#eddie blurbs

[headkiss]

Hi!! could I request a story with Eddie where he goes to the drama room at school to set up for a Hellfire campaign, but finds a girl!reader in the drama room crying? And he gets all protective cause he recognizes her (the shy girl in his classes!), major fluff lol❤️

hi lovely!!! i hope u like it tysm for requesting :D | 0.6k fluff and a pinch of hurt/comfort

Eddie’s always buzzing to set up for Hellfire.

It’s funny, the only part of school he enjoys is the room that allows him to hold his campaigns, to be around the only people he feels somewhat normal around. His hands are full with his notebooks and supplies as he makes his way down the halls.

You were hiding in the first room you passed, your watery eyes blurring your vision. The last thing you wanted was for people to see you cry, to let them win. It was a stupid little comment after all, but it hit you the way they wanted; where it hurt.

The twist of the doorknob has you hastily wiping at your cheeks and eyes to try and lessen the traces of your tears. You shake your hands, breathe deep, and try to make it seem like you were okay.

Eddie’s shocked to see you when he walks in. He’s even more shocked to notice that you’ve been crying.

He doesn’t know you well, but he knows that you’re one of the only people outside of his friends who’s been kind to him, and that you’re quiet with most people. He sets his stuff down quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Is the first thing he says.

“Nothing,” you stand, ready to make your escape. “I’m fine, really.”

He catches you on your way out, blocking your path. Eddie has never really been one to get in people’s business, let alone care about it, but for some reason, he cares about this. He cares about whatever’s making someone as sweet as you cry.

“Woah, stop. I can tell you’re not,” he softens his voice for the next bit, “you’ve been crying.”

“It’s dumb.”

“It’s not if it’s making you upset. Come on, I’ve got time before Hellfire starts.”

“I really don’t want to bother you with it, Eddie.”

He leans on the table, making himself comfortable.

“You’re no bother, babe.”

You’ve never been inclined to talk to people, never wanted to share too much or speak for long, but Eddie makes you feel comfortable somehow. This boy, who you only know from a few classes, is easier to talk to than most people you know.

What’s up with that?

“Just some girls like to say stuff to me,” you shrug it off.

“That’s not dumb at all. You don’t deserve that, nobody does,” especially not you, he thinks. “Want me to go tell ‘em off?”

“Don’t do that.”

“I will, seriously,” he moves towards the door, but you stop him with two hands on his chest.

“I appreciate the thought, Eddie, but it’s fine, really. I’m used to it.”

“Nobody should be used to this stuff.”

“You are, too. I know how people treat you.”

“This isn’t about me, okay? Listen, you’re nice, and pretty, and the people that bug you are idiots. Complete idiots, because who picks on the shy people, huh? Only idiots, I think.”

You don’t know why his reassurance and comfort brings tears to your eyes all over again, but it does. He’s not at all what everyone says he is and it’s never been clearer.

He notices the shine of tears in your waterline, “aw, hey, I didn’t say all that to make you cry again. C’mere.”

He wraps you in a hug before you can even process it. His arms wrap around your shoulders, yours eventually go around his middle. He hugs you until you calm down again, and even then, you don’t feel ready to let go.

“Ever played D&D?” He asks.

You shake your head.

“Wanna stick around and learn?”

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[dudeitiskarev]

PARADISE | EDDIE MUNSON (18+)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Summary: Eddie’s first time getting a blowjob.

content/warnings: this is short and just sexy sexy smut. no plot. reader has hair and is long enough to put in a ponytail. 

I’ve had this in my drafts for soooo long hoping it’d turn into a longer fic with some plot but why should it? So I’m posting it as it is. enjoy!

Eddie’s hands are sweating. How could they not if you’re kneeling in front of him — just so pretty and eager — ready to give him his very first blowjob?

You tell him how your mouth is watering as you palm the outline of his cock over his jeans with confident and delicate hands. It only makes his balls draw up — so damn tight.

Eddie huffs out a nervous laugh. That’s all he manages to give you. 

At this point you probably know how he’s never been in this situation, but you don’t make it obvious and continue taking charge, telling him sit back and relax as you quickly put your hair up in a cute ponytail. You don’t break the eye contact as you do so which is both comforting and intimidating. In the best way.

This has been part of his many fantasies since he first met you. He wasn’t proud of those thoughts, but that didn’t matter anymore.

Eddie takes his shirt off and you immediately lean forward to kiss his tummy. His cock twitches inside his boxers. You clearly knew what you were doing; how to seduce him even more. Those lips of yours make a lovely sound against his skin. It makes Eddie smile with pure bliss. Calms down his thoughts, too.

You want to be there probably as much as him and let him know with every part of your body.  Your hands are skilled to undo his pants and he’s clumsy to help you get rid of them. 

I wanna see you, too, he tells you. Begs you. 

You unclasp you bra and let the straps slid down your arms. The sight takes his breath away. 

So pretty, he says. 

You smile at him as a response and hold his erection against your palm, placing soft pecks over the underside of his cock. You’re gentle with it. Loving. Tender. A little desperate, too. You moan to yourself and timidly kiss his soft skin with tongue. You caress his shaft with the tip of your nose and keep sprinkling kisses that gain more intensity each time while you play with his balls with the other hand. You bounce them gently. He likes that. 

Eddie leans back and relax to enjoy you. Your lips wrap around the tip of his cock. Fuck. They’re velvety soft. Warm. He tells you how fucking good you feel while bucking his hips upward like a fool. You take him deeper, loud, making the sweetest sounds that begin to drive him crazy. 

 He curses out-loud, over and over and shuts his eyes and frowns with unbearable pleasure. It’s a lot to process and keeps cursing under his breath. You smile around his cock and look up at him through glittering eyes and fluttering lashes. You challenge yourself and take him until your nose bumps against his short curls and begin to bob your head up and down. 

The motion is exquisite. All of you. 

He gains confidence and grips your ponytail, following your up and down motion. 

Shit.

Fuck.

You pull back and ask him if he want to finish in your mouth or somewhere else. 

Wherever you want me to, he manages to say. 

All you do is stand up and straddle him, guiding his erection at your entrance and slowly — so damn slowly — sit on it. You’re so fucking wet, so soft, so so warm. 

Inside me, you whisper in his ear and begin to rock your hips until he’s a quivering mess under you. 

Your moans skyrocket his pleasure and sooner than later he’s meeting your thrusts with his hips and hugging you tight as he releases his cum inside you as you asked. Moaning and grunting and groaning deep. His cock twitches and you capture his mouth into a needy kiss and don’t let go until he spills the very last drop.

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[trashmouth-richie]

lie to me: part two

lie to me << the first part

lovesick! eddie x fem reader

1k

tw: 18+ mentions of sex, angst, fuck girl reader caught in her feels

summary: the story of how you fell for the guy you were fucking casually, and how it tore you apart to pretend you didn’t.

Three months. You told yourself that it was just sex. But that was another lie. 

In his van, your car, your apartment, the dock on Lover’s Lake, Rick’s house when Eddie house sat for him, his trailer— even in the baseball dugouts back at Hawkins High: you were inseparable. 

Friends with benefits, only you weren’t really friends to begin with. but ohhh baby…the benefits with Eddie were good. 

You weren’t looking for love and neither was he. It was straightforward. A deal made on shook hands and sealed with a first kiss. One neither of you forgot. 

Three months was all it took for you to fall for him. For you to get butterflies when he called you sweetheart, baby, angel. For you to claim he hung the stars that you were destined to meet. 

Ninety days. 

You remember the exact moment. The way your heart skipped, palpitating out of rhythm. It felt like the wind was punched out of your guts, laid across a train track to be squished. 

It was an ordinary night, middle of the week. He called but you were huddled into a ball on your bed, cramped and sad explaining you couldn’t, the pain you were in was too damn much. 

He understood. Never pouted, never begged. Thirty minutes passed and a knock sounded at the door. It was him. 

Carrying two bags. Candies, chocolates, a bottle of vanilla lotion in the other—Steel Magnolias, Overboard, St. Elmo’s Fire. 

He wore a lopsided grin, casual, nonchalant like it was normal to show up at your door like this. Fuck he looked good in blue. 

He cried when Shelby died. Laughed when Goldie Hawn said she was “a short, fat, slut.” And told you how much he hated Emilio Estevez but that he’d watch it for you. 

He held you in his arms with you in front of him, whispering in your ear apologizing if he fell asleep, work had been busy this past week— but he could go home whenever you wanted him to leave. 

Eddie did fall asleep. His dark unruly hair cascaded across the soft cotton pattern on your pillows. His shirt rode up from his position of snuggling into your bed. 

And you knew. 

Knew you felt more for him than you originally intended. That he was too sweet, and he deserved better than you. You cried into your pillow. Silent tears carving a path down your cheeks. Tears for the boy you had to let go. 

Your calls became scarce. Finding your way beneath unfamiliar sheets, kissing lips that weren’t his. Hands held your body that you couldn’t even pretend belonged to him. 

Steve was nice, smelled like expensive department stores and fresh wads of cash. But he wasn’t Eddie. Jonathan was eager, certain to follow you around, but too— wasn’t Eddie. 

Eddie. Eddie. Eddie. 

Your heart jumped when you saw him, eyes eased into a crinkled little smile. The distance you drove between you both hurt him just as much as it was killing you. But you didn’t have a choice. 

Drive homes from Steve’s were spent wiping tears away, hating yourself for what you were doing to Eddie. He knew there was others, but he never said anything, and you silently hoped he would so you could explain, profess your love for him… but he beat you to it, and you were stunned. 

-

He woke to a strange noise: a soft whimper. Your under eyes wet, as if you had been crying, but you were sound asleep. Eddie never wanted to let you go, but he knew you did this for him, because he had begged you too. 

Before you could wake and look at him as if he were the worst person alive, he left. Whispering a goodbye at your door frame, tears clinging to his lashes.

“I’ll love you, always.” 

-

Days turned to weeks, weeks faded to months. He went on a few dates with some really nice girls, but he somehow managed to screw it up— calling them by your name by accident. Talking about you to them, and even driving past your apartment once before dropping them off. 

He was sleeping now, not drowning himself in whiskey or making drunken phone calls to Jeff blubbering about how he missed you. 

Spring brought forth beauty he wasn’t sure he’d see again after crawling out of the dark hole he was in. Pink flowers blossomed on trees, lavender dipped lilacs perfumed the parking lot behind the shop where he was taking his lunch break. 

He decides against a cigarette, opting to chew a piece of gum instead, laying on his back on the rotted picnic table, taking in the gentle breeze. 

The bell above the door jingles loud enough for it to reach the back through the quiet of the slow day. He sighs, jumping up and jogging across the gravel.  

Reaching the front counter he doesn’t look up, knowing Todd was coming in to pick up his Chevy. 

“Let me get the keys and I’ll write out your invoice.” 

The voice that answered him didn’t belong to Todd or a man at all. It was angelic, one he hadn’t heard in a while. 

“Birdie told me you were workin’ today.” 

Stomach lurching, sweet crawls on the back of his neck, cheeks warm to the touch. 

Nobody ever in the history of time had given Wayne Munson a nickname that he allowed to be called by. Expect you. 

He spins slowly. Boot squeaking on the tiled floor. And there you are. Standing by the glass door. 

The sun is at your back, catching your curves in a golden halo-esque type of glow. A smile dipped with sugar was printed on your lips. Same as every time before— like no time had passed. Looking at him like he put the stars in orbit, and named them after you. 

Time may have passed but the dormant butterflies in his belly emerged from a bear-like hibernation— fluttering wildly for you. 

When he finally speaks your name it’s with a trained calm, the locked box on his heart rattles with hope, the key held in the palm of your hand.

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[sunshinesteviee]

Hi Emma! For your Valentines Day Sleepover could you please do a blurb for dad!Eddie using dialogue prompt 11 ("Where is [child's name]?" "I thought you had them!") from list one please? I’m a sucker for dad!Eddie and absolutely adore your writing 🥺

eeek dad!eddie owns my whole entire heart!! this is entirely fluff bc my heart couldn't handle otherwise. wc: 992; mom!reader

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“Princess! Where are you?” Eddie called out as he rifled through his daughter’s clothes for some clean pajamas. His question was met with silence, causing him to groan; he’d have to go find her, and he knew she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. 

As much as Eddie hated to admit it, Maeve took after him in many ways — particularly when it came to causing mischief. Wayne liked to remind Eddie of that any chance he got, always muttering something about ‘a taste of his own medicine’ that always had Eddie rolling his eyes. Still, it was true, especially when it came to bedtime for Maeve recently. You’d had to get creative to get her into bed, usually involving one of you to distract her while the other got everything ready. It usually worked, but sometimes didn’t exactly go as planned. 

Tossing the toddler-sized pajamas onto Maeve’s bed, Eddie ventured out of her room to find her, and called for her again, “Maevey!”

Though he had expected to find Maeve curled up in your lap, maybe reading a book with you, he found you sitting by yourself instead. Your head shot up at the sound of your husband’s footsteps entering the room, a smile immediately tugging at your lips as you spoke up, “Hi, handsome. Where’s Maeve? She still getting her pajamas on?”

Eddie stopped in his tracks, confusion creasing his eyebrows, “I thought she was with you?”

“No…” you trailed off, shaking your head quickly. You’d been under the assumption that Maeve was already getting ready for bed with Eddie. 

You and Eddie both sighed at the same time, knowing that she was likely hiding in one of the other rooms in your house. Eddie held his hand out to you to pull you off of the couch, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you stood up, “I’ll check our bedroom, you check the kitchen?” 

“‘Kay,” you nodded, returning the favor as you pressed a quick peck to his lips. 

This wasn’t the first time this had happened — and likely wouldn’t be the last — so Eddie had an idea of where his daughter would be. He jogged back down the hall and pushed open the door to your shared bedroom. The room was dark, but he still called her name loudly, adding a dramatic voice to hopefully make her laugh, “Maevey, are you in here, princess?”

Sure enough, a quiet giggle came from a different room down the hall. It was barely audible, but it was also one of Eddie’s favorite sounds in the world, and he’d know it anywhere. Turning on his heel, he quickly exited his bedroom and headed down the hall to the extra room they had. It wasn’t quite a storage room, nor was it really a playroom for Maeve — it was somewhere in between, sometimes also serving as an office for you, or a place for Eddie to play his guitar. In fact, that was usually what Maeve came in here for; she loved Eddie’s guitar, loved to listen to him play it, and wanted desperately to have a real guitar of her own to be just like her dad. 

Pushing the door to the room open quietly, Eddie stuck his head in and found Maeve sitting on the floor, her tiny toy guitar in her lap. He watched her silently for a few moments, a smile slowly growing on his face as she haphazardly plucked at the strings. Maybe it was just his biased opinion as her dad, but Eddie knew she’d go places with music someday if she wanted. His heart was going to burst if he thought about it much longer, so instead, he burst into the room, “Found you, you troublemaker!”

Maeve let out a yelp that quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles as Eddie grabbed at her, tickling her sides even as she tried to squirm away from him, “Daddy! Stop! No tickles!”   

“Girls who hide when they’re supposed to be getting their jammies on get tickles!” Eddie replied with a grin, pulling her into his lap.

Between shrieks of laughter, Maeve mumbled out a breathless apology and added, “I jus’ wanted to play my ‘tar!” 

Eddie paused his assault of tickles, his heart squeezing in his chest as he maneuvered her to face him, “I heard you playing, baby, you were doin’ so good. Even better than me!” Going shy from the compliments, Maeve pushed her face into Eddie’s shirt, giggling softly. Fingers raking through her long, messy curls, Eddie planted a kiss to her cheek and added, “You can play some more after you get your jammies on, okay?” 

“‘Kay,” she nodded easily, scrambling again in an attempt to get out of Eddie’s lap and make her way back to her own room, leaving Eddie struggling to get up to follow. 

By the time Eddie made it to her room, you were kneeling on the floor next to your daughter, already helping her change into her pajamas. Another way she was just like Eddie — easily motivated with incentives. Maeve had stopped whatever she was rambling on about as she caught sight of Eddie in the doorway, and your eyes snapped to him, shaking your head slightly with a smile as you tugged Maeve’s shirt into place. 

Maeve was giving him a shy smile, one that reminded him so much of you, especially when you’d just started dating. When she didn’t say anything, you gave her a little nudge, “Ask him, lovey.” 

“Daddy… you play ‘tar for me? ‘Stead of a book?” 

Eddie was sure that his daughter was going to be the death of him, especially if his heart was expanding with every single thing she said. Stepping into the room, Eddie scooped Maeve up into his arms, smacking another sloppy kiss to her forehead, “Let’s do both, yeah? Princess Mae gets one book, and whatever song her heart desires.” 

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[sadboyeddie]

Can you do a blurb about Eddie's tummy? Sweet boy has the cutest little soft tummy ever and it needs some love :"^)

Yes of course! Eddie’s tummy is the perfect canvas for hickeys | 18+ only | I’m not sure if this was what you were wanting. It kinda got away from me there lmao

Before you came along Eddie was never truly happy with his appearance. He felt too skinny, too soft, too pale, too lanky, too lean, especially when half the jocks around school would find any reason to shed their shirts and flaunt their muscles.

But then along came you. His angel. His ray of sunshine. His happiness in human form.

When you were first intimate he was nervous to remove his shirt, not wanting to see the disappointment or even disgust grace your features, but when he tossed the item of clothing to the side and chanced a peak all he saw was adoration laced with lust. He woke up the next morning with hickeys around his belly button and across his hips. Since then he’s started to see his stomach in a new light.

You were obsessed with his tummy and he had no idea why but he couldn’t find it in him to care. You’d always find ways to touch it even outside the bedroom, often walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, your hands slipping beneath the material to lightly scratch his soft tummy, fingers tracing his happy trail making him shudder in your hold.

He noticed that whenever he said something negative about he appearance you’d spent extra time peppering kissing to area, so even though he knew it wasn’t healthy he’d always whine about his tummy because he loved the affection you gave him.

After a while he came to love his tummy. Sure it was more soft and squishy then toned and defined but if you loved it enough that you literally straddled his tummy one night and used it as means of achieving your own pleasure then he could love it too.

After the events of the Upside Down all of Eddie’s progress with his appearance flew out the window, it took him months to let you see him with his shirt off even after he was healed. The few times you were intimate he left his shirt on and usually picked a position where there was very little touching, you having suffered from similar insecurities at one point or another knew the best thing wasn’t to push but to reassure him that you love him not matter what.

It was purely by accident the first time you saw him shirtless, he was getting changed and you walked in without knocking, something you often did because it was common practice, unfortunately this caused Eddie to scream at you to get out before he felt tears stinging his eyes. You had never felt so guilty.

He apologised profusely that night as he allowed you to hold him in bed (practically crawling into your arms and letting out all the built up emotions), you allowed him to cry and vent while letting him know that his reaction and feelings were valid and that it wasn’t his fault and he needn’t apologise. It was a rough night but it was a breakthrough.

After that night Eddie starting getting changed in front of you again, then after a while when he saw there was no disgust evident on your face he start to leave his shirt off for longer periods of time.

The scars covering his torso were red and raised, they looked tender and it broke your heart to see how negatively they affected your boyfriend. You never looked at Eddie with pity purely because you didn’t pity him. He was a hero in your eyes, he sacrificed himself to save Dustin and help the others, sure you’re a little mad at his decision but you don’t pity his appearance.

It took some weeks before he was comfortable with you touching his stomach but finally after a year of two steps forward one step back it seems he was almost back to his normal self then he has been in a while.

Once you were finally able to worship his tummy, the majority still soft and squishy, you left hickeys and teeth marks all over the skin while delicately tracing the scars with your tongue. It had taken a while for Eddie to appreciate his appearance but it was worth every second of reaffirming him.

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Sweet Like Chocolate (Venom Drabble)

Eddie/Venom x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Venom's enjoys it when you're his host.

CW: fluff, making fun of Eddie

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WE ARE NOT A BABY.

You tut and continue about making Venom’s tater tots. It hadn’t really been a genuine thought. It’s just that when you and Eddie trade Venom between you like parents trading a toddler for alone time, it kind of felt that way at times. Not that you were complaining, of course. Any time with Venom piggybacking in your head was time well spent in your own personal opinion. 

It was just a shame that you weren’t a better match. Then he could come around with you more often. But no, that was Eddie’s responsibility, it would seem. 

“I know, V- you know how human brains work. Thoughts just pop in unannounced.” 

I WILL ALLOW IT.

 

You chuckle and pour yourself a glass of wine. A tendril of Venom’s form spreads from your back to put the wine bottle away for you, and you thank him kindly. Checking the timer on the tots, you frown. They were going to be at least another fifteen minutes. 

“What do you want to do tonight, V?” You ask, plopping down on the lounge chair and taking a sip. 

WE WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU. 

You smile softly, and Venom chuckles in your brain in response. That took some getting used to, actually, hearing someone laugh in your mind. But like all things, you acclimated. 

“We’re doing that, buddy,” you reply. 

YOU ARE FAR NICER THAN EDDIE. EDDIE IS MEAN. 

You take another swig of your wine and flick the TV on quietly, flipping through to get to Venom’s favourite channel. 

“How do you mean? Eddie’s a sweetie deep down,” you respond, finally finding the channel and putting the subtitles on for yourself. Eddie was always a sweetie. It was just that he was a bit gruff. Venom grunts. 

EDDIE’S AN ASSHOLE. 

You hear the bathroom door creak open and turn around, seeing Venom’s tendril rooting around in there for something. You don’t question it further than that, knowing that whatever he’s looking for will be found. 

You’re proven correct when the tendril returns with your hairbrush. You dutifully fluff your hair out from the neck of your cardigan for Venom, who hums appreciatively and begins to brush at your hair. 

It’s something he likes to do for you. You’re not sure whether it’s because he enjoys the sensation himself, or whether it’s something he does for you. It could be both, all things considered. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lose yourself in the motions for a few minutes. 

“He can be an ass,” you finally acquiesce. “But he means well.” 

Venom’s head materialises from over your shoulder and faces you. His tendril pauses its ministrations in your hair for a moment, and he appears thoughtful. 

“I suppose,” Venom replies. “We prefer you. Prettier host.” 

You flush pink and brush a hand over Venom’s cheek. Or what would be his cheek, you supposed? 

“You’re a sweet thing, V.” 

Venom nods, ripples of his skin flowing over his form. 

“Like chocolate, yes?” 

You laugh and make to get up when the timer for the tater tots goes off. 

“Like chocolate.”

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[usedtobecooler]

eddie ‘monstercock’ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.

tw: sexual content 18+ minors dni, size kink, oral m receiving, piv sex, praise kink, dirty talk, general debauchery. for my love @raccoonboywrites

and, listen, you’re not a size queen at all. don’t care much for how big or small a cock is so long as whoever it’s attached to knows how to use it. but you gasp out loud once you get your fingers dig under eddie’s waistband, pulling the offending material down to let his length spring out.

it’s enough to shock you back into the room, watching as the thick weight of it slaps against eddie’s tummy, the way it curves into his navel. he’s wet, leaking at the head and matting down the pretty swirls of black hair that lead a trail down, down, down.

he’s rumpled against your bed frame, slumped down with his shirt rucked up his tummy. the prettiest pink flush spreading across his cheeks, tinging his ears and dipping as low as his collar. you’re willing to bet his chest is blotched with the lovely rosy colour, too. he grips aimlessly at your comforter, wide eyes watching your every move; tracing every hitch of your breath.

you wrap your hand around the base — purposely ignoring the pathetic little whine eddie makes, because jesus now isn’t the time to think too much about that — and you moan despite yourself when your hand doesn’t even wrap fully around the girth of it, dwarfing your fingers and palm.

“you— you’re so big, oh my god,” your voice catches at the end, desperate and dampened by your own desire for it. you lean forward, hot breath ghosting over him, tugging his foreskin back just enough for the head to pop out, shiny and reddening with need, “you could’ve at least warned me you were packing a python down there, fuck.”

“oh shit, really? i thought it was aver— holy fuck, you don’t have to—“ he’s bug eyed, eyebrows shooting under his fringe as you mouth at the head, determined and eager to get a taste of him. uncut, heavy on your tongue, the heady splash of precum blurting out to coat your tastebuds.

eddie’s knees kick up a little as you mouth greedily at his tip, pointing your tongue to run in circles around the glans on the underside. you smirk despite yourself, getting a kick out of it when eddie goes a little cross eyed, burying a ringed hand into your hair.

you indulge yourself, feeling the weight of him in your mouth as you sink lower, just far back enough as to not trigger your gag reflex. your lips wrapping around his hot flesh, suckling softly, reveling in each blurt of pearlescent release that drips onto your tongue.

“baby, sweetheart — fuck,” eddie gasps, breath shuddery, lightly pulling at your tresses to test the water. his mouth falling open into a quiet moan when your eyes flutter at the feeling, “y’can- y’can take more, right? s’not… s’not that big.”

your jaw cracks under what of him you’ve fit in, which truthfully isn’t much. despite your efforts, there’s still a good three inches of eddie’s cock left untouched by hand or mouth, and you really have to wonder if he’s that clueless of his size. you pull off with a wet pop, strings of saliva keeping you connected to him as you stare up with wet orbs.

“eddie, you’re huge.” your voice is wrecked, butterflies swirling in your tummy as you make eye contact with him once again. you flush under his debauched gaze, "i— shit. nobody's ever told you before?"

eddie shrugs, considers for a moment. you don't think he's aware of the fact he's holding you in place with his hand, gripping your hair just enough to keep you still, hovering over his dick just close enough that if he wanted to, he could push you back down, get your mouth back on him.

though, that’s clearly not what he wants. because, he’s slipping the hand from your hair, doing this kind of awkward dance as he lays you out where he wants you.

you end up on your back, thighs spread wide as eddie slots between them, mouthing hotly at your neck. his fingers graze along your flushed skin, dance on your hipbone, across your pelvis. dips those godforsaken fingers into your panties, carelessly fumbling over your sopping wet pussy.

“this is okay, right?”

“it’s all okay, eddie. anything you want.”

"not— not even touched you yet and you're already this wet?" eddie's voice is a low timbre against your skin, has you arching up into his touch with a soft little moan. he sounds shocked, no heat or teasing in his words.

"can't help it," you gasp, exhaling shakily when eddie swipes two fingers over your clit deftly, unable to hide his smile at how receptive you are, "feeling the size of you in my hand — my mouth, god. would've let you choke me with it, would've thanked you."

eddie buries his face into your cleavage, poorly concealing a choked whine. he's skillful with his fingers, working you over fast despite how much your words are clearly affecting him.

your hips rock in short little circles, fingers sinking into eddie's hair, tugging lightly at the nape of his neck. you whine, body set alight with the feeling of calloused fingers grazing the small bundle of nerves.

he's biting you, brandishing you with little blooming bruises, and with the noise he makes against your damp skin you'd think it was him getting touched like this, him hurtling towards the edge.

you're so wet that the slick noises of eddie's fingers on your pussy are deafening in your ears, causing your back to prickle with heat, tummy winding tight.

the hot, heavy flesh of his cock presses against your inner thigh, shocking loud moans from you both at the same time. you arch up into his touch, ears ringing as pleasure takes over your body.

"i— you're making me cum," you gasp breathily, a static feeling warming your body, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you grapple for eddie's hair once more, tugging with a ferocity as your release washes over you.

it's. something. you feel like you're fucking floating, and eddie keeps swirling his fingers perfectly, whispering little shocked praises and keening into your rough pulling as he wrings you out.

once eddie's sure you're done with the aftershocks of your orgasm, he hazards pushing two fingers into your soaked cunt, and you're practically shooting away with overstimulation. crying out, somehow swivelling your hips and pushing down onto his fingers further once the shock wears off.

"you're a shit," you gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, "god, might've known your dick was gonna be big, fuckin' size of your fingers."

"was— was that good for you? can i, shit can i?" eddie's desperate, rutting the thick outline of his cock against your thigh. he's never stopped fucking leaking, soaking your leg in milky precum and allowing the slip and slide to feel good.

you nod, shaky hands tilting his head up so you can finally, finally, get your mouth on his. eddie's whole body presses flush against yours, his hand coming out to stabilise himself so he doesn't crush you, and fuck.

it's so charged, like he can't stilt his emotions as he snakes his tongue into your mouth, lapping at your own wetly. it's probably disgusting, doesn't feel like it though — you'd swallow his spit happily, whenever he wanted, if it meant he kept making you feel like this.

eddie's shaky hand fumbles for the base of his cock as you continue kissing, positioning himself so that he's nestled prettily between your legs. the kisses turn languid, and he almost sounds pained when he next speaks, "s-sorry. if it, if it hurts."

"let it hurt, i want it to," your demeanor falters a little, turning doe eyed and pleading as eddie slides the ruddy head of his cock up and down the seam of your cunt, flirts with the idea of pushing the tip in just to watch you gasp and keen.

"would never," eddie promises, finally — fucking, finally — pushing the first few inches into the sopping wet heat of your pussy. he cries out when you clench around him unwittingly, and you mumble out a small sorry as you adjust.

it's. not good. it's not bad, either, but fuck. you feel like you're being split from the inside, the thick tip pushing you wider than you anticipated. your fingers grapple for eddie's biceps, nails digging in tightly, "so fucking big, oh my god, you're gonna split me in half."

you're breathless and eddie catches on, panics a little, "you're okay? you're okay, right? i can sto—"

"if you stop, i swear to god," you seethe, looking at eddie with a fierce spark in your eyes, "keep going. fuck. keep going."

before long and with a little bit of resistance, eddie's buried deep inside of you. your bodies roll against one anothers, shallow, slow breaths

it starts slow, the catch and drag of eddie's cock shocking you both into silence. but, before long, your pussy catches up with the programme, gushing wet and allowing eddie to push in further with each thrust.

it's intimate, erotic.

"you're so tight," eddie all-out whimpers, head falling and shoulders shaking as he fucks you at a lazy pace, clearly trying his best to hold out for as long as he can.

"fuck, you’re so gentle,” you try, knees squeezing eddie’s narrow waist, thighs encapsulating him, “you can go quicker. not gonna break me.”

eddie shakes his head, almost like he’s bewildered. looks at you all fucking soft, clearly can’t help the rut of his hips as he buries in deep, biting his inner lips to muffle his noises.

you grasp a hold of eddie's hand with nimble fingers, guide his hand over the softness of your tummy, let him push down where his cock is buried deep inside of you. his whole body shudders, and you can feel where he kicks up.

"practically in my guts," you wheeze, unable to shake the full feeling despite how your pussy gushes for him, so full you swear you feel him in your throat with every deep thrust he can muster, "you're s-so big, eddie."

"oh— jesus, can't do shit like that. can't say shit like that," eddie grunts desperately, rutting into you and gripping for your waist tightly, other hand still pushed down on the pudge of your belly, "gonna make me cum so, so quick."

"can feel every ridge of you, you're splitting me apart," you keen, "i can't— god, you've ruined me f-for anyone else. yours, yours, m'yours."

eddie's forehead slumps against your own, and you're panting into each others mouths more than anything else, lips barely brushing, "mine, you're mine." he agrees, though he sounds pained and submissive as he says it.

your hand snakes around eddie's neck, holding him in place as he fucks you so desperately, so rough you're rattling the stupid bedframe, and you don't think you've ever felt anything like this before. it's all-consuming, the tug between sore and soul-crushingly sensual.

your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, the constant press against your spot causing a quicker build up than you could've anticipated. you both make eye contact as you come with a muted gasp, nails scraping harshly at the soft skin on eddie's neck as you rock it out.

"didn't think you could get any tighter, god," eddie whimpers, eyes squeezing shut, finger-shaped bruises sure to be left on your hips as he fucks you in some sort of reckless abandon, "fuck, i'm so close. i'm so sorry, fuck, fuck."

you nod, understanding, the wet clap of skin on skin deafening as your release allows an even smoother glide. he's fucking ethereal above you, covered in a light sheen of sweat, mouth open in a constant stream of steady moans.

you reach between where both of your bodies meet, where the final few inches don't quite fit, spreading your fingers either side of his cock to allow friction as he fucks in and out rapidly, chasing his high.

eddie looks at you with a wild expression, eyebrows shooting up into his fringe. he grunts like a fucking animal, eyes drifting down to where your hand is, "you— you— i'm cumming, holy fuck—!"

he's loud when he comes, full body wracked with it. you feel his cock pulse and kick inside of you, painting your insides deep. the moan you let out at the feeling is hardly voluntary, so pathetic you flush hot when you realise just how loud you are.

"thank you, thank you," eddie's mumbling against your skin, kissing the side of your neck softly as he comes down, "god, you're perfect. so perfect."

you shudder, overcome with this sappy fucking fond feeling, allowing eddie to collapse on top of you once he's done. it's soft, domestic, even.

you both end up in some sort of gross, body fluid covered cuddle as you calm down. blissed out in the post-orgasmic haze, and fuck.

maybe you're in love with him.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #eddie munson drabble #my fanfic #mine #x reader

[voyeurmunson]

Drunk Dial: Eddie Munson blurb

18+ Minors DNI

"I just wanted to tell you something, as a friend." Eddie goes on. You've been on the phone for 15 minutes now. You can tell he's had one too many beers. His words running together a bit, his voice a little louder than usual.

"Of course." you tease, a giggle falling from your lips. You had just finished a joint when your phone rang, Eddie insisting he had something important to tell you.

"Your body is bangin.”

"Bangin' huh?" you giggle, your cheeks reddening immediately, grateful that he wasn't standing in front of you.

"Listen.. even friends can appreciate their friends uh-parts." he slurs, a little giggle slipping his lips.

"That skirt the other day, baby. Fuuuck." He groans dramatically. "Your ass.. your fucking curves."

"Eddie." you whisper, barely able to speak as compliments continue pouring from his lips. This wasn't the first time Eddie had said something like this but he wasn't usually so blunt.

"Shhh! I'm just trying to tell you." he chuckles again, "I would have bent you over right then and there if you woulda let me." his playful tone darkens in an instant.

"I-" Suddenly you wished he was standing in front of you.

"Mmm.. I can picture it now." he hums. "Pushing your skirt above your hips. Teasing you first. Do you like to be teased, sweetheart?"

"Fuck, Eds." you breathe out, your heart pounding in your chest, your pussy beginning to throb from his words.

"Shit, sorry baby.. I'm a little," he pauses to hiccup loudly, "a little drunk."

"It's okay.. I-I do like to be teased, by the way." you whisper into the phone, not wanting the conversation to end. Your high giving you a little boost of confidence.

"Yeah? Can I tell you what I'd do first?Hypothetically.” he rasps.

"Please." you whimper.

"Shit.. yeah, okay. First I'd bend you over.. like we talked about." he says giddily.

"Mhmm."

"Then I'd run my fingers up your thigh slowly until I reach your panties. I bet they'd be wet. Would they be wet, sweetheart?"

"So wet." you purr, escalating the situation further, resulting in a deep moan from Eddie.

Fuck, he's hot.

"I would bring my fingertips to your clit, starting slow. Teasing you just a bit. Then I'd move lower, feeling your soaked panties."

"Soaked?" you egg him on.

"Fucking drenched." he groans.

"What next?"

He chuckles lustfully at your eager tone. "I'd slip them to the side.. what color are they, baby?"

"Red. Lacy."

"Fuck me. Mmm.. okay. I'd slip the lace to the side, finally feeling you on my fingers.."

"Fast or slow?"

"Slow, in and out, I bet you feel so fucking good.”

“How many fingers?" he moans growing hard at the thought.

"Two?"

"Two.. yeah.. two sounds good. I'd start slow, gliding them in and out, speeding up, listening to your sounds.. finger fucking you real good, sweetheart. Make you cum all over my hand. God, know you'd be so wet."

"So wet for you, Eddie. My pussy would be so wet for you." you purr, surprising yourself with your words.

"Sweetheart... you're gonna make me cum." he blurts out at the same time that you blurt out your own sentence. "Do you wanna come over?"

"Yes. God, yes." he answers hastily.

"Wait, Eddie.. I don't think you should drive right now."

"No, no, no. I'm not driving. Stevie here is gonna drive me. Aren't ya buddy? Oh, here. You wanna say hi?" You hear a rustling on the other end of the phone. Oh god.

"Uh.. hi." Steve mutters awkwardly through the phone.

"Heh.. hi Steve." your face blushes profusely as you realize Steve must have been there the whole time.

"So. uh- need me to bring him?"

"Mhmm.. yeah. Please."

"I'm about to fuck your brains out." Eddie's voice comes through the phone again. CLICK.

#Eddie Munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb

[aphrogeneias]

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 — squirting

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: shy!reader (not "innocent" or inexperienced, just a little more reserved). penetrative sex.

Chrissy didn't know what she was doing.

It was an innocent question — as innocent as the questions being raised could be, that night. The conversation had quickly descended into more risqué subjects after Steve had gotten a little too tipsy and started complaining about his lack of luck on his latest escapades.

Nothing out of the ordinary, really. You were all used to talking about sex in one way or another. Eddie was famously loud about it, always having a story to tell, his or otherwise. Stories that made you imagine yourself on the receiving end of, guiltily wanting your friend to do those same things he was describing to you.

You kept those fantasies to yourself, though. Not wanting to be teased by the girls, maybe even worse, have them try to set you up with him. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if Eddie ever rejected you, or dated you out of pity. There was no scenario where this would work in your mind, no "you and Eddie", just you and your thoughts of him, where he would never hurt you, where all he did was make you feel good, imagining it his hands on your body, roaming until they found that place between your legs, instead of your own.

That night, it was no different. After Steve started the conversation, there was no stopping it. You often listened more than talked — not due to lack of experience, you were just a little too shy to share too much, even among close friends — but when the talk switched to Robin commenting about making her girlfriend squirt, you slipped.

"Good for her."

Your reply may have sounded a little more bitter than you'd anticipated, because, one by one, all of your friends looked at you. Maybe it was the scoff that has left your mouth, maybe it was the alcohol that had loosened your tongue. 

"What was that?" Nancy asked, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow at you.

"Yeah. What was that?" This time, it was Eddie who repeated her question. He sat on the opposite couch with his legs spread, tight black jeans stretching on his lean legs, making you wish you sat between them. You avoided his eyes.

"Nothing. I mean…", you signed, already regretting having said anything, "it's good! Good for her. Robin is good to her, that's a good thing."

You cringed even before you could finish all those convoluted sentences.

"Honey, have you ever… you know," Chrissy asked from her place on the floor, sitting as delicate as a fairy. "squirted?"

"No." You said, simply. Scared to run your mouth even more. "It's not a big deal. Doesn't happen to everybody."

"Have you tried?" Steve asked from behind his beer. He got a myriad of answers ranging from "that's not how It works, dingus!" from Robin, "it's not a matter of trying" from Nancy and "don't ask that, dude" from Eddie.

"I don't even know where to start, Steve. And before anyone asks, yes, I have cum from sex. Just not… like that."

You wanted to crawl into the nearest hole. It was even worse when you could feel Eddie's eyes on you, like he could see right through you. He tilted his head, and you weren't able to handle the kindness in his brown eyes. You looked away.

Your friends' opinions diverged again, making questions and trying to get you to speak, but you couldn't deal with their scrutiny anymore.

"C'mon, guys. It's fine! Can we change the subject, please?" You tried to swerve them. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. Maybe I'm just broken like that."

They shrugged. You shrugged. They moved on — but Eddie's eyes stayed on you for the rest of the night.

You're on Eddie's passenger seat, right in front of your apartment building, later that night when he brings the subject up again.

"I don't think you're broken."

The two of you had spent the entire ride silent, which was odd since Eddie was the chatterbox between the two of you, always filling the gaps with anything that would cross his mind. Neither that, nor his music filled the silence between you.

"What?" You looked at him, still not believing what you'd heard.

"You said that maybe you were broken like that. That's not true, you're… you're perfect."

That feeling of wanting to hide came back tenfold, making your eyes fill with tears. "Eddie, forget about it, please."

"Hey," he brought your gaze back to him with a finger to your chin, delicately turning your head. "I meant what I said. You're perfect, it's just that no one's taken the time to treat you right. It takes patience, from both sides."

"Yeah, and?"

"I was thinking that maybe I could change that. If you'd let me."

One thing you'd always admired about Eddie was his strength of conviction. He never said anything he didn't believe in, and backed it all up. His voice never faltered, he doesn't shy away from speaking his mind — and you hated that you were forcing yourself to disbelieve him.

"Eddie…"

"Look at me." He pleaded, and in spite of your concerns, you did as he told. His eyes bore into your with a sincerity that was so painfully him. "You can say no. I'll go home and we'll forget about everything I just said. But, sweetheart… I'm dying to prove you wrong."

Eventually, he did.

After you'd gotten up the stairs to your floor kissing and tugging at each other's clothes, letting Eddie's tongue taste yours over and over, stopping to let yourself be cornered against the wall by him. Getting lost in the feeling of his solid body against yours, the smell of him — a strong, masculine perfume, cigarettes and beer — making you dizzy, his lips on your neck making you even dizzier.

After he took your clothes off halfway down your living room, reverencing your body with his rough hands, kneeling between your feet in the middle of your halfway. He made you cum for the first time that night with his mouth, kissing your pussy the way he kissed your mouth, sucking on your clit the same way he sucked on your tongue. You came as you pulled his hair, his strong arms around your hips preventing you from falling.

After he guided you to your bed, still craving a taste of you. Hands not knowing where to sit still while he pulled another orgasm from you, his fingers deep within you, curling and stroking your walls, his mouth still not leaving your clit. Your ears buzzed with the force of your climax, not being able to hear Eddie's praise. "That's my girl," he said, head resting on the plush of your thigh, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, "doing such a good job, but I'm not done with you yet."

After he made your eyes blur with pleasure when you finally entered you, rubbing the head of his cock on your sensitive bundle of nerves, once, twice, three times before putting it in, slowly bottoming out. Leaving kisses all over your face, shining with sweat. You didn't think you could take it, curling your toes and hugging his narrow hips with your spread legs, feeling each thrust with a tenderness you never did before.

After he filled and stretched you to the brim, pulling out only to push it all in again. Uttering against your skin, broken whimpers, your name on his lips like a prayer. You were beyond the point of forming words, kissing him to stop yourself from screaming. You could feel yourself dripping down your pussy, and into the sheets, soaking Eddie's cock.

After he pulled your thigh higher up his waist, and stood on his knees, pounding into you with measured speed. He hit your spot over, and over, and over — you grabbed the sheets with both hands, repeating his name like a broken record, music to his ears.

"Yeah? That feels good, baby? Am I making you feel good?" Eddie looked like a god above you. Wild hair down to his shoulders, pale skin slick with sweat, eyes drilled on you. You made the mistake of looking down to where your bodies met, watching his thick cock drenched with your juices, going in and out of you. His pubic hair, also matted with your wetness, creating a delicious friction against your clit. "Tell me. Who's making you feel this good?"

"You, Eddie." You whimpered. "You, you, you. Always you."

"That's right, baby. That's" a hard thrust, "fucking," a a squeeze of your thigh, "right."

You felt your orgasm approach with a  deep pressure on your navel, building and building until you couldn't keep It down anymore. You let yourself go, the ringing in your ears louder and cleared, cumming with Eddie's name on your lips.

That's when you felt it. You were limp in your bed, with Eddie above you. You'd felt him cum too, dropping his weight above you, but still keeping himself steady by his elbows. but everything was distant, like it was happening in a dream. Slowly, you came back to yourself — to Eddie, gently coaxing you with sweet words, and to the warm wetness coating your thighs, your ass, and Eddie's lower half.

"Did I…?"

"Fuck yeah, you did." His boyish smile, so different from the confident smirk you saw not moments ago, made you smile too, weakly and still a little embarrassed, but too satisfied to care.

"Happy now?"

"Only when you do it again." 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #kinktober 2023

[stevebabey]

have sum steddie! maybe modern!au, no upside down!au & a meet cute <3

Steve sits in the booth, his foot tapping away mindlessly under the table, with half a mind to abandon the table entirely.

In fact, the only reason he hadn’t yet was because of the $20 he was hanging out for at the end. And the bragging rights, of course.

Robin had set him up on this blind date, plied him with all the promises in the world that he would enjoy it — said she’d spent a decent amount of time hunting for the right first gay date for Steve.

She also conceded that if he, for whatever reason, didn’t enjoy it, she would cough up 20 whole bucks for his wasted time. But he had to actually see the date through for the prize to be claimed.

And the bragging rights were so that Robin — with her uppity, healthy, and happy relationship that Steve was only a little bit envious of — could ease onto the breaks when it came to Steve’s love life.

So it was looking a little bleak at the moment, so what? Every stallion or… lion or whatever had their moments, right? Moments where their mane is a little uncouth and food is low and…. Where was he going with this?

The point was, that Robin got into one relationship and suddenly decided she was fit to become a high and mighty matchmaker. Never mind that Steve had reminded her numerous times that he had dated a lot more than she had.

So, for 20 bucks and the right to stick his tongue out at his best friend when she tried to meddle, Steve could stick one night out.

Besides, she was right about one thing. They weren’t in Hawkins anymore — and San Francisco had a hell of a larger dating pool than his hometown.

Still, that didn’t make people anymore for prompt for dates though, apparently. Steve’s foot taps incessantly under the table, his knee bouncing up and down in his nerves. He runs a hand through his hair and checks his watch again.

7 o’clock, Harvey’s Diner, a cute little Italian place that Steve had begun to frequent since they moved to the city, and a date with a dude called Daniel whom Steve had no idea what he looked like.

This was his Friday night plans.

His watch reads 7:12pm and Steve sighs, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the strap of his watch just for something to do. Great. He had gotten all dressed up for this? To be stood up? How was this any better than his usual Friday night plans that Robin claimed were so pathe—

“Hi.”

Someone sits down in the booth across from Steve, landing with a thump loud enough to give him a fright.

Steve’s head whips up from its focus on fiddling with his watch and— woah. Steve blinks once, twice, and feels his jaw unhinge a little, his lips parting an inch as he gazes at the stranger across from him.

Holy shit, this dude was hot.

He’s got curls for days, dark chocolate ringlets all messy and unkept spilling over his shoulders— long and probably perfect for burying your hands into. Steve flushes a little at the unexpected thought.

He has beautiful brown eyes, widened with a smudge of eyeliner and framed with long lashes. Steve thinks he can spy a smattering of freckles across his forehead. His nose is long and his lips are plush and pink and holy shit, this dude was pretty.

“Oh— hi.” Steve manages to remember his manners. Only after he fully checked this dude out, of course.

God, couldn’t Robin have given him a better warning than just ‘he’s probably your type’? Couldn’t she have warned him that this dude was ‘do-a-double-take-on-the-street type hot?’ What the fuck Robin?

The man across from him grins, wicked and alluring all at once, and shucks off his heavy leather jacket. His eyes do a once-over on Steve, taking his time to check him out— which is great because Steve is stuck on all the glorious tattoos that have just been revealed. So much skin shown in his roughly chopped muscle-tee, swirling ink all down his arms. This dude is hot.

Silently, Steve curses Robin and the 20 dollars that is totally slipping away from him. Why did she have to be right all the time?

“Been waiting long?” The man, Daniel, asks as he makes himself comfortable across the table. He pushes his hair back with both hands, using one hand to gather it into a ponytail, holding it up to air out his neck and Steve now realises he is slightly puffed.

He must’ve run part of the way here, to avoid being later than he was. Steve can’t help but be slightly endeared by that fact.

The man grins again, “Promise I was trying to be on time but, you know how the subway is.”

Steve huffs out a laugh, any annoyance at being kept waiting melting away at his date’s sincerity.

“Not too long,” Steve admits, smiling to ease Daniel’s apparent concern. Across the table, Daniel slumps a little and releases his hair, his curls pooling back around his shoulders. Steve watches, entranced.

“Well, that’s good,” Daniel smiles, eyes bright like he really means it, and his hand darts out to steal the drinks menu from the edge of the table. He looks back over to Steve, a furrow in his brows. “You didn’t order anything?”

“I thought I should wait,” Steve says with a shrug. No point paying for food if your date never shows up.

Daniel looks up from the menu through his lashes and smiles, placing his elbow on the table and dropping his chin in the palm of his hand. “Aw, you’re sweet.”

Steve is a little embarrassed by how easily the compliment makes him blush, feeling his cheeks glow lightly. Across the table, Daniel seems to revel in it, drinking in the way Steve’s face filled with colour with a cheeky smile. His eyes flick back down to the menu.

“You know,” Daniel begins, keeping his eyes on the menu, scanning it with a hum. “Chrissy said you were good looking but I think she seriously undersold you.”

He takes his eyes off the menu to trail up Steve’s body, his gaze heavy. Steve feels a delighted zing go up his spine, feels the way he preens at Daniel’s attraction. Steve opens his mouth to respond, more than ready to return the flirt when—

“Can I get you two started with anything?”

The waitress interrupts. She’s poised with her notepad, standing at the edge of the booth. Daniel perks up and nods.

“Can I get a chocolate milkshake please?” He asks with a polite smile. Steve laughs lightly at his selection and Daniel’s gaze cuts from the waitress to Steve.

“What? Not a milkshake man?”

Steve tries to contain his grin, all too endeared by the man before him. He shakes his head and raises his hand in defense. “Nothing against milkshakes just… for dinner?”

Daniel gasps theatrically and his head snaps back to the waitress. “This man has never had the delight of a Harvey’s milkshake with his dinner. Please bring us two chocolate milkshakes!”

Steve watches as the waitress dutifully writes down the order and turns on her heel, heading for the kitchen. He turns back to his date and gapes, taken aback by the forwardness.

“Did you just order for me?”

“Did you just diss milkshakes?”

Steve scoffs, but even then he can’t stop his lips from curling up into a smile. He can’t believe it but he’s genuinely glad he waited this date out. It's not at all like he was expecting. Even Robin's short description of this dude pales in comparison to the real thing. Steve nudges his foot forward into Daniel’s shin lightly.

“I did not diss milkshakes,” Steve argues, his smile widening at how Daniel’s eyes dart to the table before back up at Steve with a grin.

“Uh huh,” Daniel nods, his voice sarcastic and 100% unbelieving of Steve’s insistence. “Just wait, okay? You’ll be changing your tune soon enough. Harvey’s milkshakes are class. I’ve had a thousand of my best ideas in here, sipping on a chocolate milkshake.”

Steve grins and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. Under the table, he feels Daniel’s boot nudge against his leg gently— and he laughs to himself. This has gotta be the most teenage way of flirting and he’s fucking loving it.

“You know,” Steve begins hesitantly, letting his forearms lean up against the table. “You’re not quite what I expected, Daniel.”

Across the table, Daniel scrunches up his face, his expression one of pure befuddlement. He puts his hands flat on the table and leans forward.

“Wait, you think my name is Daniel?”

Steve splutters for a moment because even though the answer is duh, yes, it’s become increasingly apparent that the man across from him is not who he was expecting. But if he’s not Daniel, who is he?

Suddenly, the door chimes and someone else is entering the diner. It’s a man dressed like Steve — on the preppy side with hair that must’ve taken at least an hour. He scans the booth and spots Steve’s booth, wandering over, his eyes fixed on the man across from Steve.

“Hey, are you Eddie?” He asks confidently, ignoring Steve’s presence on the other side of the booth.

The man — Eddie — freezes as he glances up at the newcomer and then back down to Steve ahead of him. Steve deflates a little inside as he realises abruptly what’s happened— a mix-up of wrong dates that was completely warranted because this dude dresses exactly like Steve. Steve doesn't stare too long to see if he's any hotter.

Instead, he tries to give Eddie the all-clear with his eyes. He smiles polite as he can and gives a little nod to let him know it was alright to abandon him for the date he was supposed to go on. Not to get stuck with Steve.

Eddie clears his throat and smiles, not cheeky like he had with Steve, but stiff and polite. “Ah sorry man, I think you’ve got the wrong guy. My name's Daniel.”

Huh? Steve takes his eyes off the table to steal a glimpse at Eddie (is his name even Eddie?) and something inside him burns hotly when the man glances across at Steve and winks.

The man standing by the booth wavers for a moment, glancing between them in the booth as Steve schools his expression to neutral. After a moment of silence, there's a half-assed apology as the man retreats, heading back out the door he had just come through. The door chimes again on his way out.

Steve straightens up and peers over his shoulder, watching the door slowly swing shut. He turns back to the man across the booth and squints at him. The waitress returns briefly, dropping two large chocolate shakes onto the table, topped with a mountain of cream. She murmurs something about coming back to take their order in a moment.

"Wait, so who are you?" Steve asks, gently sliding his shake closer to him. "Daniel or Eddie?"

His date —well, his new date— has already begun taking a big long sip from his own milkshake, so enamored with it that when he pulls away there's a dot of cream on the end of his nose. He swallows with a satisfied ah and grins across the table at Steve, not noticing the dairy on his face.

"I'm whoever gets me talking with you a little bit longer."

Steve grins, an endeared roll of his eye at the blatant flirting but he can't deny how it makes his chest warm. He grabs one of the napkins and reaches forward, adoring how Eddie goes cross-eyed as he watches Steve smudge away the cream on his nose. He laughs sheepishly, giving his nose a little wipe with his own hand.

"I'm Eddie." He says, finally introducing himself. He doesn't offer his hand, just gives Steve a little nudge under the table and a grin over his milkshake. "And I think you just saved me from a terrible date."

Steve laughs, giving a little shake of his head. He finally goes in for a sip of his own milkshake— and it's just as heavenly as Eddie had promised, glorious chocolate dancing over his taste buds.

Steve groans quietly, eyes bright when he glances at the other man over his glass, entirely amused by how wide-eyed Eddie has become. He releases the straw and sits back, more invested in this date than he has been in... years. Stallion's got its mojo back. Or lion. Whatever.

"I'm Steve," He responds, giving a little nudge back under the table and a grin of his own. "And I think you saved me from being stood up."

#what..... is this???? #i haven't really written modern au for them #and i wrote it in about 2 hours so hopefully its like. not terrible #wahoo ! #i luv a little meet cute #meet cute #steddie #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie blurb #ummmm i haven't posted in literal eons ive forgotten all my tags oh well #enjoy ?

[headkiss]

hi!!! fall request for steve or eddie! maybe the classic giving reader their jacket when it gets a bit chilly at night <3

hiii!!! this might be a little different than what you had in mind but i hope u like it anyways <3 | 0.6k, a fluffy domestic morning with eddie!

Since moving into your own trailer together, you and Eddie have gotten to know each other better than ever before, if that was even possible.

Exact routines, whether you shower in the morning or at night, the first thing you do when you wake up, what you change into when you get home from work. Every little thing is shared and sure, he leaves his socks lying around on the floor, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s why Eddie knows exactly where to find you when he wakes up to your side of the bed being empty.

Most mornings, when neither of you are working, you’ll stay in bed until someone’s stomach growls enough to get you up, cuddling and talking, your fingers tracing his tattoos, his hands warm on your skin.

Or, you’ll be restless and get up before him, making breakfast and leaving out extra for him to warm up, reading on the porch, reorganizing his music, or taking a walk around the trailer park.

Eddie blinks his eyes open and pats your side of the bed, reaching for your warmth, but he’s met with empty sheets and a pillow with the indent of where you’d slept. Sitting up with a groan and a stretch of his arms, Eddie peeks around the room for clues of what you’re up to this morning.

He’d rather be with you than guess, though, so he gets up quickly, tugging on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, his hair sure to be a mess.

The kitchen smells like coffee, a pot sitting half empty. As he pours himself a mug, he spots you through the window.

You’re sitting on the small porch of the trailer, a coffee mug resting on the arm of your chair, hair tossed up in a clip.

Eddie smiles at the sight of you there, at peace, in your home that’s also his. He grabs his leather jacket from where it’s slung over the back of a kitchen chair and steps outside.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he says, voice still scratchy from sleep.

“Hi, sleepyhead.”

Fall mornings are crisp, the sun bright but not warm enough to cover the coolness of the wind, fresh smell of leaves and the colors more vibrant after having just woken up.

Eddie sets his mug down on the empty chair, walking over to you, bending down to press a kiss to your hair and tossing his jacket over your shoulders.

“You’re gonna catch a cold one of these days,” he tells you, making sure his jacket rests on you comfortably. When he sits down, he tugs your chair closer to his, his hand finding yours beneath the fabric of his coat.

“You’d take care of me, though.” You tangle your fingers with his, already feeling warmer than before. Really, you’d warmed up the second he stepped outside. “Wouldn’t you?”

“‘Course I would, but then you’d get me sick, and you’d take care of me, and it’d be the worst cycle ever. Snotty tissues and shit.”

“Eddie!”

“Just saying! Wear a coat, stop the cycle, babe.”

You smile, turning your head to look at Eddie, his hair frizzy, his eyes still a little heavy from sleep, his cheeks pink from the bite of the fall breeze.

“Why wear my own coat when you could be all romantic and give me yours?”

“I do like being romantic,” he says, tilting his head. “Don’t tell Wayne I said that. He’ll never let me live it down.”

Eddie’s tone is light, teasing, because Wayne’s already fully aware of how bad Eddie’s got it for you, and he already gives him shit for it.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Munson.”

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[dudeitiskarev]

Heart-shaped kisses | Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Eddie tends to fall asleep as soon as you crash on his bed, and you can’t help but feel insecure about it.

Content/warnings: insecure reader; reassuring Eddie <3 love confession; kisses <3.

wc: 600

A/N: I just really want to take a nap with Eddie and tell him how much I love him :( <3333

        Eddie’s body curled onto yours jerked for the third time in the last twenty minutes. He was always the first one to fall asleep, which often made you wonder if you were too dull for him. 

       You didn’t think much about it. The time you spent with him during the day was so short, you didn’t want to ruin it with things that were just in your head. Also, he was the most beautiful creature when he slept (that if you didn’t count when he played his guitar. Not as peaceful but just as pretty). You rarely slept because of that same thing. You just didn’t want to miss anything. His pink lips looked as soft and plump as they actually were, and his arm wrapped lazily yet tight around your waist seemed to be made to fit there. 

       You kept scratching his scalp just how he liked and puckered your lips against his forehead every so often to kiss him without a sound.

       His arm wrapped stronger around you and his lips found the spot under your ear. “mmm. Feels nice.” 

       You pulled back a bit to scan his sleepy face. He had a soft smile and his eyes were barely open. 

       “Thought you were sleeping.”

       “I was. Three seconds ago.” He adjusted a bit higher on the bed to be at your level. “Your lips–” he kissed under your ear again “–are the best thing to wake up to.”

       You licked your lips and closed your eyes as he kept peppering kisses on your neck, higher and higher. 

       “How was your nap?” His voice was still raspy.

        “Didn’t sleep.” You shook your head and his kisses stopped.

       “Why?” He rested his weight on his elbow and stared down at you. “You okay?”

       You stared back, contemplating whether to tell him or not but your words slipped.

       “Do I... bore you?”

       His face twisted in confusion. “What?”

       “I don’t know, you just... whenever I come over you just fall asleep on me.” 

       He opened his mouth to say something but merely caressed your cheek with the back of his curled fingers. 

       “It’s not that I don’t like when we cuddle,” you continued. “but–”

       “Babe.” He leaned down and pecked the tip of your nose. “It may be some psychological shit because I can’t help it. Doesn’t mean I’m bored when I’m with you. ‘Kay?”

       “Okay.” You nodded.  

       He then kissed your lips softly. Once. Twice. By the third, he made you smile, by the fourth he adjusted on top of you, and by the fifth—

       “I love you.”

       Your body froze for a second or two. Neither of you had said it before, and you always thought you’d be the first one to do it. You’d been feeling it for a while, but your insecurities sank your love for him to the depths of your heart. 

       “Eddie…” your voice came out so small.

       “Please, don’t just say my name.” Those big brown puppy dog eyes became shinier.

       You brushed pieces of hair away from his face with both of your hands and then drew them down to cup his face. He’d opened up to you many times before about… stuff, and you knew how hard it was for him.

       “You– you don’t have to say it back but please.” He gulped. “Say something. Anything?” 

       Your love for him bubbled up right then so damn hard, that all you could do was pull him into a kiss by the nape of his neck. 

       So many heart-shaped butterflies were begging to come out you were scared they might burst through your skin. It was like kissing him for the first time all over again. 

       “I love you, too,” you whispered.

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[trashmouth-richie]

pretty sure my thumbs have never typed so fast in my life when i got this prompt from @fishwithtitz

prompt was eddie x you smut + an image saying “you’ve been poisoned” at the bottom of a cup of coffee— i tweaked this a bit

18+ minors go away, smut! anal! biting, squirting, no condoms (don’t do this in real life unless you want a baby and can provide for one) a-to-v (also don’t do this unless you want a coochie infection) this is fanfic so pls keep that in mind, another secret gross thing that happens at the end. voyeurism! (kinda) eddie fucks, like reaaallly fucks.

<800k / eddie x fem reader

“fuck.” 

The windows were streaked. Sweaty handprints pressed into the cold glass, telling a story to anyone walking past just exactly what was taking place behind the locked doors of the car. 

The leather jacket you had peeled off of his shoulders laid on the floor along with one of your broken heels (the other— shoved stiletto first into the vent) along with shreds of ripped black pantyhose. 

You sucked the ring on his lip into your mouth with a shaky moan, the heat from your mouth sending his tongue into a frenzy— making his hips thrust into your ass with such force you nearly hit the windshield. 

Facing away from him, hands holding steady onto the dash, your fingernails scrape down the vinyl in long strokes as your tight ass bobs up and down his length.

“nasty girl,” he breathes into your ear, “fucking knew it the minute I saw you.” 

Tonight was Rick’s birthday party, and when your friends had begged you to come out, you finally agreed. 

Angling your neck to the moonlight he holds your necklace close to your throat in an all too smooth motion so it was gathered in his fist. 

The marks he had sucked into your neck were already raised, and he smirked as he bit into your shoulder. 

“Your boyfriend gonna care if you go home with these?”

Whining at the pleasuring pressure of his cock stuffed tight where nobody else has been, you rub a small circle into your clit, inserting your own manicured finger into your cunt. 

“What boyfriend?” you panted out, playing coy. 

He tweezed one of your nipples between his thick fingers, twisting until you yelped out. 

“Oh baby, ‘m fuckin’ you dumb huh?”

Mewling in response he drives into you harder, faster, joining your hand on your clit until your release sprays over the dashboard. Cries spilling out of you and the sweet taste of tears ruining your makeup. He coaxes you on, cheering you like you’re a varsity lettermen. 

Flipping you around so you’re facing him, he licks up your tears, shoving you forward into your own mess—your back slick with it. 

He laughs a mocking chuckle at the sight of you, wrecked because of him. No time is wasted before he splits your pussy open, grunting when your eyes practically cross, knowing he’s bigger than the limp dick you’d been fucking until tonight, until him.

“If you don’t have a boyfriend— who’s car is this?” 

You smile a wicked grin, telling him between gasps and his choked grunts. 

“Perfect.” 

—

He zips up his jeans— door to the car open as he tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear, looking for his shirt, a cigarette between his teeth. 

Standing barefoot on the concrete, you’re no longer wearing the shoes or pantyhose you wore to the party you try smudging your eye makeup to make it look decent in the closed back window, when he speaks. 

“I— yeah, I really hope you’re not expecting me to whisk you away to a fucking castle or some sh—”

You laugh light heartedly, “Eddie— trust me, I know.” 

He shoves his head through the hole of his shirt, planting heavy boots on the ground before he stands taller than you, a devils smirk on his lips. 

“Dating really isn’t my thing, but y’ might be more of a freak than I am, sugar.” 

You both smile, standing awkward in post sex bliss. 

“See ya ‘round?” you ask leaning into him, pressing your chest into the crisp white of his shirt before pressing a small kiss to his neck, leaving before his hands could hold the small of your back. 

“Yeah, definitely,” he looks down wiping the cheesy grin from his face before calling after your leaving frame, “hit me up whenever you wanna fuck in Hargrove’s car again.” 

—

That night at Rick’s, Billy was brought a beer by a pretty girl with smudged makeup, bare feet— a weird little smile on her face before she leaned into him, telling him, “drink up, handsome”.

The beer tasted different but he was already so sauced he didn’t notice. 

He also didn’t notice a white milky substance at the bottom of the cup, or a message in writing that looked similar to the graffiti in the bathroom stalls at the Hideout. 

Devil horns surrounded the scrawled message: 

“How do I taste big boy?” 

—

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[sunshinesteviee]

maybe some dad eddie taking baby to family video, and playing hide and seek with the shelf’s with steve and robin

eee thank you!! my first attempt at writing eddie, so pls be gentle w me (but also would love any feedback you have!) wc: 1.1k; dad!eddie

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“Alright, c’mon, stinker,” Eddie huffed, hoisting his three-year-old out of his carseat before setting him onto his feet next to the van. It was no longer the same kind of van he had in high school — this one was totally a dad van, and his friends loved to give him shit for it. He stuck his hand out to his side, fingers wiggling at his little boy as he demanded, “Hand!”

Jasper quickly complied and grabbed onto Eddie’s hand, but scoffed in annoyance, sounding a bit too much like his dad, “I not a stinker. You the stinker, daddy.”

Eddie snorted with a shake of his head, shoving his keys into his front pocket with his free hand, and chose not to start an argument with his toddler in the parking lot. Instead, he changed the subject to the task at hand, “Do you think Uncle Steve set aside our tapes for us? Or did he forget again? Maybe Auntie Robin helped him out.”

At the mention of his favorite aunt (maybe his favorite human), Jasper started babbling excitedly, walking as fast as he could to the door, leaving Eddie to follow along and try his best to not trip over his kid. And, before Eddie could stop him, Jasper’s tiny palm was banging on the glass door to Family Video, leaving toddler-sized handprints behind with each smack. Eddie groaned, “Aw, c’mon, kiddo. Uncle Steve is gonna make me clean that. You really are the stinker, you know that?” Still, he pulled the door open and nudged Jasper gently, “Okay, in we go.”

Inside, the store was empty, and both Steve and Robin had stopped whatever they’d been doing at the sound of the smacking on the door. They were both waiting behind the counter, grins on their faces as they watched Jasper toddle inside. His face lit up and he quickly let go of his dad’s hand in favor of running full force at Robin, who had come out from behind the counter and crouched down with her arms open. He nearly knocked her over, shouting her name, though he still didn’t have a grasp on his r’s, causing it to sound more like a w. 

“Hey, little man,” Robin laughed, wrapping her arms around Jasper to hug him close as she stood up again, shifting him to rest against her hip. She pressed an exaggerated kiss to his cheek as she carried him behind the counter with her, “Did you come just to see me?”

“Yes!” Jasper nodded seriously, tiny fingers playing with one of the buttons on her vest intently.

“Dude!” Steve scoffed playfully, reaching out to press his fingers into Jasper’s tummy for a few tickles once Robin had set him on the counter, “No love for Stevie?”

Shrieking with laughter, Jasper curled into Robin’s chest in an attempt to hide, which delighted her to no end, “Nope! Jas is mine today!”

“No kidding,” Eddie replied as he leaned an elbow against the counter, hovering his hand just behind his son’s back just in case, “He got so excited, he nearly tripped both of us and tried to break in when I said we were seeing you, Buckley.”

“That reminds me,” Steve held up one finger as he crouched down, disappearing behind the counter, only to reappear with a spray bottle and a rag in hand a second later. He pushed them across the counter toward Eddie, “To clean the monster’s handprints off the door.”

Eddie gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest, “My son is not a monster! Except for when he is, but I don’t claim him then.” He reached out with one hand to ruffle Jasper’s dark hair and scooped up the cleaning supplies in his other arm to head back to the front door, “Please don’t let him fall off the counter.”

By the time Eddie had wiped all of the small handprints off of the front door, both of his friends and his son had disappeared from behind the counter. Setting the spray bottle and rag back on the counter, Eddie called out into the store, “Oh god. Jasper turned invisible again!” This was a relatively new game; Eddie pretended that Jasper was invisible, even when he was right in front of him. The first time Eddie did it, Jasper had hated it and panicked, thinking he really had disappeared before his dad’s eyes, but quickly realized the fun in pretending he really was invisible, and loved to think he was getting away with stuff. 

There was no reply, only a quiet giggle sounding from somewhere in the store. Eddie would know that sound anywhere. The sound of his baby’s mischievous giggle. Drumming his fingers on the counter, Eddie let out an overly dramatic and forlorn sigh, “Whatever am I going to do?”

Another hushed giggle was followed quickly by some urgent whispering. 

Eddie moved towards the rows of movies and surprisingly, didn’t see any toddler feet sticking out of the rows. With the giggling, though, he knew exactly where he’d find his son. Still, he put on a show, yelling out Jasper’s name and making stupid jokes as he popped around corners of shelves, “Jas? Are you in the romcom section? You’re too young for those!” 

A few tapes fell to the floor in the second to last row as Eddie approached it. There were a few more not-so-quiet — bordering on angry — whispers from Steve and Robin. He guessed they were arguing about who was going to clean up the mess. Eddie moved as quietly as he could, stopping just before the corner before jumping into view and shouting, “Gotcha!”

Both of his friends and his son screamed in surprise, eyes going wide as Eddie appeared in front of them. Jasper was curled up in Robin’s lap, but as soon as he realized it was just his dad, he huffed, nose scrunching up, “Dad! Too scary!”

“No such thing as too scary,” Eddie argued, plucking Jasper out of Robin’s lap to press a sloppy kiss to his son’s forehead. “We need to get our tapes. Did you ask Uncle Steve for them?”

Jasper wiped his fist across his forehead, trying to get rid of Eddie’s kiss, but looked to his uncle for help answering the question, “Steeb? Muppets?” He hadn’t quite figured Steve’s name out either. 

“Give me a second, Munson,” Steve glared at Eddie, a hand over his chest, “You scared the fu— dge. Fudge outta me.”

“Fudge!” Jasper repeated excitedly. 

Eddie pointed at his son, trying to be as stern as possible, “Not a word for you, stinker.”

“Fudge.”

“I said,” Eddie started in a mock-angry tone, “Not for you, stinker!” He finished the sentence by attacking his son with tickles and making chomping noises as he pretended to bite his arm. 

Out of breath from all of the laughing and trying to wiggle away from his dad, Jasper added one last thing, “You the stinker!”

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[eiightysixbaby]

haiii gf i got a request🙈

older! eddie catching u make him lunch for work and he ends up railing u against the kitchen counter😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

hiiiii queen 🤭 you always come in with the older!eddie requests bless ur heart.

18+ please! fingering, unprotected piv (he pulls out), use of pet names, food mention obv

Your soft hums from the kitchen are what wake him, the sound floating down the hall and through the cracked-open door.

Eddie stirs, stretching his limbs with a low rumble of a groan, pressing his face into his pillow and inhaling. He can smell the sweetness of your shampoo on the pillow case, and he smiles softly to himself. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting the room in a honeyed glow. He sits up with another groan, scratching at the soft pudge of his stomach absentmindedly before standing.

He can hear the radio now, your hums following the tune of whichever song comes on. He can picture you in his mind; hips swaying softly as you sip your morning coffee, probably your second cup by now, picking at your breakfast. He can picture your bed head, your sleepy eyes, the smile that graces your face when he comes to say good morning.

What he isn’t expecting when he trods down the hall is to see you making a meal, his lunchbox open beside you on the countertop. He watches quietly as you stack different ingredients to make a sandwich, taking care to make it look good. His hungry eyes rake over your figure, trailing up your legs, lingering on the way your tiny little shorts hug the meat of your ass. He was right, your hips are swaying to the music, tempting him to come right up behind you and squeeze a handful of you.

You reach into the cookie jar, picking out a few of your homemade cookies — snickerdoodles, his favorite — before placing them into a plastic baggie and tucking them into the lunchbox. He stays silent as you cut up strawberries, placing them in a container followed by blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. Giving him a well-rounded meal, wanting to keep him energized and cared for.

Something deep within Eddie stirs, and he finds himself simultaneously aroused and awestruck at the sweetness of your gesture. You’d never gone out of your way to make him lunch before, your relationship still in the early stages, and he feels his heart melt in his chest.

“Well don’t you look beautiful this morning,” he speaks finally, your head whipping around to face him.

“Oh! You startled me,” you laugh breathily, body relaxing entirely after realizing it’s only him.

He steps closer to you, stopping once his front is pressed to your back.

“What’re you doing in here, baby?” he asks, morning voice raspy and deep. It sends a shiver down your spine, shooting right to your core.

“Making you lunch, handsome,” you reply, turning your head to give him a kiss.

“Putting in all this work for little old me?” He looks around at the scattered ingredients, realizing you must’ve already gone to the store this morning to buy half of it.

“It’s hardly that much work,” you say simply. “And yes, we have to keep little old you fed.”

He snorts, letting his big arms wrap around your middle. His lips find their way to your neck, your head tilting immediately to allow him easier access. You whine before you can stop yourself, your hands gripping the edge of the countertop.

“You’re taking such good care of me,” Eddie purrs. “Think I need to take care of you.”

“Ed,” you breathe, squirming under his roaming hands. “You have to get ready for work.”

“It can wait,” he replies, lightly kicking your legs apart with his foot.

He lets one hand trail down your stomach, dipping beneath your shorts and your underwear in one swift motion. His calloused fingers tease your clit, the scruff on his face lightly scratching your skin as he continues to kiss your neck. You’re like putty in his hands, feeling your knees go weak the second he starts touching you. Your heart rate increases, breathing turning into pants and sighs as his thumb circles that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over.

The fabric of his pajama pants stiffens, his cock growing harder by the second. You can feel it pressing against your ass, and you wiggle your hips tantalizingly.

“Mmm,” he hums, a sound that reverberates against you. “Don’t tease, honey.”

He stops his steady pace on your clit, drawing his hand back so that he can utilize both of them to pull down your cotton shorts. Your panties fall to the floor with them, and you kick them aside swiftly as you step out of the garments. Eddie’s hand returns to its previous place, this time slipping two fingers carefully into your heat, wetness pooling around them.

“So wet, sweetheart,” he coos, smirking to himself when you let out a high pitched whine.

“Fuck, Ed,” you sigh, tipping your head back to rest against his shoulder. Your eyes close, reveling in his touch.

His free hand tugs at the waistband of his pants, slipping them down far enough to free his aching cock. The tip is red and leaking when he grabs it in his fist, stroking it a few times for good measure. You’re a moaning mess in front of him, gripping hard at the countertop as his fingers curl expertly inside of you.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, nipping at your ear.

“Uh-huh,” you nod, incapable of forming any actual words.

“I’m gonna make you feel even better. That okay with you?” he continues, awaiting your permission.

You can hear his fist running over his cock, along with the groan he tries to stifle but fails. You can feel yourself clench around his fingers in anticipation. “Yes, please,” you choke out, wincing slightly when he removes his fingers.

You steady yourself, body practically vibrating with need as his tip rubs against your folds. Large hands grip your hips as he sinks into you, punching the air from your lungs. He starts with slow, agonizing thrusts. Letting the drag of his cock make you delirious as it slides inch by inch out of you before gliding back in.

He’s well-versed in this, had his years of practice, able to have your legs trembling for him in seconds. You’re finding it harder and harder to keep yourself upright as he picks up his pace, pounding into you from behind relentlessly. Your nails dig into the countertop, back arching as his name tumbles from your lips on a loop.

“Such a good girl, feel so good around me, baby,” Eddie grunts, his fingertips gripping harshly into your skin, keeping you in place as he drives into you even harder.

You’re seeing stars, positive you’ve never felt this good in your life. The radio still croons from the corner of the kitchen, the sound hazy and far-off in your ears. You couldn’t name the song playing if there was a gun to your head, Eddie quickly fucking every thought from your brain until all you can possibly think about is him.

The tension in the pit of your stomach builds and builds, a coil that’s ready to snap, and you’re suddenly certain that if you grasp the counter any harder your fingers will bleed.

His balls slap against your skin, cock gliding easily in and out of your dripping cunt. One hand trails up beneath your shirt, kneading your breasts and pinching the nipples between two fingers. You moan hotly, feeling your legs quiver, turning to jelly in real time.

“Why don’t you cum for me, honey?” he rasps into your ear, and it’s enough to send you entirely over the edge.

He curses as your walls squeeze him, clamping down as if your goal is to keep him inside forever. He manages a few more thrusts before he’s pulling out, cumming all over your ass. You can feel it dripping down, coating your skin in his sticky warmth.

Breathing heavy, you come back to reality slowly, dazed. The lunchbox sits packed in front of you, and you’re reminded that you’re on a time crunch. Eddie’s surely approaching the point of being late for work, and he watches you turn around to look at the clock.

“Let’s get cleaned up before I have to leave,” he says, pulling you against him to kiss you sweetly. “I’ll get the shower going.”

You tug on his arm when he tries to walk away, getting his attention once more.

“Did you really get turned on just because I was making you lunch?” you ask with a smirk.

He laughs. “What can I say? I’m a simple man.”

“Noted.”

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Is That A Promise? (Venom One-Shot)

Eddie Brock x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Telling you about Venom does not go entirely how Eddie planned.

CW: mentions of monster fucking, Eddie is oblivious and a dumbass (I think I have a type)

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You’d known Eddie Brock a good while by this point. You’d started dating him a while back, and while he put others on edge, you’d found the way he talked to himself out loud rather charming, actually. 

At first, you weren’t sure if he was just unmedicated, or undiagnosed. But then the news broke about the symbiote, and then there was the footage. And when Eddie started coming home right after news broke of some other attack or taking out of a bad guy or criminal or whoever, you’d put two and two together. 

It was kind of hard not to. Particularly as his conversations with himself could vary from topic to topic in the span of six words or less.

 

Eddie had asked to meet up for lunch today at your favourite restaurant. He’d seemed a bit off on the phone, and given how prone you were to anxiety, your immediate thought had been that he was breaking up with you and that you’d done something to upset him or his bodily guest- who you did not officially know about, of course. 

You’d gotten there early to prepare yourself for whatever shitshow was about to follow and to your immense surprise, Eddie had shown up pretty much right after you. Eddie was always running late, so this change in pace was also mildly concerning. You were not sure how this was going to go and you did not like that one bit. 

“You’re here early, too,” Eddie had said, swallowing thickly and avoiding eye contact. You nodded, and cleared your throat, gesturing for him to sit down at the table opposite you. 

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure we had a spot,” you replied, smoothing down your shirt. Bit of a nervous habit. That and ripping at your nails, but that was beside the point. 

“Right,” Eddie replied. 

And then the two of you lapsed into silence. You spent a good five to ten minutes appearing to read over the menu as if this wasn’t a regular spot for you and you didn’t know exactly what you were going to order. In fact, you’d be surprised if the cooks weren’t already making it up for you even though a waiter hadn’t come over yet. 

“Shut up,” Eddie hissed quietly. You peered over the menu to eye him curiously, one brow arced in question. 

“I didn’t say anything, Eddie.” 

“Yeah, I know. I- uh, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. You hummed, and put the menu down to give him your attention. 

“About me shutting up?” 

“No- God, this is not going at all like I planned.” Eddie rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. 

You said nothing, waiting patiently for him to work out his wording.

 

“I really like you,” he started, and you nodded, replying with the same sentiment. “And, well, there’s something I’ve been hiding from you.”

 

“Right…” This is where you expected him to tell you he was married (doubtful but not impossible) or had cancer or something terrible. Dear God, please no. 

“Look- you’ve seen on the news, yes, the, uh- the attacks. Yeah?” 

You nod. Ah, so he was finally telling you about his friend living literally rent-free in his body. Okay, you could relax a little. 

“He’s me. Venom, he lives in my body. He’s in my head. Like, all the time. Right now.” 

Eddie looked at the table where he was picking at the tablecloth. You were silent for a second, and Eddie clearly took that to mean you were horrified or disgusted or something. You were a little nervous about it, sure, but you’d also been living with him for the last few months. If Venom was planning to take you out, he would have done so by now, surely. You figured this to mean you were safe enough. You’d also seen your fair share of monster porn, so you weren’t exactly unkeen on the idea of dating someone who sometimes had a monster body. It was kind of hot, actually. You shook the thought out of your head and tried to focus.

“Oh, yeah- I knew about that,” you replied, and the way Eddie’s head snapped towards you was almost comical. 

“You what?”

 

“Yeah, I figured that out a while ago. I was just waiting for you to tell me in your own time.”

 

Eddie blinked, and a black residue appeared on the back of his hand. It swirled and gathered on his hand before reaching for you delicately. You met it, brushing your finger over it softly. The goop (for lack of a better word) seemed to shiver pleasurably and you smiled.

 

“Can I meet him later?” 

Eddie nodded, watching the interaction with disbelief. He’d thought that you’d go running and screaming through the doors or something, not be rubbing your fingers over Venom like you were fingering some Play-Doh. 

“Y-yeah, later,” he agreed. “Not here. When we get home.”

 

You grinned and the black substance retreated back into Eddie’s skin as a waiter appeared by your table. 

“What can I get for you? The regular?” 

You looked at Eddie and clicked your tongue thoughtfully. 

“The usual with a serving of chicken nuggets on the side, please.”

 

The waiter nodded, scribbled it own on his pad and wandered off in the direction of the kitchen. Eddie looked at you in question. He knew you weren’t big on nuggets. 

“They’re for Venom,” you explained, propping your head up on your palm. Eddie looked to the side as if listening to something carefully. 

“Venom says thank you-” Eddie said before cutting himself as Venom said something else in his head. “No, I’m not saying that. No. No.” 

“Say what?”

Eddie sighed defeatedly- something you think he did a lot when it came to Venom. 

“Venom said he could kiss you right now.” Eddie looked mortified as the words left his mouth. You burst into laughter. 

“Is that a threat or a promise? I hope it’s a promise,” you replied, wiggling your eyebrows at the two of them. 

Eddie swallowed thickly and blushed as Venom said something else. You’d have to see if Venom could swap hosts sometime. It would be nice to have a conversation while out and about like that. 

“Promise,” Eddie replied. 

Good.

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