eddiemvnsonsbabymama

[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

me making my yearly appearance with my new fixation

aka

tommy miller cause i be liking men with a little slutty stache sometimes 😓😓

anyways the world needs more tommy miller fics SOOOOOO i made one on wattpad

it’s lowkey shitty but yk what? it’s tommy miller and i PLAN on writing smut about him

he’s so underrated like gabriel luna did not eat this role up to be underrated. like cmon now

n e ways buh bye!!

(new smut coming out soon!!)

#the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou #tommy miller #gabriel luna #god i want him so bad #he’s so slutty #he just needs a thick latina in his life 🤷🤷 #i heart tommy miller #tommy miller fanfiction #wattpad

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Pussy Poppin

Pairing: Rick Grimes X Fem! Reader

Summary: Being in the apocalypse meant that you had no time for your husband, Rick Grimes, since he was too busy being a leader and you were too busy being his..”vice leader.” That meant that both of you were extremely busy during the day and didn’t have time for each other. However after you both have a free night, you both decide to spend that night in bliss. Or (in simpler terms) you and Rick fuck all night

THIS BLOG INCLUDES: praising, pure porn, doggy style, switching positions midway, dom!rick grimes, hickeys, p in v, eating out, ass gripping, pet names, absolutely filthy grimey disgusting smut, small angst, unprotected sex (wrap your dick so you won’t have a kid ☝️), cream pie

BEFORE READING: aaaaa so sorry for the 4 month long hiatus. went through some bad shit and to be fair, i forgot my account existed so it’s just meh y’know. also it’s been awhile since i’ve written smut but this is dedicated to my dear friend kiyah :)

You were totally and utterly exhausted. It had been a day after Alexandria was ran over by walkers, tearing apart every person they saw, but one brave soul had stepped in to clear them off: your husband, Rick Grimes. He was an incredible leader. You both hadn’t met before the apocalypse, but as the months went on, you became his right hand woman..then his wife. It happened in a span of a year after his first wife had died while giving birth to his newborn daughter and it sucked seeing your best friend in such a bad situation, even though everyone had counted on him. Hell, he killed his best friend so your group would sleep comfortably at night and wouldn’t have to worry about some psychopath going rampant after trying to kill Rick. That’s all that mattered in all honesty.

But nowadays, Rick didn’t have to worry about any psychopaths or cannibals ever since your group had arrived in Alexandria. Members of the group got their individual houses and you shared a house with Rick and his son, Carl. But work would only continue for you both within Alexandria and there was no time to relax or properly see each other. It was torturous, especially for you since you hadn’t loved anyone else as much as you loved Rick and when you didn’t see him as much in the day..well, it hurt. You would even wake up to an empty spot next to you on your shared bed, and you wondered if you can even call it a shared bed anyway since no one was inhabiting it.

You hummed softly as you tugged on an oversized shirt — Rick’s shirt since it was something that he’d probably wear — that stopped at your thighs and you sighed as you slipped on a pair of panties. You had recently showered so your damp hair was tied up to the nape of your neck and you walked from your room to down the hallway where Carl’s room was. You gently knocked, waiting for a response and you slowly opened the door to reveal the dark haired brunet laying on his bed with a comic on his lap. You peered only your head in with a soft smile and you waved. “Lights out in 15 minutes.” You playfully reminded, causing him to break out into a soft smile and he placed the comic book away.

“You think my dad is gonna come home tonight? I mean, he has to, right?” He asked you as you were about to walk back to your bedroom, but you stopped when you heard his question and your heart had dropped at his sentence. The same thing that you had told yourself countless times when you were alone those nights and you could merely shrug while offering a meek smile. “I hope so, sweetie. I really hope.” You reassured, watching as he was satisfied with your answer and you closed his bedroom door before you walked to your own bedroom. You were exhausted from how much work you had done in the day and you sighed as you turned off the lights within minutes within the shared bedroom before you crawled into the empty.

A few minutes later, you heard a click from Carl’s bedroom which put you at ease and you sighed as you closed your eyes before falling asleep. At this point, you had gotten used to the feeling of an empty bed, but it still didn’t stop the pang of hurt within your heart. Where even was your husband? Did he just..leave? Not like there’s anywhere to go, but it just sucked in general. As if your thoughts had been answered, a ghostly presence had over-loomed your arm and the sudden feeling of warm skin had made contact with yours. The familiar sensation had caused you to stir and you blinked as you tried to make out what had happened.

Instinctively, you called out,”Rick?” The bed had moved down, an inhabitant had taken up the empty space and you gasped softly as familiar, calloused hands had been placed over your cheeks. It was him. He was finally back. No words could express how happy you were to finally feel him since you had missed his touch so much and your lips had twisted into a smile as they pressed against his. He pulled away after awhile, laying his head into the crook of your neck and you felt the small stubble that took the entirety of his chin. “I’m sorry.” He rasped, his lips brushing against the hot flesh of your neck and you gently reached up to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. There was a moment of silence, both of your breathing were mixed and you whispered,”You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

A thankful smile came across his face, causing him to lean forward and kiss you again. The first kiss was short yet sweet, but he pulled back to catch some air before he leaned in and kiss you again, except that he was more lustful with his kissing. You didn’t mind though because he was in your arms now and his hand reached towards your shirt before he pulled away, tugging on the hem. He looked up at you in the dark. “This my shirt?” Rick asked you, waiting for an answer and you couldn’t help, but sheepishly smile at his question. “Maybe.” You replied, causing him to chuckle softly and you immediately discarded your shirt, your nipples hardening from the cool air. You felt his lips kiss in between your breasts before they began to make a line down your stomach. Instinctively, your back arched from the lustful contact and you felt his teeth against your warm skin.

Your panties were pulled down past your knees, cold air hitting against your warm skin and you giggled softly when he placed your legs on either side of his head. “Is this your way of an apology?” You whispered, desperately trying not to moan from his kissing on either side of your inner thighs and the man stopped for a moment or two. “I guess so.” He answered, a small smile coming onto his face and you smiled too before you felt pleasure take over your body when his lips had wrapped around your clit. You almost gasped, but you quickly cover your mouth with your hand and your free hand grabbed ahold of his gray locks, causing a groan from him as you felt his tongue move further down.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you moaned softly, one of his toned arms wrapped around your thigh and his other hand had pressed against your pelvis to prevent you from squirming. His nose was pressed against your clit as he firmly moved his tongue up and down your folds before finally paying attention to your throbbing pussy. You tried hard to be quiet, but with the kitten licks he was doing and the feeling of his stubble against your thighs almost made you burst. “Fuck.” You cried out softly, hoping the lewd noises wouldn’t wake up the people within the house and you jolted your hips when you felt the pad of his thumb play with your clit. You moaned at the new sensation, his hand continuing its firm placement down on your pelvis and felt your orgasm beginning to come. “Rick, Rick, fuck — I’m close.” You said, your eyes were squeezed shut and your orgasm began to approach faster when the flick of his tongue began to gain speed with more rhythm.

Wet sounds emitted from his mouth as he continued to eat you out, causing a hazy sensation to take over your body as your back arched and you tilted your head back into the pillows. His tongue continued to speed up and your orgasm was steadily approaching, but he suddenly pulled away which made the warm feeling disappear and he grabbed your hips forward. “Get on your hands and knees.” He said, sounding out of breath and the sound of a belt unbuckling made you even more excited as you positioned yourself on your knees, your hands grabbing onto the panel end of the bed.

The mattress sunk from behind you, causing your stomach to burst with butterflies and you yelped when he had a firm grip on your hips, your ass near his pelvis as you awaited for the familiar penetration. His calloused hands moved upward, his fingers gripping the flesh of your ass and you anxiously waited for him. You gasped when he slammed hard into you, catching you by surprise that you almost fell forward if his grip hadn’t tightened and you sighed as he began roughly thrusting into you, the flesh of your ass hit against his pelvis. Soft groans emitted from him as you moaned softly, trying your best to be quiet for a second time at that point.

“You’re doing so good, honey.” He praised with his gruff voice, digging his fingers deeper into your flesh and you moaned at his praise alone. Hearing those words from him made your heart throb and you continued to moan when his thrusting picked up pace, the headband starting to creak against the wall. “That’s it. Just relax.” He said, leaning over you to kiss your spine which made you shudder and all you could do was meekly nod. Your head was dizzy and hazy from earlier events, but you were suddenly free from that feeling when he began pounding harder into you.

The headboard banged against the wall, your moans and his gruff groans, and the sound of skin slapping filled the room as he relentlessly pounded into you with no remorse. You had gripped the bedsheets so hard that your knuckles were turning white and your body had bounced with every rough thrust he did, pleasure consuming your body. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut and your moans began to grow louder as his nails dug harder into your skin. “Rick, I’m close. I’m close.” You reminded him, breathing heavily and you gasped when he turned you around, laying you on your back before placing your leg onto his shoulder.

He continued with his hard thrusts, his groans were louder than before and through the darkness, you could see the tip of his cock in your lower stomach. He was deep into you, leaning forward to groan into your ear and it felt like hours as he continued fucking you; having to stop twice to hold back his orgasm and he still continued as your chest began to rapidly rise and fall. “Rick, Rick, please.” You pleaded, your head dizzy from how good he felt in you and sweat began to form at both of your foreheads. He looked down at you, seeing at how fucked out you looked which drove him insane and his thrusts grew faster.

The speed made your orgasm wash over, your pussy clenching around his cock as you arched your back and your moans came spluttering as he continued to roughly fucking you through your orgasm. “That’s it, honey. You’re doing so well for me.” He breathily praised, his hips still thrusting into you before he came with a loud groan, cum spilt into your stomach and he felt his arms slightly grow weak as you both breathed heavily. He slowly pulled out, his cock still emitting strings of cum from your pussy and he groaned as he placed the pad of his thumb on the entrance of your pussy. “We’re not done yet.”

You were so fucked out of your mind that you didn’t even catch onto his sentence and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. You might’ve thought that you made up what he said. “Wha—What?” You asked, your mouth going dry and you watched as his silhouette towered over you. “I said. We aren’t done yet.” And then you sighed in exhaustion. This was going to be a long night.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

#Spotify #rick grimes #the walking dead #the walking dead smut #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x reader #eddiemvnsonsbabymama #andrew lincoln #andrew lincoln smut #save a horse ride a cowboy #the walking dead season 6

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Loft Music

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Blurb Plot: When you said that you’d do anything for Eddie Munson, you certainly didn’t expect this.

THIS BLOG INCLUDES: penetration (p in v), choking, sex (obv), doggy style, mirror sex, praising, affection nicknames

BEFORE READING: i told y’all 🧍🧍

“Keep your eyes open, sweetheart.”

The irony in that sentence. How could you keep your eyes open? Your back was pressed against the flesh of his tattooed chest, his head merely above yours since his messy hair was entangled with your hair and you both were naked. Your hips repeatedly met his pelvis bone, the flesh of your ass repeatedly bounced off his crotch and the back of your thighs slapped against his thighs.

His chest felt hot against your back, his slender yet ringed fingers left marks on your throat as he gently applied pressure to your throat and his other hand gripped your hips to keep bouncing on his throbbing cock. All of this — the pleasure, the back-arching sex — all of it, yet he wanted you to keep your eyes opened as he fucked you from behind.

You couldn’t though, your eyes watery and half-lidded as you felt him deep below your stomach until he stopped, the pleasurable rubbing between you had completely disappeared. His thumb traced your jawline before he made you look at him and you saw that he was just as a mess as you were: hair going in different directions, his face full of sweat.

“I said to keep your eyes open. Think you could do that for me?” Eddie asked, his dark eyes staring deeply into yours and you eagerly nodded, just wanting your orgasm since he had been repeatedly taking it away from you for the past half hour. “Good girl. Keep your eyes trained ahead.” He said, pecking your lips before you turned back to the damned mirror that stood in front of you and that was hanging on the door.

It wasn’t a big mirror — just a standardized mirror where you could see your entire body in and see Eddie’s face completely lost in pleasure. You saw the flesh of your ass repeatedly disappearing in and out of frame as you tried not to let your head fall down in complete exhaustion. The room had music playing but you couldn’t even recall what song was on since the bedroom was filled with skin slapping, groans, and your loud moans.

“Oh, fuck, please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season four #eddie munson x female reader #eddiemvnsonsbabymama #joseph quinn #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader smut #SoundCloud

[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

i love how as a community we think that eddie munson is a sex god, right? like we think he knows all the silly little tricks and the silly little kinks when in reality he probably doesn’t know where the clit is. like you’d have to redirect him because this mf probably has like adhd and by the time he actually finds it, you’re already turned off

“OH I FOUND IT!”

“it’s been an hour, eds.”

anyways mirror sex with eddie coming soon

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season four #eddie munson x female reader #eddiemvnsonsbabymama #just thinking #y’know he probably has no rizz #no bitches #but i would still let him hit 🤭🤭 #he just needs a thick latina in his life 🤷🤷 #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader smut

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I NEED IT SO BAD IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

#Steve Harrington is spiderman…? (insp)

#spiderman #steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things #I NEED IT #his head would look like a funko pop tho #please just a chance mr harrington

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¡Aquí Yo Mando!

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary: You knew that Eddie was experimental during sex; always willing to try something new and sticking to it when you both like it. So when you ask a teeny, tiny favor from him, he’s hesitant at first but does whatever for you. Little did he know that he would like it this much. Or (in simpler terms), Eddie Munson tries to be submissive for the first time in his life.

THIS BLOG INCLUDES: riding, eddie being a sub ™️, porn with plot, praising, whimpering (mainly from eddie), dom!reader, booby grabbing, hickeys, p in v, eating out, filthy smut like absolutely grimy. happy ending though!

BEFORE READING: sorry for the long hiatus lol im trying to get better at writing smut but yeah sorry

The first time you had sex with Eddie Munson was during the school hours of Hawkins High School, having a quickie in the back of his van during the lunch hours after he had noticed how agitated you were. Was it about your finals? SATs? Tests? Maybe his D&D campaign? Whatever it was, he would help take the pressure away and being the good boyfriend he was, he fucked you right in the back of his van. It was cramped, but just enough for you to stretch your legs out from underneath him as he relentlessly pounded into you and the van creaked with every animalistic thrust he did.

Since then, you both had found excuses to have sex almost everywhere: the kitchen counter, the shower, the public stalls in Hawkins Highs’ restrooms, anywhere. And during those times, he would always be on top of you, heavy breathing and groaning loudly while cursing profanities under his breath and his large hand would be pressed against your back.

You didn’t think about much of your guys’ sex life but sometimes, you just wanted to try something new and you were afraid that Eddie might not like what your idea was. Either way, it didn’t hurt to try and ask anyway. The worst case scenario is that he could just say no, yet you still feel your stomach twisting and churning as your car slowly crept up to the trailer park. It was nighttime, the nightly mist passing by silently and most of the trailer park residents were inside their little homes — if you can call it that. When your parents asked where you were going in such a late time, you merely told them that you were going over to a friends house for a sleepover and besides, why did they need to know?

You were 18, you could make your own decisions.

You gently chewed on your bottom lip as you parked your vehicle on the other side of the trailer since Eddie’s van had already taken the other side and you saw that his uncle wasn’t home. That was fine, you both knew that Wayne had to work long hours at the processing plant down further Hawkins. The engine turned off with the twist of your key and you stepped out to examine the trailer more.

Most of the lights were on, the light was blue-ish and translucent on the small porch but you jumped back when the screen door opened with such force that you thought it would break. “Hey!” Eddie greeted, the light casting over his facial features and made shadows. You couldn’t help but laugh at his over excitement as he rushed up (he didn’t run — more like he just jumped off the porch) to you and pulled you into a tight hug.

His chest clashed against yours, his face buried into your shoulder, your arms wrapped around his torso. The moment seemed sweet and you almost completely forgot why you were there — almost. “What’re you doing here? C’mon, let’s go inside.” He offered, nodding his head towards the swung open door and placed his large hand to your back as he led you to the porch.

You felt your nervousness bloom into your stomach like a flower as he opened the door for you and you walked inside his rather spacious trailer. Mugs were hung up on the walls or were hanging on the shelves which..yeah, you definitely found a little weird yet cute. One of them had text on it that read #1 Dad that you assumed was for Wayne. Your head whipped around when Eddie walked in, closing the door behind him and it doesn’t take you two that long to end up in the bedroom.

As soon as he walked in, you basically pounced on him by pulling him into a kiss and you both didn’t break that as your feet tangled with his whilst you were stumbling down the hallway. Clothes were beginning to tear off — first his black band shirt was discarded onto the floor of the hallways, next was your blouse which displayed your breasts and your knees hit the the back of his mattress which was stained — ew.

He reached up to unbutton your jeans, breathlessly and leaned up to kiss your neck. Your stomach swirled with excitement as you lifted your hips up when he tapped the sides of your thighs, gesturing you to help with your jeans and he gently sucked on the exposed flesh of your neck. It left a red marking before he began kissing down your body, his fingers hooking into your underwear as he peeled them off and he pressed a kiss above your belly button. He pulled your legs open, his eyes slightly widening at just the sight of you.

“You’re a good kisser.” You quickly said when he tried to ask about the slick collected within your entrance and he just stammered before finally giving up on his words. Eddie pushed his hair back before grabbing your legs to position them onto his shoulders and you swore that you died as soon as his lips wrapped around your clit. His tongue did small kitten licks, torturing you as he watched your face contorted into pleasure and he leaned his head down before sliding his tongue in between your slick folds. He leaned forward to press his nose into your clit and you swore that you felt your heart pop like a balloon because holy hell, he knew what he was doing.

You watched with bleary eyes as he basically tongue fucked you — his large hands were pressed against your inner thighs to keep your legs apart, his eyes closed as he ate you out, and the grotesque sounds of his tongue meeting your cunt repeatedly bounced off the walls of his bedroom. You knew how loud you were and you didn’t care because it felt so fucking good that you came…twice. “Eddie, Eddie.” You said, your mind a little hazy from his tongue and he looked up at you with his chin resting above your stomach.

You could see his lips were wet and dripping down his chin, his nose was wet too before he reached up and wiped it off with the back of his hand. “Yeah, babe?” Eddie asked, breathlessly and watched as you sat up. Now here was where the nervousness came in and it blossomed as he stood up, but the first thing you noticed was the dark patch within his jeans. “Can I…ride you?” You asked, feeling absolutely nervous as you played with your fingers and you just wished that you could do something to make the question less awkward.

“Sure.” He said with no hesitation which caught you off guard and he crawled forward onto the bed to pull you into a kiss. He quickly rolled onto his back and you felt your nervousness go away as you undid his belt and his hard length was practically poking out of blue-and-white checkered boxers. He watched with bated breath as your fingers tiptoed around his throbbing cock and you felt your breath caught within your throat. You’ve had sex before but you were always on the bottom and weren’t in charge until now so you did feel a little which Eddie immediately caught on.

“We..listen, we don’t have to do this, okay? I won’t get mad or anything.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

Immediately he shut his jaw and watched as you straddle his waist with his tip barely touching you. The feeling sent goosebumps through his waist and he winced in pleasure when you slam your hips onto his pelvis bone, the flesh of your ass hitting against his thighs and you gasp in surprise at the sensation. The cold air was hitting against your body, your nipples hardening as you tried to figure out what the hell do next.

You lean forward to place your hands onto his bony chest for stability and you close your eyes as you began to move your hips forward. The back of your thighs rubbed against the sides of his stomach, causing a delicious rub to occur between the two of you and your mouth dropped as you moaned breathily. But the thing that took you by surprise was the small whimpers..from Eddie Munson himself. His large hands greedily gripping at whatever skin that was visible until his hands reached your tits and he groped them.

“Oh, shit. You’re so hot.” He hissed, watching as you fucked yourself on his cock and you merely giggled as your hands withdrew from his chest. You tilt your head back in pleasure, your hair falling over your shoulder and you moaned softly as you slowly moved your hips forward. Eddie tried to speed up the process by moving his hips up but you placed your hands onto his lower stomach and pressed down harshly, causing him to whimper.

You lean forward to where your face to close to his and you look into his fucked out eyes that were half lidded. “Don’t. I’ll go at my own pace.” You said, watching his reaction to which he eagerly nodded and you lean back, keeping your hands on his lower stomach but your grip had lightened. At this point, you felt your orgasm slowly approach but you wanted to torture Eddie as long as you could while being greedy too. Honestly, you could do this for hours.

Your hips felt like they were burning as you picked up your pace, causing your moans to become louder and his breathing to become heavier. The neighbors could hear you from the thin walls of trailer, but you didn’t even care and you were trapped in your own little world full of pleasure. You couldn’t even face Eddie since your face was screwed up as your body jolted forward with every move your hips made and your chest began to rapidly rise and fall.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck, I’m close.” Eddie said from underneath you, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips which moved rapidly so you could chase your own orgasm and he watched you in complete bliss. The sight alone almost made him cum too. Your moans were beginning to grow louder by every motion your hips made and you moaned shakily as your jaw dropped. The sound of your loud moans, your ass slapping against his thighs, and his whimpers/cursing swirled around the room like a sweet melody that you could listen to forever and never get bored of.

Your body shook as your orgasm came over you, your movements halting to stop and Eddie began to slowly move his hips up to last through your high. The way your pussy clenched around his cock made him cum instantly, watching as the slick gathered up around your folds slowly roll down the inside of your thighs and he groaned softly as he dropped his hips. The two of you stayed silent besides your heavy breathing and the soft springing of the fresh stained mattress.

He looked at you, face full of sweat, and laughed softly before holding up his hand for a high five which you exhaustedly returned. “I should let you go on top more often.” He joked, causing you to turn to him and you giggled softly.

“Maybe next time.”

A/N:

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season four #eddie munson x female reader #joseph quinn #eddiemvnsonsbabymama #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie x you

[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

guys im serious how tf do i write a threesome with one guy who accidentally adopts a whole group of teens and another guy who’s wanted for murder and probably never showers????

#stranger things #yes im talking about steve harrington and eddie munson #help pls #smut #eddie munson #steve harrington #i blame wattpad for this #like actually help me

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i need more of joseph quinn saying "because you're a spoilt little brat". that's it, bye.

[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

HELLO WHAT HI THE TRAIL?????? IM DEF WRITING SMUT ABT THIS

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #stranger things bts #joe quinn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x reader #oh my god

[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

Often

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dating Eddie Munson was like trying to train a disobeying dog and you two had some fun thrills throughout the relationship. However, after getting home late from work tonight, you were definitely not in the mood to deal with Eddie’s bullshit however the Munson boy was incredibly creative with how this situation could end.

THIS BLOG INCLUDES: Plot with lots of porn, penetration, angry sex, Eddie being obnoxious and loud asf during sex (i know that headcanon y’all), shouting, alcohol, spanking, choking

BEFORE READING: consider this an my apology for the last one shot. Too much plot, so little porn. I’m sorry, but personally, I hate when there’s like no context to smut but hey, that’s just me. Anywaysss..uh enjoy?? idrk and uh my request box is open than a can of dicks so yeah 🕴

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After you graduated high school, your parental figures ushered you to get out of Hawkins and get into some fancy college like Harvard or Carnegie Mellon. Anywhere far from Indiana. However, you stuck around for one..two..okay, maybe a ton of reasons but the number one reason was because of a boy named Eddie Munson. He was everything that a parent feared within a child: an alcoholic, a drug addict, a rock and roll listener, a sinner to be vague. You were almost the complete opposite of him which made you two click together so easily and after you graduated, you packed your bags to move in with him in the Forest Hills trailer park. Your parental figures simply looked at you in disbelief that you’re actually moving in with your boyfriend that couldn’t even graduate, let alone twice.

The rent for the trailer wasn’t that bad nor was it cheap so holding down a job 24/7 with his uncle while Eddie tried to graduate with overnight studying was a hassle but to you, it looked like he was spending too much time on his guitar. It felt like he loved that guitar more than he loved you. These thoughts felt like misery as you unlocked the door to the entrance and it slammed behind you after you had walked in. Dealing with customers in Melvald's General Store left you battered as you shrugged off your coat however a stack of letters on the counter caught your attention.

Your coat folded within your arms as you placed your satchel down and began shuffling through the mail. Half of it was for his uncle; magazine subscriptions, alerts from the power plant, etc. But one particular envelope had caught your eye since it was stamped and you hastily ripped it open to see..that the rent was two weeks late. But, you gave the money to Eddie so he could pay the rent. Your eyebrows furrowed in complete disbelief as you stared at the red bolded letters that sprawled across the white letter and you didn’t even bother to read what the hell the landlord wrote.

Rent was two weeks overdue?

“Hey, babe!” Eddie’s voice rung out as his white Reeboks hit the floor but he suddenly stalled after seeing your face, pent up with anger and he winced slightly. You held up the letter as lights shone through the paper but the red words were highlighted and you felt like an enormous weight had came down on your body. “What’d you do? With the money?” You asked in a low tone of voice even though you swore your voice broke a bit at the last word and you saw the guilt in Eddie’s face.

“Eds, where is it?”

“I..I had to get my stuff refilled, and—“

“Oh, my God.”

He was halfway through his explanation but you already knew what he meant by his stuff and your hands flew to your face. You had a hard day at work and you definitely did not have the energy with Eddie’s drug shenanigans. He lifted his arm up to place it around your shoulders but you moved away and slapped his wrist which caused him to look at you in disbelief. “Y/N, I’ll give you the money back, I swear.” Eddie basically pleaded, reaching out to grab your hand but you push past him and pull open the door of the rusting refrigerator.

The Munson boy looked at you as you popped open the opaque bottle of alcohol and began to drink heavily from it. “Babe, calm down. It’s not running away from you.” He said, grabbing the glass bottle from your hand and took a quick sip before placing it onto the counter. “I can’t believe it! Eds, that was for our rent, and if we don’t pay it, then we gotta go somewhere else.” You explain, hoping it would get through that thick skull of his and you watched his face drop as he played with a strand of hair.

He opened his mouth to say something. “You..you don’t have to be here, y’know? Yo-You could..uh, go to college instead of worrying about me and my uncle!” He said with an excited tone of voice, hoping that you won’t take it in the wrong way but that sentence alone caused an argument to spark between the two of you. Did he really want you gone? If it weren’t for you, the place would’ve fallen in like the ending of that one Stephen King movie you both watched, clinging onto each other while scared shitless. You did most of the scolding with him stuttering but then he would raise his squeaky voice at you and then your yelling would get louder.

He said some stupid shit before but you really couldn’t stand it as you sat on the kitchen counter, palm flat against your forehead and the familiar feeling of a migraine headache pounded the sides of your head. Eddie looked especially worn out with the tiredness within his somewhat pouchy face and the two of you fell silent after awhile. Your throat hurt as your tongue ran across your cracked lips before your face felt like it was heating up like a stove and you rubbed your eyes. You often cried after something had set you off like angry patrons and you would always excuse yourself to go somewhere to cry at.

But not today. This argument felt more grown up, but Eddie was 20 and you were 19 so it was bound to happen sooner or later. Your head pounded with a headache as you played with the ends of your long sleeve and you said, very slowly,”I worked hard for that money. I worked overtime, I covered someone else’s shift so I can help contribute to this little shithole so a thank you wouldn’t hurt, would i—“ Your sentence was cut off by Eddie wrapping his hand around your cheek and reeled you into a heated kiss which only lasted for a second before the two of you pulled away.

You guys didn’t talk for a second yet you were already clawing at Eddie’s shirt while your hips snapped up as he pulled off your pants and your hands went to unbuckle his handcuffs that served as a belt. He rushes to kiss you again, both of your chests rapidly rising and falling as he sloppily kisses you. Your teeth clash together before he pulls away and you tilt your head back as he kisses your head. His hands grope your breasts greedily while his other hand reach down and push your panties aside.

You felt a bubble of hatred burst within yourself, your eyebrows furrowed together as you pull off his boxers and you gasp loudly when he slipped his cock inside you. He reacts the same, his face slightly screwed up as he groaned loudly and his hand grab onto your hips. You shiver at the cold contact of his rings but his grip was bruising and your hand dig into his shoulder as payback. His hips snapped into you, making the kitchen be filled with the noises of your thighs slapping against his hips. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as you toss your head back, gasping whilst he fucked you and he leaned down to continue to kiss you.

Instinctively, your hand reached up to grab his mousy hair which makes him groan loudly and he pushes your hand aside. Your shirt was starting to slip off your shoulder as your body bounced with whatever thrusts he was doing and you hold onto the counter for stability. Your moans were loud, almost pornographic, but how could you conceal them? He loved hearing your moans too which drove him crazy and he groaned just as loud as you. “You like that, babe?” He asks you, but you definitely weren’t going to answer that.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

If it weren’t for his cock inside you, you would’ve walked off and blow off some steam, but he was fucking you so that definitely was blowing off some steam. You moan loudly as your thighs shake and his hand reached up to gently cup your throat which emits a strangled moan from you. His eyes were suddenly brightened by the sight: you on the kitchen counter with your legs wide open, red marks around your neck, your shirt falling off as he fucked you. It made him sorta proud as his thumb stroked your throat and you felt the arrival of your climax.

It seemed like he sensed it too since his thrusts began to slow, the friction was gone and you whimpered at the lost of contact. He pulled you off the counter, your legs a little shaky from how hard he thrust into you and your hips hurt but he whirled you around and slammed you against the counter. You felt awfully exposed as you listened to him suck air in through his teeth and you yelped when a stinging sensation had rung throughout your buttocks. “All this for me.” Eddie says as you feel his fingers crawl along your spine and he pushes your panties to the side as he easily re-enters you.

You moan in satisfaction at the feeling of being full and you pull your upper body up to stabilize yourself whilst his thrusts returned to its same energy: hard. Your body basically bounces with whatever energy he has left and listening to him moan loudly made it worth the while. Your back arched as your fingernails scratched the countertop and you moaned louder as your climax re-approaches. “Eddie!” You cry out, the feeling was too overwhelming and you swore that your fingernails were going to fall off from how hard you were scratching the countertop.

“You close, babe? Fuck, me too.” He groans, his fingers digging into your hips and he adds on: “Go on. Cum for me. No one’s stopping you, baby.” You felt like this was a trick but his hips only speed up and you felt stinging around your ass which was starting to hurt. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out, your moans were louder as you orgasmed and your grip upon the countertop had loosened. Your body shook as his thrusts slowed down, milking out your orgasm and he groaned loudly as you feel the warmth of his cum just above your pussy.

“You still mad at me?”

“Fuck you.”

BONUS:

Water dripped off your body as you stood in the shower, closing your eyes as you scrubbed off the sweat on your body and sighed lightly. Your fingers were lightly bruised but your hips were tattered with yellow bruises and you jumped when the shower curtain was rudely pulled open. Eddie had his hair tied in a low ponytail and he held up a wad of cash with a proud smirk.

“I told you I would get you the money.” He says as you grab a towel, wiping your hands, and your eyes widened as you skimmed through the green paper. He grabs it from you as you have a dumbfounded look on your face and he merely smiled goofily. “Got room for one..” His voice suddenly drops after seeing the bruises on your hips and he lowers himself to his knees to exam the bruises. “Holy shit. I did this to you?”

You giggle lightly as his fingers trail against your hip bones, making you extremely giggly and you grab his arm to pull him into the shower. He yelps as water now hit him, getting his clothes completely wet and he groaned in annoyance. “Babe, my hair!” Eddie complained as you sit yourself on his lap and smiled even though soap was now running down your face.

“Calm down. Thought you wanted to join.” You said, teasingly and his hands fall onto your waist as he pulls both of you into a chaste kiss. “I love you.” Eddie says which certainly catches you off guard and you felt your stomach lurch again. “I love you too.”

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AUTHORS NOTE.

that..was truly something. uh again idk what to say but hoped you enjoy that. this smut is dedicated to my bsf meowlia ofc so yeah 🕴 pls tell me y’all caught the reference of this smut cause i WILL cry LMFOAOAKAHSH anyways eddie angst next week

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[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

Master of Puppets

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: When he isn’t being a murderer or a satanic worshipper, Eddie realizes that he has to spend his time doing something or he’ll absolutely go insane. Luckily, Metallica has released a new song and he needs to make up all the days he missed practice. And as if he weren’t lucky enough, he had a girlfriend who was willing to help..in more ways than one.

THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN: Smut, Fingering, Praising, Guitar Lessons from the Eddie Munson ™️

BEFORE READING: This is my first time writing in second person and my first like smut/one-shot (a smut-shot, if you will) so completely bash me 😇😇 anyways this was based off of something on Tumblr/Reddit where it said that Eddie had to learn Master of Puppets in such a short time yada yada. Credits to the owner(s) to that idea and uh enjoy 🕴so sorry if it’s long and it was 4 am when i wrote this but still

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You out of all people knew that Eddie Munson was not a killer and you had known since the very beginning of your relationship when there had been awkwardness between you then the comfort blossomed into something new. Chrissy Cunningham was found within the Munsons’ trailer..grotesque and bones snapped so severely that it didn’t look like bones were within her body anymore. Her eyes were filled with blood, running down the sides of her face and you saw for yourself when you went to Eddie’s trailer first thing in the morning. Sure, it was a weird routine but it was fine since he was always asleep until you shook him awake until the boy basically fell off. But Eddie wasn’t in his trailer and there was a dead body in the living area..ironic. Your thoughts about this morning was interrupted when a red haired girl and a curly haired boy stormed into the place where you work at.

You recognized the girl who had her Walkman clipped to her jeans: Max or Maddy was her name and her headphones were hung around her neck. The boy who stormed in wore something that was ripped out of Miami Vice if you included the cap that read “Thinking Cap” with bold letters dashed across the white material. “Hey, Steve, how many phones do you have?” The boy asks, his overeagerness spilling over the counter as your coworkers had gathered around the TV installed in the corner of the video store and Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

“Two, why?” Steve asked after the boy’s firm question. “Three, if you count Y/N’s.” Robin added on as you tried to mind your business, trying to keep that image of Chrissy dead on the floor off your mind. You don’t see shit like that everyday unless it was in a video game or if you were a homicide detective, but you definitely weren’t. You were working some shitty job, shared a shitty trailer with your somewhat shitty boyfriend since he failed to graduate and because you couldn’t go to some shitty, fancy college, you stayed in a town where the devil basically lived. As if you had hit the bottom of the barrel and were scraping to stay alive. Sudden exclaims of surprise caused this dark reality to tear from your vision as the curly haired boy shoved his duffel bag over the counter and knocked down a stack of tapes, one of them hitting your ankle harshly.

“No, no, no! Not my tapes!” Steve exclaimed, as he held up his hands in complete distress and you watched the kid sit in the computer chair, typing away rapidly. Damn, this kid definitely had his mind set on something. Max had joined him but didn’t hesitate to give a small yet awkward wave to you which you returned back before going to help Robin pick up the clattered tapes. “I need it to search up Eddie’s friend’s phone numbers.” The boy, Dustin as you learned from Steve’s rants, explained which most definitely catches your attention as you hand Robin the last tapes and even she caught onto your confused yet lingering stare on the computer.

You spoke up,”What’s up with Eddie?” Max looked at you, almost reluctant on even telling your two coworkers and the redhead sighed in complete disbelief. You learned about the Chrissy situation, how she went with Eddie back to his trailer, and all you felt was jealousy bubble into your chest. Why would someone like Chrissy even be around Eddie Munson? It felt wrong to be jealous but then again, what else was he doing when he said he couldn’t make it to your house during the nights? Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you heard chatter go around the VHS store, listening to your coworkers and their children-friends-thingy call around to look for Eddie. You hadn’t seen him in what felt like decades as you made the last call on your phone, everyone’s eyes on you as they watched you twirl the yellow phone cord around your finger.

The girl you spoke to, Jordyn was her name, was one of Eddie’s best friends, someone you genuinely got along with however you hung up with a hopeful look which transfers onto the others and Dustin asked,”Well?” You explained to the group about the address to a “Reefer Rick” where Eddie mainly got his drugs from and how he sometimes crashes there whenever your parental figures were home. A few days later, a bunch of shit had gone down within the span of hours with a villain called Vecna, Max floating in the air, Robin and Nancy outrunning the guards. The Nancy Wheeler, the 4.0 GPA golden student, had out ran a couple of rent-a-cops with TwiddleDee by her side and you smiled whenever it was mentioned. The past couple of events rarely got any of you to rest so they did a thing called “Max Watch” however Dustin was last on supervising her but you came to realize that as you shot up from the floor of the Wheeler’s basement and listened to Dustin’s TRC-walkie talkie crackle with static.

“Dustin? Dustiiinnn..Dustin! Dustin!”

You groan in complete exhaustion, rubbing your eyes which were bloodshot from lack of sleep and stepped over Robin’s sprawled arm on the floor. Eddie’s voice continued to crack through the radio signal and you wondered how nobody woke up to Eddie’s squeaky voice. You pull the metal ringed antenna, held down the microphone button, and said,”Eddie, please stop, it’s like 8 in the morning.” You heard him shuffle which caused you to furrow your brows since it was rather early but Eddie was especially excited since he was glad to hear your voice again.

“Y/L/N, hey! Babe, listen, I need a food run because these SpaghettiOs taste like dog shit..and maybe a six-pack. Y’know how beer calms my nerves, right?”

Unfortunately, you knew and mumbled quietly in frustration. Whenever you woke up from some sort of sleep or nap, you felt extremely crabby however after hearing Eddie’s voice, you felt sorta better and nodded. “I’ll bring you weed too.” You said, jokingly and quickly turned off the walkie talkie before he could even protest. You stepped over the sleeping teenagers and looked at how they were sprawled out around the Wheelers basement. You felt bad if you didn’t leave a note so you grabbed a sticky note, a pen, and furiously wrote the food situation before leaving the Wheelers’ house. It wasn’t a lie when you said that you..liked? Loved? Whatever, you got along with Eddie so well that you would practically do anything for him..even if that meant stuffing wrapped Ding Dongs into your satchel and cans of microwaveable food. Before you left, you went up to your room and saw a wrapped guitar case peering out at you from your closet.

You remembered when Eddie gave you his B.C Rich guitar with the jagged edges when he was drunk, afraid he would break the guitar and you were too high to even say yes. Maybe he would stop annoying your group if he was busy with something so you threw the musical case over your back and braced yourself for the cruel bike ride to Reefer Rick’s house. Who even nicknamed themselves like that? A whole colony of trees surrounded Hawkins, making it feel isolated than ever as your legs moved up and down, rubber wheels squeaking against the lone road. This bike ride starting to kill your stamina with the satchel full of food starting to pull you off to the side until you saw the familiar house where Steve almost had his throat slit with a broken beer bottle.

“Finally!” Eddie cried out when you handed him the canned food and reeled you onto a chaste kiss before holding up a can of corn like a worship. You had to admit, when he wasn’t a murderer or a satanic worshipper, he was pretty cute and he began to put away the cans discreetly as possible, but turned his head after watching you set something down. “Wait..babe, did you—“ He interrupted himself as he walked over to the guitar cover and you watched as his eyes practically fill with hearts, his ringed fingers grazing the strings. “So, you could stop annoying us.” You explained with a grin so hard that it hurt your cheeks and he rushed back up to kiss you feverishly. His metal rings felt especially cold on your warm cheeks as you both smile into the kiss and you sat down while you watch him sit down with his guitar.

He took off his necklace which revealed his guitar pick and you watch his face fill up with excitement as it strummed against the strings. “Ah, shit,” Eddie says suddenly as he pressed his flat palm to his forehead,”Metallica came out with a new song, huh? Master of Puppets?”

How could you forget? He was practically blabbing off about it as he played aimlessly on his guitar while he sat in between your legs. Those days were something that you could never forget, even now as you both stare at each other and you look away, feeling flush yet flustered. Would his eyes still be on you if you looked up? You didn’t wanna find out. “Uh, yeah. It’s pretty..metal.” You answer, feeling yourself cringe on the inside for even trying to use Eddie’s own slang but the mousy haired man had chuckled lowly and scratched his neck.

You could see how tired and frightened he was, making you wish that somehow you could fix this sad feeling within him. “Could you teach me how to play? I always see you play those really loud songs..and Max always complains to me about it." You sat there timidly, watching as Eddie's face lifted a bit. It seemed as if both of your feet had been glued to the ground, scared to move for a reason you couldn't fathom. Footsteps echoed around you, leading you to curiously lift your head to follow the noise. Insane yet mousy hair covered some of the wall before slowly making its way back towards you, "How much do you know about playing?"

Suddenly, you felt every detail of his body among your back as you scooted forward to leave him some room and his rings pressed into your warm skin. You felt your mouth suddenly go dry as he placed the guitar pick in between your fingers and placed his head on top of your shoulder. “She’s heavy.” You say in order to try and ignore the feeling of his toned abs against your back. For a druggie, he seemed well-toned and you felt the ropey muscles of his arms against your arms. “Please don’t drop her.” Eddie says, a little nervous too about the amount of contact you had with each other and you could barely focus on the notes that he was talking about, causing you to mess them up.

“It’s fine, babe, let it go.” He warns after seeing your face slightly tightened with anger and guided your hand back to the chords. His breath felt hot against your neck but you were too frustrated to even realized and didn’t even realize that his other hand had gripped your thigh until now. You didn’t say anything, hoping that he could just ignore the fact that you were messing up so much and the guitar pick was starting to leave marks within your fingertips. “Keep going, you’re doing so well.” His lips ghosted your earlobe, his non ringed fingers had rudely pushed up the itchy skirt you wore and stroked the inside of your leg.

Your jaw became slightly agape at the sudden contact against the place where it made your knees weak, but his words encouraged you to actually learn and his breath made your skin be covered in goosebumps. Your fingers were starting to have string marks of the guitar against your skin but you jolted slightly as Eddie’s fingers ran up and down your panties, creating a..friction. But it wasn’t enough for you. It had been days since your last encounter together and who knows? This might be your last one before he possibly goes to jail or worse, end up dead. You shake your head of these possibilities as his fingers run over the wet spot created within the cotton material and your grip on the B.C Rich guitar had tightened.

“Eddie.” You cried out, desperate for him to touch you and you felt his smile against your skin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder then the soft strokes stopped. The friction was gone and it filled with dissatisfaction as he carefully placed the guitar away. Anything for his precious fucking guitar, but you had to admit, it did look pretty good on him. “Really? After all—“ Before you could even protest, he tilted your head back and feverishly smashed his lips onto yours.

His teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, kissing you roughly and you returned the same energy back as the room basically filled with just the noises of your lips smacking against the other. His fingers returned to the same place, just above where you were soaked and aching for his touch down there. He rubbed a few circles around your clothed area before he lifted up your hips and pulled off your underwear. He pulled you back into the kiss as your panties dropped down to your ankles and you felt like your stomach was going to lurch at any second.

You hadn’t done it much with Eddie, only doing it whenever you or he had a stressful day, but this felt like something else worldly. It felt..desperate but in a good way due to the fact you hadn’t felt this good since the recent events with the group. Actually, you needed an escape so here you were, his hands in between your legs in some random strangers house. Yet you liked it. His middle and ring finger formed together, reaching down to rub your wet cunt and it caused you to groan into his mouth where he was starting to kiss sloppily.

His fingers were sleek now, glossed with your wetness and you bucked your hips forward to get him in deeper within you. Blatantly, he obliged and slowly inserted his two fingers inside your pussy, a low moan from you had vibrated his lips and you both pull away from the kiss for air. His fingers moved slow, listening to the wet sound that made your hips buckle and you threw your head back onto his shoulder. You both were fully clothed yet you could feel his erection against your back as he fingered you faster and you moaned loudly with your face screwed up in pleasure.

“You did so good for me during that lesson, babe,” he whispered into your ear as his thumb met your clit, causing the feeling to be overwhelming,”Hell, maybe you’ll be their newest bassist.”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

His hand clasped over your mouth, your moans vibrating within his calloused palm in the fear of being caught by any of the local residents and you felt the familiar feeling of a slow-building climax pool at the bottom of your stomach. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. You’re doing so good for me.” He cooed into your ear as your hips bucked into his open palm, moving his hand away from your mouth and you gasped at how the cold air hit your exposed skin. He leaned down to pepper open mouth kisses across your neck and his other hand cupped your breast.

He lifted up your shirt, your nipples growing hard by the lakeside air that flew into the window, and pinched your breasts which caused you to squeak in complete surprise. “Asshole!” You hiss but his fingers only pumped inside your pussy faster and the wetness slapped against your thighs, causing you to moan. Your fingers grasped onto his leather jacket and you felt the pins of his jacket dig into your back since it was impossible to ignore now.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Your voice had changed pitches as your climax approached and your pussy convulsed around his boney fingers, your jaw hung incredibly low as your hips snapped with your legs shaking. Eddie let out a soft groan, a wetness growing on your back but you ignored it as your climax washed over you like a wave of water and you moaned loudly as you came into his fingers. You shudder in pleasure as his fingers slowed down, making your orgasm last longer than usual and your stomach rose and fell heavily. “Oh, fuck.” You spoke through your heavy breathing and his hand dropped from your breast while his other pulled out from your pussy. That day, you thanked God that Eddie hasn’t missed a single guitar lesson.

“My, my, my. Look at this, babe.” Eddie spoke in a low voice and held up his glossy fingers. His veins easily showed through his milky white skin and you could see the somewhat transparent residue that laid on his fingers. A light sweat covered your forehead as he spread open his fingers, the white substance becoming stringy and it dripped down his fingers slowly. He looked super fucking proud as you lifted your hips to pull back on your underwear and you grabbed his wrist. “Y/N, what’re you—“

His sentence was abruptly cut off when you placed his cum covered fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself as your tongue swirled around his fingers and licked it clean with the taste of salt residing into your tastebuds. Eddie’s face screwed up in disgust as you pull your shirt down and he cried out,”Ew!” You looked at him, flabbergasted and realized that there was a wet spot in the crotch area of his jeans. Oh, you were definitely going to make fun of him for that. “At least I didn’t cum in my pants.” You say with confidence and he quickly looked down at his pants, flustered.

“No, that’s not, uh, I spilled water there earlier.”

“You came in your pants, dude.”

“No, I didn’t!”

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AUTHORS NOTE.

…i..idk what to say. this took like forever to do so uh..sorry if there was a whole lot at the beginning less smut but uh..im flabbergasted. im bamboozled. im astonished. anyways shout out to my bsf atlas for helping me write this uh yeah

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[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

repeat after me.

QUEER CHARACTERS ARE NOT PLOT DEVICES FOR STRAIGHT CHARACTERS.

[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

oh my fucking god

Eddie find out you had a bad day and offers to fix it for you....with his cock.

Make You Feel Good

Eddie Munson x Reader 

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sliiight dumbification (the dream tbh)

Eddie has been excited to see you all day. He had a really good practice session with his band and scouting a couple venues in the next town over had proven to be pretty fruitful, with a gig now lined up for the following week.

When you finally arrive at his trailer in the evening, however, you seem to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders. You drop your bag at the door and then drop your body onto the sofa beside him.

"Well hello to you, too, princess," he says with a laugh, gathering you into his arms and pulling you against his chest.

"Sorry, it's been a real bitch of a day," you respond, muffling your words into his shirt. Eddie moans loudly on your behalf and buries his face in your hair.

"And what do we say when a day is a bitch?"

You lift your arm up weekly to show your middle finger.

"Fuck her?" you offer quietly. Eddie lifts up his own middle finger aggressively.

"Exactly! Fuck her!"

You dissolve into laughter in spite of yourself and Eddie's smile grows wider. There's nothing he loves more on this planet than making you laugh. As you calm down, though, he can still see some of the stress in your eyes. So he shifts you around in his lap until your back is to him, and his ringed hands go to work kneading the tension out of your shoulder muscles.

"Want to tell me about what's got you down?" he suggests quietly after a few minutes. You've begun to melt under his touch and let a few moans rumble up from deep inside of you.

"Nothing in particular. Shitty customers, bad luck, and a....mmm. Sore body."

"I hear ya, baby," Eddie says with syrupy sympathy in his voice. His hands begin sweeping everywhere, pressing into your sore muscles and turning you into a puddle beneath his fingers.

"Good?" he asks after you let out a particularly satisfied moan.

"So good, Eddie. You fucking undo me." You don't try to hide the desire in your tone.

"Hey that's my line." His breath is hot against your ear and you shiver in his grasp. "If you really want me to make you feel better, I'm more than happy to." He rolls his hips up into you, showcasing the erection that has slowly been making itself more and more known since he first sat you in his lap.

"Aaand that's my line," you giggle, referencing all the times you've made his shitty days better by climbing onto him and riding him into the sunset.

Eddie's face is in the crook of your neck now, his lips sucking lightly at your shoulder.

"Am I not allowed to borrow it?"

"If you keep taking all of my moves, what will that leave me with?" you breathe. The breath turns into a gasp when his hand smooths over your hip, pulls up your skirt, and cups your pussy deliberatly.

"This perfect pussy," he reasons and you laugh. One finger traces the outline of your slit. You're wet already - his hands having done wonders on you, his words in your ear simply the icing on the cake. Eddie hums against your throat. "Come on, baby, I know I can make you feel so good."

"Mmmm, you promise?" you ask without any true question, eyes closing in pleasure as his finger begins circling your clothed clit.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, princess." As he says it, he makes the sign of the cross over your heart before reaching down and covering your breast with his palm. "And if I die...hoo boy, what a way to go."

You undulate your hips down against him a little impatiently, grabbing onto his splayed knees for leverage.

"Alright. Make me feel good, Eddie Munson."

He's swift yet gentle in response. Without really having to expend much thought or energy, you allow Eddie to manipulate your body until you're divested of your panties and his jeans are yanked down. Your shirt and bra are pulled askew so his hand can fondle your breasts to his heart's - and your - content. His cock slots between your legs, the length of him sliding parallel to your folds and gathering your waiting slick.

"My baby wants this, yeah?" he asks. His hand splays over the lower portion of your abdomen and a finger dips down to play with your already aching clit.

"I want it bad, Eddie." He obliges you, lifting you up and helping you hover over his member. He teases the head of it against your hole and you let out a whine of anticipation.

"Gonna make you forget your damn name, let alone this shit day," he says huskily before dropping you down slowly on his cock. You fight the urge to writhe against the sensation of intrusion but moan deeply when he settles inside you, bottoming out.

"Yes - yes," is all you manage to say. He feels so good inside you. Filling you up to the brim and leaving no space for exhaustion or stress. There is only Eddie and the places where your bodies meet.

For a while the only sound in the room are your shared grunts and the slapping of your skin as the bottoms of you thighs meet the top of his over and over. The Eddie speaks up.

"You should take next Sunday off. Lay in bed all day while I wait on you hand and foot," he suggests, voice strained with effort as he continues to lift you up and down.

"You angling to be my servant for the day, Munson?" you tease. He huffs out a laugh.

"More like your devotee," he rumbles in your ear, pushing in to press kisses on the side of your neck. "Let me worship at my sacred altar." His hand dips between your legs and swirls luxurious designs into your clit, making you gasp. "Allow me to be baptized in the waters of your temple." He lifts his hand up from between your legs to show where your arousal has webbed wetly between his fingers. He brings said fingers to his lips and your gaze follows him over your shoulder so you can watch him suck the taste of you into his mouth. With his eyes closed he savors. "Permit me to drink the nectar of you."

"You are so w-weird, Eddie," you say on a shaky laugh, but you're clenching down around him at the sound of his beautiful, absurd, over dramatic words.

"Oh no!" Eddie gasps, gripping your shoulders suddenly. "The patient! She speaks! And coherently at that!"

"Eddie..." you say, rolling your eyes.

"I must not be doing my job," he says, resituating you in his lap and taking a more firm grasp on your hips. "To properly exorcise a shitty day I've got to get you so fucked out that you can't string two words together."

“Eddie, you’re being absolutely ridiculous, this -,”

“Ah!” Eddie exclaims, suddenly setting a brutal pace that makes you cry out. “That was six words. You trying to mock me? Trying to give me a challenge?” Your find yourself flailing and reaching for any part of him in order to ground yourself against the onslaught of his thrusts. One hand grabs onto his thigh while the other reaches behind you and grasps at his neck. “You know better than to do that. You know how competitive I am, baby.” 

His cock slides almost all the way out before ramming back in at a breakneck speed. He’s going so fast your thighs are shaking.

And then, just as abruptly as he began, Eddie’s slowing downdowndown, almost to a stand still. You’re worried he’s going to stop, which would be awful considering the proximity of your nearing orgasm. But instead of stopping, he restarts with an achingly slow pace this time. A pace that has you feeling every glorious inch of his member in a new way. Has you sure you can sense each ridge within you. 

His hand returns to play with your clit, but his palm presses against your abdomen this time. 

“Fuck, I can feel myself inside you. Feel that.” He rips your hand from his thigh and places it over your own abdomen where you can feel him stretching you from the inside out. Feel his cock shifting within. You whimper in response.

“Holy fuck, Eddie, oh my -,”

“And that’s five words,” he interrupts you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look back at him over your shoulder. “Closer but no dice.” He surges forward and captures your lips with his own. His tongue plunders your mouth and you grow hotter and needier, grinding down on him with every upward thrust.

He’s taking you apart piece by piece, and the building tension within you holds the promise that he’ll help you shatter entirely. Eddie lets go of your hand and returns his fingers to your clit to trace designs back into the wanting bud. 

“Play with these tits for me. I don’t have enough hands,” he grumbles against your lips, actual laughable frustration on his face. “I need more hands, damn it!”

You find yourself giggling as you do what he says, cupping your own breasts and playing with your nipples. As he intended, this helps you rocket even closer to the edge. 

“Oh my...oh...” you practically whimper. Eddie chuckles behind you. 

“Three words. I’d say we’re close now, aren’t we sweetheart?”

“Eddie, I...” you throw back your head against his shoulder and give yourself over to the building pleasure. Your hips quake and your pussy seizes up on his cock. 

“That’s it, baby. Don’t think. Just feel.” His voice is pained and you know he’s holding off cumming for you. “You feel soooo fucking good. Want to fuck you till you’re nice and relaxed. Can we get you there, princess?”

You want to respond, you really do. But you’re finding yourself at a loss for words. He changes the pace shortly after that, an adjustment that staves off your orgasm again. 

“H-hey,” you protest weakly as your pleasure recedes from an inferno back into a slow burn. 

“I said I wanted you fucked out. That takes time,” Eddie explains smugly, clearly pleased to be successfully edging you. 

He continues like this for almost an hour. Taking you out to the ledge only to turn around and bring you back with soft touches or breaks at the last moment. He kisses you when you whine and presses hushes against your skin when you beg. 

Finally he’s got you right where he wants you. You’re a wet, writhing mess in his lap and your gasps are no longer coherent. You sob out your frustration and hold onto him for dear life as he kicks his thrusts back into gear. 

“Thinking about your shitty day now, princess?” Eddie asks, breathless and hoarse, not unaffected by this marathon himself. You shake your head violently and pant openly. “Good. Good. And does my princess want to cum?”

“Eddie!” Is all you can cry out. It’s all you know anymore. Other than the phrase “my princess.” He’s called you his before but with your nerves stripped raw and your pussy aching around him and your head empty, “my princess” takes up prime real estate in your brain. You imagine being here, bouncing on his cock always - on good days and bad days - and a tortured part of you wants him to keep edging you forever. 

But then Eddie is nibbling on the space below your ear and moaning so sweetly as an indication of his own pleasure and suddenly you’re tumbling into the abyss. Your orgasm crashes into you and you scream out Eddie’s name, clenching and spasming on his cock. Your bodily reaction takes him over with you, and he cums inside you with a slurry of curses mixed together with your name. 

You don’t come down from cloud nine until you feel your back hit Eddie’s mattress. He’s brought you into his room and stripped you of your final piece of clothing. 

“That’s it, baby. You ride that natural high,” he says with a big shit eating grin. He’s lighting a cigarette while standing over you and you chuckle, rolling your eyes back into your head. 

“You’re a menace, Eddie Munson.” Eddie laughs and exhales a puff of smoke, taking a second to gaze down at you, taking in your whole body where it reclines on his bed. 

“So they tell me, princess.” He drops down suddenly, making you giggle and flinch as you anticipate the impact of his weight, but he catches himself at the last second, holding himself just a centimeter above you on the bed. He nuzzles your nose with his own before kissing you deeply. “So they tell me.”

~*~

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