to see your beloved friend, but you’re also there to linger around her little brothers older friend eddie. it seems to be this thing where everyone seems to end up at the wheelers residence, no matter what the occasion. so he’s believe eddie is there all the time to plan hellfire campaigns with lucas, mike and dustin.

you prance around in your short skirts or frilly pajamas, hoping it’ll catch his attention even in the slightest. squeezing him a little tighter than normal when giving him a hug. when he wants to show your something, you make sure to ‘innocently’ press your chest against his arm with a soft “hmm?” you’re sitting in his lap when there’s nowhere else to sit, even though you could sit in nancy’s or just sit on the floor.

whenever you drop something near him, you’re latching onto his leg for balance so you don’t topple over. you’re trampling down stairs with a slight skip in your step, coming up behind him where he sits. “hi eddie.” the batting of the lashes and hand low on his shoulder makes mike roll his eyes. and the worse thing about it… he’s oblivious. or at least he acts like it.

he’s trying with all his might not to stare at the heavy line of cleavage that separates your breast, or the way your skirt flys high enough to see your underwear when you twirl around and run up the steps. he pretends not to see you and nancy changing together in her room through the small space of her cracked door. breath hitched and face flushed when you come plopping on his lap, terrified you’ll feel the stiffy his dick is growing.

you think it’s him ignoring you, but little do you know he’s willing to pounce at any second.

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