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separate ways // eddie munson

Synopsis – Eddie sure does love to torment you and turn you into putty in his hands. 😊

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x You

Warnings –some cursing, fluff, lots of nicknames (princess, sweetheart, angel), no Y/N, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, 18+ only, minors DNI, cockwarming, grinding, lots of fingering (receiving), nipple play, soft!eddie, a tad bit of possessive!eddie if you squint, softdom!eddie, praise, squirting.

Word Count – 3.2k

A/N- I *clap* WANT *clap* THIS *clap* SO *clap* BADLY*clap*! *screams into pillow* This idea got me wildly hot, so I of course had to write it down for all of y’all. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. Also, this is only edited by me, so apologies if there are typos. And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! Hope you enjoy! Thanks! <3

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You were going to lose your mind if he kept it up.

It was a typical Friday night in the trailer. Eddie threw on one of his new favorite slasher flicks, Sleepaway Camp. You had probably watched it close to 10 times in the last two months. Eddie had you laying with your back to his chest, in between his legs. You loved laying like this against him. You could feel every breath, every laugh, every jump scare (though he vehemently denied it every time). And of course, every little kiss on the top of your ear Eddie gave you when you got scared yourself.

But tonight, something was different.

Tonight, you wore a cute new red plaid mini skirt that you had gotten for Christmas. You loved the way it looked with your beat-up combat boots. Subconsciously, you might have worn it to torment Eddie… he’s always said he had an affinity for skirts and combat boots. When you got to the trailer, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Sweetheart… is that-uh-is that new?” He licks his lips, clearing his throat, trying to get the words out.

“Yeah baby! You like it?” You give him a little twirl on the porch.

“You-uh-you could say that again, sweetheart.” He smirks, giving you that boyish smile as he scratched the back of his head. He sticks his head out of the doorframe, looking right and left. “You better get in here before you start getting cat called and someone asks me where my girlfriend went.”

Eddie grabbed your hand firmly and yanked you inside.

That was two hours ago.

Now you were comfortably in between Eddie’s legs, watching Sleepaway Camp. His large warm hand was laying gently on your thigh. His mouth had been getting closer to your ear for the last few min, and he was now breathing hotly against your delicate skin.

He gently starts to stroke your thigh with his left hand. You gasp a little as cold rings hit your skin, making you shiver.

“You ok, angel?” He asks gently, whispering in your ear, tilting his head to get a good look at you.

You nod, catching your breath and trying to focus on the movie. You clear your throat, shaking your head a little bit, adjusting slightly.

“Uncomfortable, sweetheart?” Eddie gives you a little peck on your cheek. His long trestles tickling your face.

You shake your head. “Nope… all good, Eds.” You turn your head back, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Well as long as your comfortable… You can always tell me to move or stop…” He smirks, giving your nose a tiny kiss as his other hand starts to gently fiddle with the hem of your skirt. The touch makes your breath hitch, as you look up into his big, brown eyes.

“You gotta pay attention to the movie sweetheart…” He lifts his pointer finger, making a small circle, encouraging you to turn back around. You roll your eyes, turning your head back to the movie. For the amount of times he’s gotten distracted during a movie, god forbid if it was YOU that got distracted.

You both lay there for a few minutes, his fingers tracing along the bottom of the plaid. He carefully and softly starts to pull your thighs apart.

“Eddie…” You say softly, your face getting warm and you feel hot all over.

“Shh sweetheart, the movie. It’s just now getting to the good part.” Eddie kisses the top of your head, smirking. His broad hand lightly grips the inner part of your thigh, dutifully pulling apart your legs until your skirt is hiked up on your upper thighs. You let out a little moan as you feel the cool air hit your panties, which had gotten, surprisingly, ridiculously wet.

Eddie gently pulls your skirt up a little more, just enough where he could see the tiniest bit of your panties. He bites his lip softly, smiling to himself. He had been wanting to get you into this position since you got here. Eddie strokes you with his rough, calloused thumb on your smooth thigh while his other hand starts to move towards the ever growing heat under your panties.

Suddenly, you feel gentle pressure on your clit. Not too much. Just enough. The touch from Eddie’s fingers on both sides of your sensitive nub makes you start to squirm. Firm circles start to encompass your hot button, making your thighs start to clench together.

“Ah ah ah… no no sweetheart.” Eddie murmurs in your ear as he hooks his ankles around your calves, pushing your legs back open and KEEPING them open. He wasn’t gonna let you move an inch, and you let him. You liked it.

“That’s my good girl…” he murmurs in your ear, possessively patting your pussy. He slides fingers back under your panties, rubbing your clit lighter. The movement makes you roll your eyes back and instinctively buck up into his hand.

Eddie smirks and taps your firm bud delicately. “Sweetheart, if you move too much, I’ll stop…. And you don’t want me to do that now do you?”

You bite your lip, shaking your head from side to side. You hold your hips down, trying your hardest not to move a muscle. After a minute or so, Eddie starts to rub your clit again.

Soft, messy sounds start to fill the room from your dripping wet pussy. God, he really knew how to really work you up. Firm circles, followed by gentle slides became his rhythm and it was driving you crazy. He hikes up your skirt around your waist, giving him a full view.

“You soaked through your panties, angel….” You whine on top of him, unable to speak.

Suddenly, his fingers leave your clit, making you whine softly. Eddie reaches over to his side table to pull out a pair of scissors, in which he quickly cuts your panties off of you at your hips.

“Eds! What are you-?” You softly protest, as Eddie shushes you softly.

“You don’t need those, now do you sweetheart?” Putting away the scissors, he slowly peels the white fabric off your soaking cunt. The action itself almost makes you cum. You start to arch your back, but remember what he said about moving, and you lay back against him, giving him your full body weight.

Cool night air hits your soaked pussy like a brick wall, that makes you shudder. Eddie lets go of your thigh and moves his hands up your sides slowly. He starts to lift your shirt, showing off your full tits.

“Can’t be neglecting these now can I sweetheart?” He moans softly in your ear, as he pulls up your bra, exposing your chest to him. He groans softy as his big hands grope your tits, making his bulge throb against your back.

You move your fingers towards your acing nub, but before you can get there, Eddie swats your hand away.

“Now now… you’ve gotta be a good girl for me, remember? Good girls don’t touch without asking. And you’re not allowed to touch at all.” He says a little roughly, putting your hand back on his thigh. You nod, understanding.

“I’ll be a good girl. I promise Eds.” You whisper horsely. He turns your head to give you a deep kiss, booping your nose.

“I know you will princess…” He slightly adjusts, focusing back on your heaving chest.

Moaning hotly in your ear, his pointer fingers and thumbs gently pinch and twist your sensitive nipples. You groan softly while he plays with your hard nubs, your fingers gripping into his thighs a little harder.

“Look at you being such a good girl for me.” He kisses your cheek firmly, while he tugs a little harder. The slight pain makes you yelp from pleasure, making you drip from your slick hole.

“MMmmm that’s it. Let me take care of you babygirl.” His strong tongue licks your earlobe, biting it roughly while he watches your body shiver and shake from his touch.

He lets go of your right nipple, moving back down to your pussy, which you were sure by this point had left a little pool on the bed. Expertly finding your clit again, he tenderly strokes you with his thumb. You gasp, pushing your head to the side, into his shoulder a bit.

“Eddie… Eds please… please… I want to…” You groan louder as you body starts to shake under him. You can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence.

“You want to what sweetheart? You know you have to use your words…” He says teasingly, biting your neck.

“I wa.. I want to cum Eds.” You whine at him, yelping as his thumb strokes your bud a little harder.

Eddie smiles devilishly. “Well, you know princess that want, and need are two very different things… and I need to you to NEED to cum. Do you understand?” He whispers softly into your ear. His curly locks touching the side of your face.

“Yes Eddie... yes… I need to cum.” You whimper against him.

He makes a small tsk sound. “Mmm I’m not quite convinced yet sweetheart.” He starts to use the pads of his pointer and middle fingers to diligently rub your clit. The action makes you furrow your brow, moaning a little louder now.

“Does that feel good princess?” Eddie moans into your ear. The action of getting you off was getting him harder than he had maybe ever been before.

“Mmhmm yes Eds it feels…ah… really good.. don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” You whimper against him. Eddie leaves wet kisses along your neck and collarbone while he keeps pinching your nipple and perfectly rubbing your bundle of nerves.

You could barely hear the screams from the tv over Eddie’s panting in your ear. The sensation was becoming too much and your legs start to twitch and shake more violently as your climax starts to reach its peak.

“Eddie… please… please I need to cum.” You moan. Holding onto his thighs was the only thing that was keeping you somewhat grounded.

“Mmmm I don’t think you’re desperate enough yet sweetheart. Just a little bit longer princess.” Your wetness had made his fingers slick and it easier to glide over your throbbing clit.

Moving his fingers over you in an agonizingly slow manner, before picking up the pace once again. You tremble, a moan stuck in your throat. You don’t think you can hold on anymore.

“Eddie… please PLEASE please I need to cum… Eds please!” Your entire body shakes on top of him, making his cock unbelievably hard. You feel the long, thick member throbbing against you.

“You can do it princess… just a little longer. I’ll count you down, ok? I’ll count back from 30. 30….”

As he starts to count back, your mind has to only focus on the numbers. Every few seconds he’d say another number, clearly wanting to torment you. By the time he gets to 10, you’re panting and moaning, crying out in frustration, nails gripping into his jeans.

“5….”

“4…”

“3…” He starts to count even slower now. You can hear his devilish smile in his voice.

“Eds… please… PLEASE…”

“Shhh… 2…”

“EDDIE!” You scream out.

“1…”

A massive tidal wave of an orgasm washes over you, making you leak onto the bed. The relief brings tears to your eyes as you cum hard than you thought was possible for a person to cum. Your dripping hole clenching around nothing almost made you want to cry.

Eddie slows down his rubbing, placing hot kisses on the hollow spot below your ear. He sits up a little, letting go of your nipple, placing his hand back down on your thigh. He grips it roughly, pulling you open more.

Suddenly, you feel two nimble fingers enter your empty, dripping cunt. You yelp out loudly, as the sensation is overwhelming.

“Eds! Wh- Baby… Wha-” Choked pants get caught in your throat as you finally feel his fingers plug up the emptiness between your legs.

“Shhh I just wanna see something sweetheart. I wanna keep making you feel so good… so fucking good.” He gently turns your head back to the front, pushing you up a little bit. “I want you to watch.”

He licks and bites at your neck, leaving pretty lavender marks along your delicate skin. He starts to firmly finger your pussy, adding just a little bit with every thrust, until his fingers where deep inside you, hitting your g-spot. This new position had his arms pushing your tits together, making them shake with every movement.

You turn your face towards his, eyes pleading. “Eddie… its too much!”

He sharply stops. “Do you want me to stop sweetheart? I can if you want me to…” The second his fingers start to slide out of your pussy, you whimper and start to plead for them to go back in. “See, this is how I know you’re my good girl…”

He pushes his fingers back into you deeply, making your back arch. His hand is gripping you harder now, leaving bright red marks on your inner thigh. Sloppy sounds from your wet pussy start to get louder as he fingers you deeper and faster.

You groan loudly, lets starting to twitch again. He always knew how to make you cum fast from his fingers, but in this position, it made his fingers feel inches longer. He gently spreads them inside of you, causing you to moan loudly.

“Fuck princess, you look so pretty with my fingers inside of you…” His lips leave your neck for just a moment to watch as well. His digits glistening in the soft light of bedside lamp, his cock throbbing uncontrollably in his pants.

Your pussy starts to clamp down on your lover’s fingers, your lips bright red from your teeth biting them, trying hard not to move too much. You roll your eyes back as another wave starts to roll over your body.

“Eddie, I’m gonna…” You screech as you cum hard around his fingers. Pussy dripping over his hand. You never realized your pussy could ever get so wet.

But he doesn’t stop. He keeps up his steady pace. Wet, messy sounds leave your cunt, while Eddie starts to softly hump your back.

“That’s it sweetheart… just one more… I know you can do it. Fuck… You’re being so… good for me princess.” He groans loudly as he bucks into you a little harder.

Tipping his fingers up slightly, now focusing on your g-spot, which makes you leak even more. Your tits are bouncing wildly now, and the cold air keeping your nipples hard.

Eddie kisses your temple softly, giving you soft praises in your ear. “Keep watching love… I want you to see what I’m doing to you.” You lock your eyes on his fingers pumping in and out of your pink pussy. The wave gets closer and closer.

“You don’t need to ask or tell me when you’re gonna cum this time babygirl. Just lean into it… let it happen… let me take care of you.” He grunts, moving his fingers harder in and out of you.

He starts to hook his fingers up into your g-spot, and relentlessly presses on it, coaxing your body into another orgasm. His eyes are wide, transfixed on your body. The body that was melting into his with ever second that passed. The sensation overpowers you, your eyes glazing over with tears of pleasure.

“I know sweetheart, I know… I got you… I got you.” He mutters deeply into your ear.

Then, without warning, your climax hits you like a mack truck. Screaming, you gush over his fingers, squirting all over the bed.

“THAT’S IT PRINCESS! SUCH A GOOD GIRL!” He roughly kisses your cheek and rubs your clit with 3 of his fingers back and forth, making you spray harder. He pounds his fingers back inside of you, making you squirt again. Your body arches and writhes on top of him. You’re unable to stop your body from moving, even if you wanted to.

The deep satisfaction makes you lose your sense of self, only focusing on pleasure, lost in the sound of your own panting. For a brief moment, you hear in the distance Eddie praising you.

“Such a good girl.. you did so well for me…” Eddie slows his fingers to a halt, gradually sliding out of you. He pulls you into his lap, cradling you gently, peppering your face with kisses.

You tremble against him, trying to catch your breath, nuzzling your face into his neck, laying on gentle easy kisses.

Eddie gingerly runs his fingers through your hair, getting it out of your face. Your eyes flutter open, feeling fluffy and treasured. You give him a small smile. His thumb rubs along your bottom lip, tugging at the corner of your mouth before kissing you deeply.

“There she is… You ok sweetheart?” He asks you so carefully, as if you were a piece of China he didn’t want to break.

You breathe in softly before nodding. “I’m ok Eds… I’m more than ok…” You smirk a little, blushing totally blissed out. “I-I didn’t know I could do that.” Looking over at the mess you left on the bed.

“Mmm I did. It was just a matter of time…” He whispers the pad of his thumb lightly touching your clit. It makes you jump, but then you lean into it a bit more. “But I’m serious. Are you alright? I didn’t push you too far?”

“Eds, no. It was amazing baby.” You put your hand on his cheek, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. As you break away, a though crosses your mind.

“What about you Eddie… Do you want me to…?” You wiggle your butt a little on his jeans, realizing there’s a wet spot. “Oh! Fuck, sorry. Did I do…”

You look at Eddie as the words start to leave your mouth, and he blushes a deep red. He looks down at you, smiling sheepishly.

“Ah yeah… No sweetheart that’s-ahem-that’s not from you.” He scratches the back of his head boyishly. You giggle at his admission.

“Baby! You got that worked up?”

“Well duh… I mean look at you!” He laughs loudly, kissing in between your tits. You let out a loud laugh as his hair tickles your neck. He leaves a trail of spit as he takes your right nipple in his mouth, giving it a soft suck before popping it back out. He leans back, drinking all of you in.

“You know… since we’re both a bit of a mess now… how about we get in the shower, I’ll get you all cleaned up and then we can come back here… and make more of a mess.”

You bite your bottom lip again, smiling at him.

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” You yell hoping off of him, making a mad dash for the bathroom. Eddie groans, chuckling to himself at the sight and darts after you.

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musingginger · 1 year

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Well that was hot. Damn! 🤤

CW: A self-indulgent kinda-blurb featuring mean, pervy Eddie, dom/sub dynamics (?), virgin!reader, name calling (of the ‘whore’ & ‘slut’ variety), nice nicknames (of the ‘sweetheart’ & ‘baby’ variety), 1 dacryphilia mention, mocking, dumbification if you squint, humiliation kink ig, teasing, vaginal penetration without the use of a condom (don’t try this at home, folks), some hand-on-neck action + a squeeze but no actual choking, multiple orgasms, and Eddie referring to himself as ‘master’ a grand total of one (1) time! |2.3k| 18+ ONLY

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You weren’t sure how it had happened, but your best friend was on top of you. His cock was hard against your thigh. His gentle breath was fanning across your face.

It was supposed to be a regular sleepover at your house. But then there had been this energy in the air. This tension. It wasn’t new, you’d felt it before. You’d felt it every night he’d slept in bed with you and hadn’t touched you. Every morning you woke up and felt his hardness against your ass, but pretended like it wasn’t there. But now, here he was, above you, his hand stuffed up your shirt, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You whimper weakly below him.

With only the low light of your nightlight in the corner of your bedroom, all you can see is his face. Those deep brown eyes staring intently into yours. Measuring your every movement, your every breath.

“Fuck, look at you,” Eddie says, pain lacing his tone. You shiver involuntarily at his words and gasp sharply when he tweaks your nipple meanly between his fingers. Wetness drips from your slick hole like it’s weeping, crying out for him. “I knew you were a virgin, but Christ, sweetheart, no one’s ever even groped your pretty tits before, have they?” Eddie asks rhetorically, squeezing your breast to emphasize his point.

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Who makes the captions at Watcher and can I buy them a Christmas present? These feel like an inside joke that only us deaf, hard-of-hearing and auditory processing disordered folks are privy to.

We’re so often forgotten about or overlooked on YouTube; made to put up with shitty auto-generated captions (comparable to trying to have a conversation with Ryan’s spirit box) or reliant on other fans to make them for us. Someone puts effort into these not only being accurate, but funny, and I love them for it.

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musingginger · 1 year

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Well, THIS sent me to mars this morning! 😂😂

i wanna wake up with eddie eating me out and moaning into me all soft and wrecked 🥵

Good god.

Morning, My Love

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, oral sex (f receiving), somnophilia (sexual acts while one sleeps. In this fictional work it is fully consensual between 2 adults. If this makes you uncomfy do not read), PIV / unprotected sex

You feel like you’re having the most delicious dream. It’s all sensation and sound, you don’t even know exactly what is happening. You just know that a wonderful pleasure is blooming hot in your core. Something that sounds vaguely like your boyfriend’s moans tickles your ears and you roll your hips in a unconscious need to chase the accompanying vibrations.

Vibrations. It’s physical. Not in your head or the product of some dream like you’d thought.

As you start to become more conscious you become aware of hands pressing your thighs apart. Of a dull drag against the lips of your cunt. The clenching of all of your muscles in response to a swirl on your clit.

Your even breaths from sleep are long gone when you rouse from sleep. You’re panting, and you’re fully awake when you take in the soubd of a heady moan.

“E-Eddie?” you mumble groggily.

“Mmm morning baby.” Eddie’s head pops up from between your thighs, his wide palms pressing down on the wide planes of your flesh to keep you open for him. His curls are disheveled and his mouth shines with your arousal. His eyes are glassy and he smiles almost drunkenly at you. You notice the bed shaking gently. Rhythmically.

Eddie is humping the mattress. So turned on by the simple act of eating you out.

“Ohhh Eddie. Were you needy and I was asleep?” you ask gently. Eddie hums and nods, bringing his mouth back down to kiss you clit. The vibrations from the hum shoot through you, making your eyes roll back.

“Couldn’t wait, Princess. I tried, I’m sorry…” he mutters against your slick folds.

“Don’t be sorry,” you coo, bringing your hands down so your fingers can thread through his hair, keeping his face where you want it. “Feels so good honey.”

“Yeah?” he asks weakly, tongue leaping at you.

“Ohh. Yeah.”

One of Eddie’s hands slides down from your inner thigh to insert two fingers into your pulsing heat. You immediately clench down on him.

“F-fuck…” you all but whimper.

“Pussy wants to cum,” Eddie mumbles through an open mouthed kiss to the place where your leg and pelvis join. “It’s been so good for me. Want you to cum baby, so bad.”

The desperation in his tone. The way the bed’s begun to shake more noticeably with his thrusts. It’s all got you rocking your hips up into his face, cradling him to you.

“Wanna cum,” you whisper. But then you pull him away from you, despite the tingling in your core. He looks up at you, messy and dazed, questioning. “Wanna do it with you inside me, though.”

Eddie scrambles up your body, limbs moving disjointedly as if through water.

“Holy fuck I love you, Princess,” he breathes into your mouth before kissing you hard and deep. You taste yourself on his tongue and reach down to yank his boxers down, impatient for the release you’d been holding off.

“Love you too, Eds,” you reply, his name becoming a whimper as you guide his cock to sink into you, his hips bucking erratically from jump.

“Too good, baby. Didn’t know I was so close…” He’s apologizing but you’re having none of it.

“Me too, Eddie. Just give it to me. Get me there, honey.”

Your sweet words act as the motivation he needs, because he gains control of his thrusts enough to deliver a few hard and deep ones that hit just the spot inside you. Coupled with his groping hands and the way his lips mash sloppily to your ear, feeding you his every sigh, whimper, and groan - you’re cumming in no time.

As you fall apart beneath him, Eddie seizes around you. Pulling you to him in a final barrage of strength and want and need. Burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hips stutter once, twice. And then he releases deep inside you.

The full weight of him drops onto your body, but you don’t mind. It helps ground you as you float back to earth after your high. He comes around to the feeling of you rubbing his back and humming.

When he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are still tired but his grin is wide.

“Morning, my love.”

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musingginger · 1 year

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Good morning. I’m crying. This was so sweet and beautiful!!

After Dark

S.H. x F Reader

Summary: After a death scare, Steve is terrified to lose you, and is determined to take care of you.

CW: MDNI 18+, angst, fluff, injuries on arms, softer smut

The frigid breeze of a cold, autumn night nipped at your skin, the usually cozy sweater you were wearing not helping one bit.

Kid after kid, with bruised knees and scraped elbows gathered into a van to be taken home after another traumatic, yet all too familiar event in the Upside Down.

Eddie had graciously offered to take them home, his van having plenty of space in the back for everyone to huddle up, tired heads resting on shoulders and nodding off from exhaustion.

You stood by Steve's car, goosebumps on your skin and a split lip quivering from the unwelcoming chill of the night, and watched him as he exchanged a few words with Eddie, thanking him before he drove off.

Your arms didn't hurt anymore at least, and you didn't know if they were numb from the cold, or if you were still in shock.

You'd been caught off guard by a demodog just an hour ago– it came running after you in the dark, and lept on top of you, toppling you onto the hard dirt.

It'd slashed both of your upper arms in the process, tearing through your sweater, and there was a fleeting moment where you were going to scream, cry for help, but you opted not to. You knew that after countless times of battling Russians and bloodthirsty creatures, you were bound to eventually die at some point.

You'd accepted your fate and squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to look into its mouth before you became its latest meal, when you heard a loud smack, the weight and pressure of its hold on you suddenly gone.

You forced your eyes open to see Steve, holding his infamous baseball bat, and smacking it against the creature's head over and over again while he screamed and shouted, willing it to die, until its movements finally stilled.

He dropped his bat then with a thud, running up to you with frightened, wide eyes, a blood splattered face, and he knelt down next to you and slid his arms underneath you in one swift movement, holding you close to him as he took in sharp breaths, asking you if you were okay, asking you where it hurt, begging you to respond to him.

You hadn't responded, only staring at him with confused eyes, chest heaving, unable to find the words to tell him you were okay. One moment you'd accepted your fate, and the next, Steve was holding you close to him, a hand roaming over the sleeves of your sweater where it had been torn, heavily sighing with relief when he'd realized that your slashes in your arms were your only injuries.

A silver tear glistened in the corner of his eye and ran down his cheek as he apologized over and over again for not getting to you sooner, and choked back a sob, telling you he thought you were a goner.

Once you'd returned when the battle was over (for the time being), Steve made it abundantly clear that you were not going home, that you were staying with him so he could take care of you, not wanting you to go back to an empty house to lick your wounds alone.

You'd told him that you were okay, that it wasn't life threatening, that you could take care of yourself, but eventually accepted his request when he ran a frustrated hand through his hair, his soul wavering and shaking life a leaf, and grabbed your face, pressing his forehead against yours, and kindly but sternly whispering, "No."

Steve was making his way back to you now from Eddie's van, the chilly air breezing through his long waves, and hastily took to taking off his jacket when he saw you shivering, thoughtfully draping it over your shoulders as to not hurt you any further.

He looked at you up and down, studying your body language and crossing his arms before he met your gaze.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked for the tenth time, distress still in his voice.

"Yeah," you nodded, softly smiling, "I'm okay. Just cold."

"Oh shit, yeah," he sighed, "come on, then."

He rested a hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the passenger side door before opening it for you, helping you to get in and make sure you were comfortable, and carefully shut it closed, stepping over to the driver's side and sitting down in a hurry, starting his BMW and cranking the heat before driving off.

You stared out the window, burning, hooded eyes closing in relief as the heat kicked in, almost forgetting the thick tension in the air, like a drawn bow waiting to be released, before Steve broke the heavy silence.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his eyes focused on the road ahead of him.

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused by his apology as you looked over to him.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I don't know," he huffed, "it's just that... if we never became friends, you would've never had to deal with this shit, get hurt, ya know?"

"Oh my god," you scoffed playfully, "how were you supposed to know that King Steve asking a girl out in 8th grade would lead to this?"

"I'm not King Steve anymore," he frowned.

"I know you're not, but I'm just saying, it's not your fault. Okay?"

Steve wiped his nose with his sleeve, and cleared his throat, not replying.

"I'm okay, and it's not your fault," you reassured him.

"When I saw you under that– that thing," he responded, his voice barely above a whisper, "I really thought you were... dead."

He spoke the last word as if it was something forbidden to say, and honestly, it felt like it was.

You inhaled, exhaled a short breath, and your mind played the flashbacks like a bad horror movie, making your stomach do back flips, then fill with dread as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, not knowing what to do with your hands.

"Me too."

Steve glanced at you then, his brown eyes drowned in sorrow, remorse, and even grief of what could have been.

He averted his eyes back to the road, a shiver going down his spine, and reached his hand out to you, his palm facing up.

"C'mere."

You looked over to see his hand open and waiting for you, and you pursed your lips, before accepting and resting your hand on his.

That wasn't enough for him, and he quickly intertwined his fingers with yours and squeezed it with tightly, holding onto you for dear life, his other gripping the wheel with white knuckles.

You both sat in a much more comfortable silence for the rest of the drive, not letting go of the other's hand as Steve kept his eyes on the dark road in front of him, some streetlights flickering, some broken entirely, and you stared out the window, eyes heavy and tired, trying not to fall asleep.

He pulled up to his driveway and let go of your hand to put it in park, turning the car off and focusing on you for a moment, his eyes just as tired as yours.

"Don't move," he instructed softly, before opening his door and getting out.

He quickly moved to the passenger side door, opening it for you and taking your hand in his, pulling you up gently and then placed his hand on your back again, leading you to the steps of his front door before unlocking it and insisting you go in first.

Steve shut the door behind him and switched the lights on before turning to you as you took off his jacket and kicked off your shoes, and he cursed and ran a nervous hand through his hair at the reminder of your bloodied, torn sleeves, slashes on the skin underneath it.

He took a slow step towards you as you gazed up at him, his eyes burning into yours, and he gently smoothed your hair out of your face, making your heart skip a beat.

"C'mon, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

You nodded and smiled briefly, and he grabbed your hand again, motioning his head to walk up the stairs, and guided you delicately up to his room, as if you were fragile glass that could shatter any moment. You knew it wasn't necessary, but decided it was better to not say anything.

He let go of you as the two of you walked into his bedroom, soft plush carpet under your feet, and you smiled as your heart bloomed with nostalgia at Steve's all too familiar bedroom.

He was quick to advance to his dresser, pulling out the drawers and fumbling through them to find clean clothes he thought would be comfortable enough for you.

You waited patiently, admiring the details of his bedroom, before he approached you, holding up a black t-shirt, basketball shorts and a pair of his boxer briefs.

"Are these, uh, okay?" Steve asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, perfect, thank you," you smiled as he placed them in your hands.

"Okay, cool," he stammered, his face flushing a shade of pink and his hands on his hips, "are you on your, you know, period or anything? Cause if you are, I can try to find something in my mom's bathroom–"

"No," you chuckled, "I'm not, thank you though."

He nodded awkwardly, seemingly regretting asking you such a question, though you didn't mind, you thought it was quite thoughtful of him to mention.

"Here, come shower in my bathroom, and I'll take the guest bathroom."

You followed Steve into the bathroom adjacent from his room, and he looked into the shower, making sure there was enough shampoo, conditioner and soap, before turning it on for you, his hand feeling the water to make sure the temperature was to his liking for you.

"Okay, um," he paused for a moment, thinking, "oh yeah, shit, a towel–"

He opened the cabinet and handed you a neatly folded, fluffy towel and an extra toothbrush, and you were reminded how wealthy his parents were when you felt the overly soft fabric.

"Alright, I'm gonna go shower in the other bathroom now," he motioned his hand somewhere behind him, "if you need anything else, let me know, I'll be quick and I'll be in my room waiting for you."

"Okay," you replied with a small voice, and he nodded, staring at you for a moment before walking out the door.

Suddenly, your chest felt tight, and your heart was heavy as you watched him walk away, like you didn't want him to leave, like he needed to stay with you and never be far away from you ever again, like not being right next to him felt scary all over again.

Suddenly, he felt like a lifeline.

"Steve," you blurted a little loudly, not meaning to.

The way you said his name made him halt, and he turned around to look at you again with wide eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Uh... thank you. For everything. I appreciate it a lot."

It was all you could manage to say.

He flashed you a small, but loving grin, and gave you a slight nod, before turning back around and closing the door.

You sighed heavily as you set his clothes on the counter, and looked into the slightly fogged mirror, your reflection showing your blood stained shirt and your dirtied face, and you grimaced at the sight.

You peeled off your clothes carefully, as to not hurt your already sliced up arms, but you realized it didn't matter when you stepped into the shower and the warm water hit your wounds, making you hiss in pain.

You watched as hints of blood mixed with water went down the drain, washing your hair with great care, not wanting to tangle it further, brushing your teeth and wincing a bit as you lathered yourself in Steve's body wash, the soap stinging your arms.

You rinsed yourself off and stepped out of the shower, dried yourself off with the towel and slipped into Steve's clothes, smiling to yourself as they smelled just like him, breathing in his scent, and took it upon yourself to use his hairbrush and comb out your knots, knowing that he wouldn't mind.

You opened the door to walk back into his bedroom, and just like he said, he was sat on his bed waiting for you with his hands clasped, his hair damp and tousled, his face cleaned up, and he smiled softly at you.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, he'd never looked more handsome than right there, showered and sitting on his bed, patiently waiting for you, and you smiled back.

"You feel better?"

"Yeah," you responded, voice hushed, "I do."

"Good," he patted the comforter, motioning for you to sit with him, "come here. It's time to fix up those scratches."

You noticed the bottle of rubbing alcohol, cotton rounds and bandages next to him, and you groaned, begrudgingly stepping towards him and sitting down on the bed next to him, facing him cross-legged.

"I know, I know," he cooed, "it sucks, but we have to do it. Let me see."

You hesitantly rolled up the sleeves of your shirt and sighed as Steve inspected your wounds, his fingers tracing around them giving you goosebumps.

"These probably needed some stitches," he mumbled, "but all I have are butterfly bandages."

"That's fine," you assured.

"Well, alright," he said cautiously, grabbing the rubbing alcohol and dowsing the cotton pads with it, "this is gonna hurt, okay?"

"I know," you breathed, "it's okay."

He began dabbing at the slashes with the cotton, and you winced and cursed at the sting, him muttering 'shit, shit, sorry, shit, I'm sorry', in between.

"There," he leaned his face towards your arm, "I think that's all disinfected now."

Your heart fluttered when his gaze met yours, Steve only now realizing the close distance of your faces.

His big, brown eyes darted from your eyes to your mouth, lips parted as he lingered there for a moment longer, before leaning back and clearing his throat.

"Sorry, let me get these bandaids," he stuttered, his face blushing.

"Don't be sorry," you insisted softly, "I like when you're... near me, ya know?"

He tried to hold back a shy smile at that, and grabbed the box of bandages.

"Me too."

Your chest grew warm at his words, feeling bashful, and you watched as he gingerly began placing the bandages on your skin, doing his best to close the wounds tight.

"You know," he said quietly, tapping your other arm to continue, "I just wanna tell you... I'm really sorry for how I acted towards you in middle school."

"Steve," you scoffed, rolling your eyes, "it's okay, it was years ago–"

"Yeah," he interrupted, "but I was a real douche then. So, I'm sorry."

"Well... you're not a douche anymore, so I forgive you, if forgiveness is what you're looking for."

His lips curled into a smile of gratitude, and he turned to grab a roll of compression bandages, wrapping both of your arms with them to ensure the ones underneath stayed put.

"There," he exhaled, "all done. I know it's probably not great, but I'm not a doctor, unfortunately."

"Considering that most doctors don't even take women seriously," you smirked, "I think it's perfect."

Steve chuckled, and ran a hand through his hair, sucking in his bottom lip.

The room went quiet as he sat a minute longer, timidly taking your hand in his and rubbing soothing circles on it, and there was a pull in the air, a pull that felt like a rubber band waiting to snap.

You gazed at him with half lidded, brand new eyes, studying his face, and you decided Steve was perfect– his lips, his eyelashes, his freckles, his hair– and his touch set your skin aflame.

There was some kind of mutual understanding buzzing between the two of you, that words didn't need to be spoken to know exactly what was going on in that moment, but neither of you had the bravery to say something about it.

You might have seen this coming had you paid attention, but you'd been too busy spending time with him and your friends in the Upside Down to even notice a change. He soon became your closest friend, someone that you missed anytime he wasn't around, someone who could change your stormy days to sunny ones with his smile and presence, someone who put himself in danger on a regular basis to protect you.

"Alright, well," he smacked his hands on his knees, standing up a bit awkwardly, "I better go. You sleep in my bed, it's more comfy than the other one."

You watched as he walked warily to the door, as if there was something inside of him telling him not to leave your side either, and your heart was heavy again like stone, yearning and aching for him to stay.

"Steve," you called his name, and stood up abruptly, taking a step towards him.

His steps came to a halt at the sound of your voice as he approached the doorframe, turning around to avert hopeful eyes back to you.

"Yeah?"

"Don't leave," you said faintly, voice cracking.

He sucked in a sharp breath of air, his heart beating fast, and lingered by the doorway as he stared at you, looking for any signs that maybe you'd misspoke, then realized you were serious by your gaze, and gently shut the door closed, switching off the light.

You both took slow, careful steps to each other, heat rising to your cheeks, until your faces were mere inches apart, your breath shuddering as you peered into each other's eyes, the moon being your only light and witness in the room as the pull in the air finally snapped.

Steve lifted a thoughtful hand to brush through a piece of hair, tucking it behind your ear, eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips, and butterflies danced in your stomach.

"So pretty," he whispered, cradling the side of your face, his thumb brushing along your lips.

"You are."

He leaned forward then, your name escaping him, hands splayed messy along your cheek, and captured your lips easily in the dark, kissing you gingerly, his mouth warm and soft against your own.

You kissed him back just as quickly, a wave of relief washing over you, hands resting on his chest, and he suddenly broke the drawn out kiss, eyes closed, leaning his forehead against yours as he inhaled shallow breaths.

"You have no idea..."

"Steve–"

He kissed you again, his lips gentle and probing, each one faster and more needy than the last, like he'd never had the chance to do it again because of the hellish world that lie underneath, and you snaked your arms under his, slipping them under his shirt and feeling the soft skin of his back.

His thumb pulled at your bottom lip, a silent way of asking for more, and you obliged, giving him permission to deepen the kiss, tongues gliding over one another in harmonious sync, and you both sighed into the kiss, chests heaving, and a sense of desperation washed over you as you tried to pull him in impossibly closer.

You gasped when you felt Steve's length brush against your thigh, and he embraced you deeply again, swallowing the sound as he roamed his hands under your shirt, humming at the discovery of skin he'd never touched before, warm palms smoothing down your ribs and resting on your ass, squeezing it.

The kiss slowed and your lips stuttered, breath hitching as his touch, and you stopped to press your lips to his cheek, before whispering to him.

"Take it off."

Steve's eyes went wide for a second, mesmerized by your request, and he muttered a quiet 'okay', and grabbed the hem of your shirt, helping you to slip it over your head, tossing it somewhere unknown.

He swore at the sight of your bare chest, glossy lips parted as he sighed deeply, his eyes dark and hooded as he traced his hands up your abdomen, stopping when he got to the swell of your breasts, and his thumbs smoothed over your hardened nipples, making you quiver under his touch.

"Steve," you whined, "need you."

He immediately got the hint and was quick to pull his own shirt over his head, tossing it aside and crashing his lips on yours again, pressing his bare chest against yours, and you felt lightheaded, dizzy at the feeling.

He cradled the sides of your face, licking into your mouth, before taking your bottom lip into his, sucking on it feverishly, and letting it go with a pop.

The action made you huff, and the sound made Steve abruptly grind his hips against yours, and before you could react, he captured your lips and guided you to his bed easily in between eager kisses, gently holding the back of your head as he laid you down on his mattress, anticipation and overwhelming excitement coursing through your veins.

He hovered over you, giving you one last long embrace, his hand pressed into the pillow beside you for leverage, as he made his way to your jaw, pressing sloppy kisses along it, then moving to your neck, his lips ghosting the delicate skin there, and you keened softly, your hands raking through his waves, giving it a gentle tug.

He hissed then, and he licked and kissed along your neck, finding the sweet spot under your ear, and your knees fell apart for him, Steve fervently sucking a pretty bruise there as a reward.

You sighed his name– a prayer, a plea, a beg– and you arched your hips against his, your inner thighs aching for him, making him groan at the sudden movement, murmuring to himself.

"Need you so bad," you whispered against his lips, reaching a hand in between you and lightly stroking his length, finding him hard and heavy for you, and Steve's breath stuttered.

"I got you baby," he pressed a lazy kiss to your lips, his voice husky, before leaning back, "it's okay."

He grasped your shorts and boxers, tugging at them as you lifted your back, helping him slide them down your legs, and he placed them on the side of the bed.

"Fuck," he rasped, gazing at the sight of your heat, face flushed, hair messy, "you're gonna kill me, sweetheart."

You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together for friction, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes, 'cause you needed to feel his touch more than anything else.

Steve got the hint and traced his fingers down your thigh teasingly slow, his other hand on your knee, and swiped them through your soaked folds, praising you when he found how wet you were for him.

The touch sent an electrical shock through your body, and he easily dipped a finger in, curling it, his wanton eyes locked on your heat, and you gasped, arching into his touch.

He slipped in a second finger, curling both of them now, and set a languid, yet senual pace, your slick taking them in easily as he brushed against the spot you desperately needed, and you became a mess of quiet moans and expletives.

Steve used his free hand to further spread your knee, then squeezed the soft plush of your inner thigh as he bit the side of his lip, and he couldn't help but lean his face down, licking a broad stripe over your clit as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you, and you softly cried, his tongue feeling like velvet as you pulled at his hair again.

He pushed his fingers in and out of you faster then, circling your clit long and slow with his tongue as you held onto his hair for dear life, arching into his mouth and he groaned against your heat, the vibration alone making you huff, heat beginning to pool in your lower back.

"Steve," you warned, "I'm gonna cum–"

He squeezed your thigh harder, and you were sent over the edge, your legs shaking, your gut tightening as your orgasm bloomed within you, panting as he continued devouring you through your high until you twitched.

Your body relaxed, limbs liquid as Steve pulled his fingers out, sucking your juices off of them before sitting up, and his mouth was wet with your slick as his chest heaved, face flushed, gazing at you through half lidded eyes, and you reached your arms out for him, begging for more.

He yanked off his pants and boxers hastily and crowded into you then, hand cradling the side of your face, and kissed you passionately, slipping his tongue through your parted lips, and you hummed at the taste of yourself.

"Wanna feel you," he rasped against your mouth, body trembling above you, "can I..."

"Please," was all you managed to mutter.

He reached a hand in between you then, lining himself up with your entrance, and glanced at you for any signs of regret, not finding any, and he pushed himself inside you, your walls taking him in with ease.

You both keened loudly in unison at the feeling as he bottomed out, jaw slack, and you wrapped your legs around him, caging him in as he began a slow, but deep pace, pressing all the way into you, 'cause he just couldn't help himself when you looked like that, felt so good.

You brushed your fingers through his hair, yanking at the nape of his neck, the moan leaving his lips so soft, you decided it was the prettiest sound you'd ever heard, and you pulled his face to yours, kissing him and swallowing the sound as he rocked into you, stretching out your walls in a way you didn't know you needed.

You tightened around him, and he groaned, suddenly snapping his hips into yours, and your wounded shoulders brushed against the pillows roughly, your arms stinging at the feeling, and you winced at the twinge of pain, making Steve halt his movements quickly.

"Shit, shit, shit, I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he cradled your face, pressing apologetic kisses to your cheeks, "are you okay?"

"Yeah," you breathed, "I'm fine, don't stop."

He held your face, gazing through you with worried, remorseful eyes.

"We should stop, I don't wanna hurt you–"

"No, please," you pleaded, a single tear rolling down your face, wetting your hair, "keep going, I need you."

He chewed on his lip, the pad of his thumbs swiping away the tears under your lashline, and stared at you, seemingly deep in thought.

"Okay," he sighed, "here, sit up."

You looked at him through glossy, curious eyes and Steve leaned back, grabbing your hands to help you sit up, guiding you over to where he was sitting, then relaxed his head and upper back against his headboard and pillows, his knees slightly parted.

"C'mere baby."

He motioned for you to sit on his lap, and you eagerly obliged, crawling over him, your shaky legs spread over his, and he held a hand on your hip, the other one on the back of your head to pull you into his face, kissing you roughly, tongue gliding along your lips, and you sighed contently.

"S' okay, I'm gonna help you," he whispered against your lips.

You didn't respond, only humming in agreement, and Steve grasped your hips as you rested your hands on his chest, and he gazed at you with loving, lust filled eyes as he guided your hips down, sinking your aching heat onto his hard length.

You both gasped, and breathy, loud moans escaped your mouths simultaneously at the feeling as you sank down on him fully, reeling in pleasure at the new angle.

You gripped his shoulders, lips parted, eyebrows furrowed as you grinded into each other in perfect sync, Steve holding your sides tightly for leverage as he rolled his hips into yours, setting a sensual, deep pace as he watched himself disappear inside you.

"Just like that, baby– fuck," he rasped, "you feel so fucking perfect."

You only whimpered in response, his thick cock stretching out your walls and hitting your spongy spot with every roll of his hips, and he grabbed your face, pulling it towards him to kiss you as he continued to thrust up into you, his eyes half lidded and blissed out, and embraced you eagerly; sloppy, open mouthed kisses brushing against each other's lips lazily.

"You look– so pretty," he panted, "look so pretty like this."

"Fuck, Steve," you breathed, "feels so– good."

He gripped your hips then, rutting into you quick and harsh, and your movements stuttered, the both of you gasping and throwing your heads back in ecstacy, Steve hitting his against the headboard.

"Don't stop," you cried, "harder."

He enthusiastically accepted your request, gripping your hips so tight, they would surely bruise as he couldn't contain himself, and rutted into you again, starting a faster, even deeper tempo, hitting your cervix every time, and you began to lose composure.

You grinded into each other with desperation, bodies slick with sweat gliding over one another, and you grabbed his face, kissing him passionately as you moaned into each other's mouths.

"I love you," he murmured against your lips, hooded eyes burning into yours, still thrusting into you, "love you so much."

His words sent an electrical current through you, and your heart bloomed with overwhelming warmth and adoration as you rolled your hips against each other with unrelenting need, and you gazed into his eyes, tears brimming at your lashline.

"I love you too, Steve," you breathed, "fuck, I'm not gonna last much longer–"

"Me neither," he panted, "cum for me, baby girl, please–"

Your walls clenched around him and your hips stuttered as you dug your nails into his back, the coiling tension inside you snapping, becoming a blubbering mess of gasps and his name, and Steve wasn't far behind, licking and biting at your lips through your high until he couldn't anymore, kissing on your neck to hold back loud moans as his vision blurred, spilling himself deep inside of you as his movements stilled.

You both slumped into each other, chests heaving as you rested your face on his shoulder, and he brushed a soothing hand through your hair, pressing gentle kisses on your cheek.

"Hey, look at me."

You lifted your head up lazily, and he cradled your face, kissing you long and slow, like his life depended on it, and you smiled, smoothing away the hair plastered to his forehead and kissing it gingerly.

Steve smiled back, resting wide hands on your sides to lay you back down on the bed next to him, sliding himself out of you, and you shivered at the loss.

He laid down next to you, pulling the comforter over your quivering body, and pulled you in close to him, liquid limbs entangled, the both of you blissed out, and he held your face, rubbing soothing circles into your cheek as you gazed at each other, his body warmth comforting.

"I don't wanna lose you," he whispered, a look of concern on his blushed face, "ever."

You reached a hand out, brushing your hands through his hair, and grinned lovingly.

"I can't promise that," your voice hushed, "but I'll try my hardest."

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Happy thanksgiving indeed….

I’m just… thinking about a few things here… em…

#oh so fucking soft #i wanna squish him #and eh #other things…#eh #bite bite #men with lil tummy’s are fucking superior #joseph quinn #joe quinn #eddie munson

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im not ok. :)

found this on pinterest

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drink ya water!

EVERYONE DRINK WATER RIGHT NOW AND REBLOG TO KEEP THE HYDRATION GANG CHAIN GOING

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living after midnight // eddie munson

Synopsis – Eddie takes you to a show, and well… things get pretty… metal. 😉

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x You

Warnings –some cursing, fluff, lots of nicknames (princess, sweetheart, angel), no Y/N, smut, 18+ only, minors DNI, exhibitioninsm, cockwarming, grinding, oral (receiving), p+v sex, soft!eddie, a tad bit of possessive!eddie, softdom!eddie, praise, squirting.

Word Count – 3.3k

A/N- The way that writing this made me ABSOLUTELY FERAL! Dear god, I need to see music live ASAP. Honestly, this is a selfish fic because I would be inconsolable if Eddie Munson did this with me. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. Also, this is only edited by me, so apologies if there are typos. And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! Hope you enjoy! Thanks! <3

I do not grant permission for anyone to use my work. Under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own.

Bright flashes of from the stage was the only light illuminating the crowd.

You and Eddie had driven an hour outside of Hawkins for a night out. He had snagged a couple of tickets for a concert of a local metal band that was currently blowing up. The venue was definitely over capacity, and sweaty bodies bumped against each other in time to the music. It was euphoria.

Eddie was singing in your ear right behind you. He always insisted on standing behind you, so he could hold onto you during the show and pull you out of the way in case a mosh pit started. Tonight however, he was a bit handsier than usual. Maybe it was the fact you were wearing your fishnets and burgundy leather mini skirt, a favorite outfit of Eddie’s.

You found him multiple times during the night checking you out. Honestly, ogling you. Respectfully objectifying, he would say. When you caught him, he just shrugged and would say, “Can you blame me? Look at you!” You didn’t care though. You liked his attention, especially the pervy attention. But you did want to make him suffer a little bit.

About 30 minutes into the show, you had caught Eddie staring at your tits yet again. His head was peering over your shoulder, staring, big eyed. Smirking and biting your lip, you got the most devilish idea. You pushed your ass into his crotch and jumped a little bit “to the music”.

The movement made Eddie’s breath get caught in his throat. “Princess… what are you doing?”

You ignore him, and push your ass into him a little firmer, hand gently rubbing his thigh. Immediately, he starts to get hard, which makes his face flushed and flustered.

“A-Angel…” He stammers a little.

“What? I’m not doing anything, babe.” You turn your head to half face him, batting your eyelashes and plastering on a naïve smile.

“Uh huh… sure…” He rolls his eyes, holding your hands in front of you. He kisses your cheek, then your neck ever so gently. “Watch it, princess…” He warns gently.

“Watch what, babe?” You kiss his ear softly before pressing your ass into his ever-hardening bulge firmly. You couldn’t help but let out a whimper feeling his throbbing bulge so close to your pussy.

Eddie shivers for a moment, pressing his hips into your ass harder too, wrapping his long arms around your waist. Two could play at this game. His cock was rock hard against you and pulsing.

You gently bounce on his bulge, thankful for the low light in the venue, pushing your ass out so that the denim clothed mound was barely rubbing against your clit. The idea of getting away with this, in a crowd of people was exhilarating.

“Such a bad girl. Doing this in front of all these people?” Eddie growled in your ear, lips moving up and down the space right in the hollow below your ear. He let go of your waist, rubbing both of your thighs up and down slowly. Cold rings felt like lightening on your skin. As he traced along the fishnets, you felt his cock twitch a few times against your ass. He groaned softly as he tugged your earlobe between his teeth.

Your hands found their way in his hair with ease, pulling his face closer to your neck. If others around you noticed what was going on, no one said anything. You closed your eyes softly, letting out a low moan that only Eddie could hear over the music as his cock bumped against your clit so perfectly.

Eddie started to roll his hips in half time with the music, dragging his cock against you slowly. God there were a lot of perks dating a guitar player. He placed wet, sloppy kisses against your neck, interchanging with sucking and biting. Pretty lilac marks burst from under your skin, painting your neck with gorgeous love bruises.

Your hands gripping Eddie’s hair tighter, desperately trying to hold on. You feel yourself starting to climax on Eddie’s dangerously slow movements. The lead singer hits a high note as your legs buckle beneath you, cumming hard. Your whole-body shivers as Eddie holds you tight.

“I got you, sweetheart.” He murmurs in your ear, biting the cartilage playfully. Eddie slides his fingers up a little higher up along your inner thighs, just under your skirt, arm still wrapped around your waist as your knees knock against each other, holding you tight against him.

“Mmmm…” Eddie hums into your ear.

You feel your pussy dripping into your panties. The hot imprints of Eddie’s fingertips burning against your skin. His lanky arm squeezes against you against his torso and slides two fingertips up and down the front of your panties in the same slow, steady rhythm.

You grip onto his forearm tightly as he holds you in place, unable to get away even if you wanted to. He presses in slightly, tracing your labia through your panties, just barely grazing your clit each time.

“Eddie…” You whine.

The metalhead tugs your earlobe again with his teeth, slipping his hand under the waistband of your panties. Your lips lock with his, kissing him hard. The music fading into the background as you feel his fingers on your cunt.

Calloused fingers rub your clit in tiny, slow circles. He kisses you back deeply, slipping his tongue between your lips. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth while your hand slid down the front of his pants, teasing his cock through his jeans. The touch made him growl and eyes darken.

“My naughty girl.” He groaned softly into your ear, the phrase filling you with pride.

“Should we go to the bathroom?” Looking back at him playfully. Eddie thinks for a few second, biting his bottom lip.

"Here, c'mere" grabbing your hand, weaving through the crowd toward the back exit. You giggle as he grabs your hand, pulling you through the sea of metalheads rocking out. He walks you two quickly out of the main room. He looks around quickly, opening a side door and leads you down a dim back hallway. He checks a few of the doors, finds one unlocked and ducks inside a dark room.

“C’mere.” He pulls you inside, making you laugh loudly. He shuts the door behind you, locking the deadbolt. There’s an old couch and a couple of chairs. The overhead light is off but a dim lamp on the end table is on. The turns to look at you, giving you a big shit-eating grin.

“Has someone done this before?” You muse, touching the arm of the couch, smirking at him.

“No baby, but I’ve hung out back here before smoking with some people.” Walking over to the couch, playfully falling back onto one side with his arms out along the back of it, smiling up at you. You roll your eyes and straddle your lover boy on the couch, giving him a soft kiss.

“Whatever you say, Munson.” Smirking before leaning down to kiss him again. He pushes you back a little, his hand to his heart.

“M’lady. You know I’d never lie to you.” He says with his dramatic D&D flair. The theatrics make you giggle. You lean down, giving his bottom lip a gentle, but playful bite. Eddie’s hips shove forward involuntarily as he moans into your mouth. Strong hands rub your thighs back and forth slowly. You in turn grind steadily along the length of him through his jeans. Eddie leans his head back for a moment, closing his eyes, hips immediately grinding into yours finding your rhythm.

“MMm fuck…” You groan softly, feeling his rough denim rub against your sensitive bud. Eddie’s hands slide up your shirt palming your waist, grinding into you harder.

“Mmm fuck is right, sweetheart…” His eyes glassing over, watching his hands grope you.

“You better watch out, or else I’ll cum on your jeans again.” You warn gently, biting your lip hard, eyes fluttering shut.

"Is that a threat?" Eddie groans, holding your hips, pulling you into his grind, squeezing your hips with each push forward. You let out a few high pitched moans as his hands grip onto you. Your hands on his chest, pushing your tits together, giving Eddie an eyeful.

“Please… please…” You whine softly, a knot building in the depths of your stomach.

“Please what, princess?” Eddie murmurs kissing your neck, biting harder than before, lingering in that one sweet spot under your ear. A loud high moan escapes your throat.

“Please can I cum on your jeans?” You pled, looking down at Eddie, eyes watering with want and desire.

“Mmm go right ahead sweetheart.” He kisses you again, tugging on your bottom lip, not letting go, working his hips hard and slow.

The wave of your orgasm breaks over you. You moan into his mouth as your clit throbs against the tent in his jeans. Legs trembling as you cum hard, leaving a little wet spot where your pussy meets the denim.

“God, fuck…” Eddie groans, his cock twitching against you a few times. “That’s my good girl.” He gradually let’s go of your hips, biting his bottom lip looking into your eyes.

He looked like an angel, his hair slightly frizzy and spread out along the back of the couch. The light from the side table illuminating him in the most perfect way. The halo around his head making him look god-like and divine.

Your panting slows as you press your forehead into his. You give him a soft kiss on the lips, then his cheek, then his neck. Eddie moans gently, tilting his head aside, his hips still subconsciously pushing forward and back ever so slightly. Each movement of his hips was like a shock of electricity, making you jolt.

He traces little swirls along your thighs gently. “You know what I wonder?”

“MMmmm, what Eds?” Whispering into his ear.

“I wonder what you taste like today.” Eddie’s voice was horse and thick with desire. He tucked back a few tendrils of your hair behind your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt along your neck and chest.

You gulp. “Do you?”

Eddie smiles and kisses your ear. “Gotta see if you’re sweeter than yesterday…” You whimper against his cheek, nodding. You loved that he ate you out every day for “research purposes”, as he liked to say.

Eddie runs his fingertips along the back of your neck and whispers even more quietly, "Are you gonna let me taste you, sweetheart?" He lightly flicks your earlobe back and forth with the tip his tongue. You nod, sliding to the side of him, letting your lover boy get on top of you.

He grins, and slips off the couch, pulling your legs so that you’re sitting on the couch. His knees on the floor, hands eagerly reaching up, tugging playfully at the hem of your skirt. Your skirt was already rumpled up on your hips from grinding against him. He spreads your legs open gently with his palms, licking his lips when he sees the wet patch from your orgasm in the crowd.

He licked his lips.

The action had you squirming against him. Warm hands hold your inner thighs open as his face moves closer to your crotch. Conveniently, you put your panties over your tights, which he smoothly slides down your thighs.

“You won’t be needing these now, will you?” Before you can grab them from him and put them in your purse, he pockets them in his back pocket, gently patting the pocket. He looks back up at you, eyes filled with lust and love.

“Don’t worry. They’re safe.” You smirk down at him, knowing better than that. You’ve lost another pair to his growing collection. His hands push your skirt up, giving him a full access. Hot palms, rub the tops of your thighs softly.

His eyes flit back to your now bare crotch, thumbs moving to gently rubbing the delicate skin of your inner thighs. In a flash, his teeth rip a hole in your fishnets, causing you to gasp loudly. Eddie sits back again, parting your thighs, and leans in, kissing back and forth between them. He gradually moved inward, each kiss a little longer than the last.

You feel your pussy already drooling. God, he was good at getting you worked up.

Eddie slides the tip of his tongue all the way up your inner right thigh, stopping just short of your pussy, then up your inner left thigh and along your labia, and over your clit very slowly, looking up at you. His chocolate brown eyes dilated, a man completely pussy drunk.

You whimper, looking down at him, holding the couch cushions, white knuckling them. Your nipples were rock hard, made harder from your slight shaking.

Eddie bites his lip in a smile, then nestles his face between your thick thighs. Inhaling your scent, he slides his tongue up your labia and over your clit again, and then again slower, and then just your clit, starting to settle into a slow swirl around it, making your legs twitch.

“Fuck! Oh GOD!” You yelp out, eyes rolling back, quickly putting your hand over your mouth, worried someone might hear you two.

Eddie wraps his arms around your thighs, hands on your hips, and nestles his face deeper into your thighs. Smirking as he wraps his lips softly and tightly around your clit, sucking on it very gently, starting to tap it very lightly with the tip of my tongue. He loved watching you squirm under him.

“Eds… ohfuck…” You shiver pushing your head back into the couch cushions, breath making your tits jiggle. You wanted to cum so badly, but knew he wouldn’t let you until he was good and ready.

"Mmmmm" Eddie hums low and quiet as he taps your clit more quickly, softly squeezing your thighs around his face. Gradually, he lets the quick little taps become quick little flicks up and down, sucking just a little harder, still gently.

You moan and writhe above him, pushing together your tits, letting your eyes roll back into your head as he eats you out so perfectly. Your hands run through his messy curly mop of a hair.

“Don’t stop… please don’t stop.” You pant.

Eddie starts to suck on your clit on and off in a slow, steady rhythm, still flicking up and down fast and light. Every so often it just barely grazes his teeth, which makes you jump. He squeezes your hips as you play with his hair. He keeps up the pace, gentle, steady, humming softly now and then. You buck your hips against his teeth, dying for more friction.

He sucks harder, letting his teeth graze your clit more often, humming louder without realizing it, his hips subconsciously rocking forward and back slightly, looking for pressure. After a moment, he eases off and looks up.

"Do you want a finger, sweetheart?" He asks, immediately burying his face between your thighs and sucking and flicking your clit as he waits for you to answer.

You nod quickly, whimpering at the thought of him inside you, even if it was just a finger. Your body betraying you slightly as your pussy drools onto the couch.

Eddie reaches between your thighs with one hand, very slowly sliding one finger into your pussy, letting it stay there for a moment as he starts to flick your clit side to side now, very quickly.

“OH GOD!” The sensation of his finger inside you causing you to scream.

Very slowly, Eddie slides his finger in and out of your pussy, sucking harder on your clit, flicking fast and light. Going steady, starting to slide his finger in and out a little faster, and a little faster, and a little faster, and suddenly plunging two fingers into your pussy, in and out faster.

“FUCK! OH!” You scream out loudly, not caring if anyone ears you. Gripping Eddie’s curls, you pull him up roughly to kiss you hard. The change of positions causes his fingers to hit your G-spot, making you moan loudly again.

Eddie kisses you hungrily, teeth knocking together once or twice, hips shoving forward into yours. Hard, metal rings add to the sensation.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum… oh god I’m gonna cum…” You whisper into his mouth, panting lowly, rocking your needy pussy into his fingers.

"Cum for me princess." Thrusting his fingers into you fast and hard, kissing you deeply, sucking on your tongue. Your eyes roll back as you gush on his fingers, pussy clenching hard around his digits.

"Yes, angel, yes…" Eddie praises you, biting your neck hard, pounding his fingers into you, shivering from his own arousal. Still shaking, you lean up and grasp at the zipper of his jeans. There was a small wet spot from where his precum seeped through.

“Whoa-sweetheart! Give yourself a second…” He pants as you slide his pants down his thighs, exposing his rock-hard cock.

You shake your head, a woman possessed. “Need you-n-now…” You yank at his hips, pulling him on top of you. He gulps hard, looking into your cock hungry eyes.

With no protesting from Eddie, he enthusiastically kisses your puffy bitten lips, lining himself with you. Eagerly, he slides into you, hitting your G-spot immediately. You can feel the vibrations of the music outside the door on your back, overstimulating your body.

A low, animalistic moan releases from his throat as he cages in you in, pressing his body on top of your, rutting into your wet, pretty pussy. His pubic hair brushed against your clit, causing your eyes to roll back again and your fingernails dig into the exposed skin where his t-shirt rolled up.

“Princess, I’m not- not gonna be able- to-” He grunts into the messiness of your hair. You knew he was dangerously close. His body trembling against yours. God, you were right there too.

“Eds-I’m-” You strain the last word as your climax crashes into you like a mac truck. You yelp out loudly, squirting on the two of you. Eddie thrusts into you one, two more times, and cums hard, filling you up with hot, white ropes. The sounds of your moans mix with the music, filling the room.

Eddie chuckles a little bit in your ear. “Sweetheart, that was so… metal…” He pushes up and looks into your eyes, a wide grin taking up the lower half of your face. “Can we do that again?”

“Now?!” You eyes widen, laughing lightly.

“Well not now.” He kisses your cheek tenderly. “Show’s almost over. But sometime… maybe at The Hideout?”

You snort a laugh, pecking his lips. “We’ll see.” Eddie grins wider again, grunting playfully while getting off you. He quickly slides his pants back up from around his ankles, wincing as he tucks his sensitive cock back in his jeans. Holding out a hand to you, he helps you off the couch.

“My princess.” He bows to you, theatrically. You giggle softly, as his gentle hands help smooth out your skirt. You hold out your hand for your panties back, which Eddie shakes his head to.

“No no. Safe, remember?” He pats his back pocket, giving you a crooked smile.

“But Eds-” You start to protest but your protestations are cut off by his lips pressing into yours.

“Plus, I like the idea of us dripping down your leg while we watch the rest of the show.” He says devilishly, nipping at your cheek playfully, hand cupping the crease of your ass. Spanking it gently, before lacing his fingers in yours.

His free hand unlocks the door, poking his head out, looking both directions to check if the coast is clear. Once he’s confident you haven’t been caught, he tickles your side lightly, making you jump, laughing. He roughly kisses your cheek, nuzzling into your neck.

“Comeon, sweetheart. Let’s finish the show so I can take you home and do that all over again.”

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