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"Unspoken Desire" - Eddie Munson x Best Friend! Female Reader

Summary: You and Eddie made a bet and he wants you to pay it with a kiss. Turns out, kissing your best friend for losing a bet leads you into something else.

Note: I know no one asked me but I had this sudden idea of writing something quick to read.

Warning: SMUTTTTT, cursing, mention of kink, unprotected sex, kissing. +18 DNI.

Word count: ~2.1k

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and Eddie and you had decided to spend the day together at the local park. You sat on a bench, sharing a bag of potato chips as you watched kids playing on the nearby swings.

Eddie grinned mischievously and reached for the last chip in the bag. "You know, (Y/N), I've been thinking."

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be uninterested. "Thinking? Dangerous territory, Eddie. What's on your mind?".

Eddie leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Well, I can't help but notice that you owe me something". You feigned innocence, tilting you head. "Owe you? For what, exactly?"

Eddie's eyes sparkled with amusement. "For that bet we made last week, remember?". You chuckled, recalling the bet you had made about who could eat the spiciest chili at the local food festival.

"Oh, that bet? You're not still upset about losing, are you?". Eddie's grin widened. "Upset? Nah, I just think it's time you pay up."

You crossed your arms, a playful glint in your eyes. "And what do you want as your prize, Munson?". Eddie leaned even closer, your faces almost touching.

"A kiss, (Y/N). One spicy, victorious kiss." You pretended to ponder this for a moment.

"Hmm, a kiss for a bag of chips? Seems like a fair trade". Just as you were about to share a kiss, a group of kids on the swings erupted into giggles and shouted.

"Ewww, cooties!", Eddie and you burst into laughter, pulling away from each other. Eddie winked at you, the teasing still in his eyes.

"Well, it looks like the playground jury has spoken. Next time, (Y/N), next time". You grinned back, feeling grateful for moments like these with your best friend. "You're impossible, Eddie".

As the sun began its slow descent below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the landscape, you and Munson decided to go home. You grabbed a ride back with him in his van, having a conversation about random things while Van Halen was playing on the radio.

As he pulled by your driveway, he turns off the engine of his vehicle as you both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, savoring the end of the afternoon.

"Once again, safe and sound", he says as he rests his elbow on the steering wheel.

"Thanks again, Eddie", you respond as you get rid of the seat belt. "Oh, by the way. Are still on that bet?", you ask teasingly. You watch as he grins at your question, letting out an amused chuckle.

"If you're still okay with that, yeah". He says as he gets rid of his own seat belt, moving his torso to have a better look at you.

Edie's hand, strong and reassuring, gently cradled your face. His thumb traced your jawline, and your eyes locked in a shared moment of understanding and longing. The air was thick with anticipation as he leaned closer, your breaths coming faster and shallower.

With a whispered promise in his eyes, Eddie closed the remaining distance. Your lips met in a slow, tantalizing kiss. It began with a feather-light touch, a delicate exploration of each other's desires. Your mouths moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion that deepened with each passing second.

Eddie's other hand found your lower back, pulling you closer as the kiss intensified. Your bodies pressed together, as you reached out for his curls, tangling your fingers against it.

In that stolen moment, time seemed to stand still. Your kiss was a symphony of desire, a silent conversation of longing and affection. The tip of his tongue started to swirl around yours and you couldn't help but let out a small groan against his plump lips.

You felt him smirk between the kiss, as he gritted your lower lip with his teeth before finishing it. You both broke the kiss and looked at each other with a slight hint of fun, even after a moment of intimacy.

"Wow, that was actually better than I expected", Munson said, resting his forehead against yours. You laugh softly and bite your lip.

"I just happen to be a good kisser", you play along, listening to his sweet laugh as he snorted.

"And you're also very cocky", he retorts with a side smile on his face. You only then noticed how hot you felt for him and how good he actually made you feel about just a kiss. It was supposed to be a playful one, but it ended up being way more than that.

Eddie cast a glance at you, who was still holding a hard stare at him and at his plump lips. You felt a sense of connection and understanding passed between you two, as if your souls were speaking in a language only you could comprehend.

"So, you wanna come in?", you ask timidly and watch him nod, already opening the van's door before he pulled himself out. He walked around the car to reach your side of the door, opening it for you.

He was always gentle, even when you were actually mad at him for something, or even after you argue about some nonsense. You knew Munson was a whore, because he would hook up with one girl after another on the same night and still brag about it.

You were never one to really feel interested about him, but in that case, his kiss ended up setting something up inside your guts you still didn't quite figure out. You walked in, turning the lights on as he made himself home.

Before you could even lock the door from the inside, he pinned you against it, leaning in and closing the gap between you. Your lips met in a gentle, yet electrifying kiss again. This time it was quick, but still with a passionate exploration.

Eddie's hand cupped your cheek, his fingers tenderly caressing the soft skin. Your arms encircled him, pulling him closer as your bodies pressed together against the door. He didn't hold back a husky groan as he thrusted his hip against your heated core and made you whimper.

"Oh, Eddie. You're about to ruin this friendship", you whispered. Before he could respond to you, he pressed his hips firmly against yours once more and chuckled against your mouth.

"Baby, if anything we're only making it become more entertaining". It was the tone he used and the sudden pet name that threw you off, making you pull him by the collar of his shirt as you rush to the couch.

You pushed him to sit on it as you turned the stereo on before doing a little strip for him. You were never ashamed of your showing body whenever you were at the pool or something related to that, but he probably never saw you in your lingerie all those years.

He widened his chocolate brown eyes to his sight, analyzing every inch of your bare skin, like your chest, neck and stomach. He helped you unzip your jeans, lowering the fabric as you kicked it off.

His big hand and calloused fingers grabbed both your thighs with tenderness, while he spread wide kisses across your body, lingering with his touch as he felt you shiver under his lips. You didn't want your body to react to him that easily, especially because he knows the effect he has on women in general.

Eddie got rid of his shirt and worked on his jeans pretty fast, showing you a glimpse of his hardened cunt pressed against his boxer. You know what you were about to do but, even then, you didn't feel like you wouldn't regret it.

You made him rest his back against the furniture as you leaned forward and sat between his legs, both knees on each side. You were still exchanging a heated gaze and you felt like you were about to lose your damn mind just feeling the way his skin grasped your ass.

His both big veiny hands squeezed your ass while you wrapped your arms around his neck. Placing a soft, but spicy, kiss just between his earlobe.

You heard him hiss, fanning your hair in a low and desperate breath, while his hands gripped tighter on you. "Fuck's sake, stop torturing me", he pleaded, his cock twitching under your core. You chuckled before sliding one hand down his stomach, finally pulling his aching dick out of the fabric.

The red, throbbing length was already glistening with precum and you slightly squeezed it between your hands, giving him a few seconds of relieve. It turns out you weren't bothered by not taking the lingerie off as you just slid your panties to the side, before aligning yourself with his cock.

Munson was still holding a gaze at you, trying to bite his moans from coming off of his mouth, enjoying the way you were lustfully looking at him as you rubbed his tip against your folds.

You were always one to never hide your emotions through sex, you would always be too loud, moan a lot and almost faint from breathing too fast.

The way his mushroom head entered you made you arch your back, and Eddie just about did the same, throwing his head back squinting his eyes shut from the pleasure that was attacking his entire body.

You made your way down on him fully and almost choked on the size, his cock spreading your walls slightly, burning it. You leaned yourself against him and grabbed his face with both hands, bringing him closer to you so you would kiss him.

It was a sloppy kiss as you were both moaning and gasping from the pleasure. He slid one of his arm around your waist, resting his palm against your lower back, while using the other hand to unclasp your bra.

The sudden rubbing of your nipples against his chest made him pound harder and hit your sweet spot. "Fuck, why haven't we done this before?", he mumbled while gripping your skin. You started riding him faster, trying to keep your pace but you were clenching too tight around him.

"I have no idea", you slurred, trying to formulate the words coming out of your mouth. He suddenly pulled a handful of your hair and assaulted your neck, leaving sloppy kisses, glittering the skin against his teeth, making you mewl his name.

"You love it rough, huh?", he teased against your ear, his tone just above a whisper. Munson felt your cunt tightening his cock and cursed under his breath. You could feel as he was chuckling from your response.

"Y-Yes", you say, biting your bottom lip. You meet his eyes for a moment and notice they hold both lust and kindness at the same time. He could be the most sluttest slut but he definitely was gentle, especially with you.

"Holy shit, baby. You're really tight, you're ruining me", Eddie cried out, squeezing your ass between his hands as he pumped inside of you. If he kept doing that for the next minute, you're going to hit your climax in a record time.

You're in between looking at him and closing your eyes enjoying your moment, as you keep riding him, rocking your thigh against his so perfectly. He can't stop curling his toes from the sensation you're giving him, and he placed one hand on your neck, his thumb pressed against your lower lip.

He doesn't mean it to be really sexual, but as a result, you use his digit as a lollipop and it pulls him out of his own bliss as he stares at you, eyes widened and brows furrowed. It gives him motivation to thrust against your core so hard you gasp between his finger.

"Jesus fuck you're so fucking hot", Munson grunts at the sight. It makes him hornier and hungrier for you. His dick is about to explode inside you and he didn't have time to warn you about that.

It was supposed to take longer than that, but the way you were sucking on his finger and displaying an erotic figure made him burst out. "Shit", he hisses.

You feel his hips stuttering under you, his cum warming your walls and you feel lightheaded, the shockwave of pleasure hitting you so strong and so fast you throw your head back. Eddie holds you tight and feel his length throb inside you with your reaction.

You're both panting loudly, staring at each other peacefully. You're still sitting on his lap, your cunt holding him lazily. Eddie pulls you for a tender kiss, licking your lips before pecking them for a slight second.

"What were you talking about ruined friendship?", he mocked. You both just knew it wasn't ruined. You felt too comfortable around him, and he felt too cozy under you, thinking to himself about the beautiful view he was having.

"I think we should make another bet", you retorted playfully, smiling at him. He wrapped both arms around you and rolled you over your couch, standing above you with a taunting grin on his face before he pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

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midnightreid · 2 years

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Show Me | Eddie Munson

Summary: When you admit to Eddie that you've never had a good experience in bed, he's determined to change that, and boy does he make you realise what you've been missing out on.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only, dom! Eddie oral (m and f receiving), use of whore and slut, squirting, come swallowing, penetrative sex (p in v), protected sex, pet names, gender-neutral reader with fem anatomy, fingering!

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: this piece didn't go exactly as I planned but that's okay, it's still pretty decent. Find the MASTERLIST and TAGLIST on my pinned navigation page!

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Saturday nights were always reserved for you and Eddie, either at your hideout in the wood passing back a flask or a blunt, or crashed out in your bedroom, lounging on the queen-sized bed that Eddie always claimed was the most comfortable place to be. Tonight was no different, he was leaning up against your headboard with his shoes off and blunt between his fingers, watching the clouds move against the night sky.

It was quiet between you, the silence falling as the high of the weed wore off, but neither of you minded the silence. You had your feet up against his thigh, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that you were wearing thick woolly socks in the height of summer. It didn’t make sense, but neither did the two of you hanging out, the raging Hawkins freak and the head cheerleader who seemed to exude school spirit. But after a while, that pleasant silence fell away as you groaned out loud, throwing your head back in annoyance and puffing out a sigh.

“Fuck…I just remembered I’ve gotta tell Charlie I’m not going on another date with him.” Eddie normally wouldn’t care about anyone’s dating life, but when it came to you it was something different. And sure, he’d rather be with you than see you with Charlie Hugh, but he wasn’t going to say that.

“Oh yeah? What’s wrong with the next boy in line?” He passes the blunt to you, though its effects are no longer taking hold. Eddie’s looking at you, big brown eyes watching you as you turn towards the window, taking a drag of the blunt before shrugging.

“It’s…it’s complicated, you know? I mean, sure, he’s cute, funny, and pretty smart too. But…” You pause, trying to work out how far you can push the conversation with Eddie. Sure, he’s your friend, and your dealer, but he wasn’t exactly the guy you’d spill all your deep dark secrets too, especially not about what you like in bed.

“Let me guess…either he was a complete dick on the date, he can’t hold an interesting conversation to save his life…or he was shit under the covers.” Eddie kind of snorts out the last statement like it’s a complete joke, and he does sincerely mean it like that. But when he looks over at you and you sheepishly avoid his gaze, his stomach drops.

“I know it doesn’t seem like much, I mean, c’mon, you’re Eddie Munson for fucks sake. Anyone you’ve been with acts like it’s a great honour to share a bed or your van with you. And…it’s not like I expected much from him either, I didn’t expect something mindblowing, but…” Eddie was watching you intently, something dark growing in his eyes as you spoke, totally letting yourself go as you rambled on. “I’d just rather be with someone who actually knows how to make me feel good if that makes sense. A lot of guys at school act as if being with them is a massive privilege, as if getting us some nice flowers and taking us to the movies is a big romantic gesture to get into our pants. I just…I want someone to put in the effort.”

Eddie’s gotten a lot closer then, sitting across from you on the bed, legs crossed beneath him and fingers ghosting over yours against the bedspread.

“It’s what you deserve…I mean sure, everyone deserves to feel good during sex, but…” He can’t finish the sentence, doesn’t exactly know what to say, and doesn’t want to say the wrong thing in case he hurts you. But then you catch his gaze and he throws caution to the wind, places the now burnt-out blunt on the nightstand ashtray, and leans in to kiss you.

You’re taken by surprise, freezing for a moment before clinging to him in return, letting him kiss you harder, giving you everything you’ve wanted for months now. It’s not the most romantic kiss, it’s not like your surroundings melt away and everything becomes clear, but you’re not complaining as he takes you by the waist and pulls you in.

Eddie’s breathing heavily when the kiss ends, looking at you with wide eyes as if he can’t believe what he’s just done. And you’re not much different, but you’re still holding onto him, leather jacket clenched between your fingers.

“Shit I…I should have asked first, I’m sorry, I can go if you need me to or-.” He’s blabbering nervously, looking away from you as if he just stepped over a massive invisible line that the two of you had been dancing around for months now. But then you’re kissing him again, hand winding into his hair and pressing yourself against him so you’re chest to chest. Eddie knows you don’t regret it then, knows that if you didn’t want to kiss him again, you’d make that very loud and clear. So instead he melts into the kiss, the tip of his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips to gain entrance.

You’re tipping back then, falling against the plush bedspread, and Eddie just has enough control to stop himself from colliding with you. He doesn’t stop the kiss though, letting his lips travel down to your neck and connect with your pulse point. He’s nipping and sucking, not caring about leaving marks, and you can’t help but arch up into his touch, hands going to his back under his shirt, nails digging in slightly.

He didn’t expect you to be turned on so fast, but he wasn’t complaining, especially when you started kissing him again, one hand against his chest and the other pushing his jacket off.

“Oh, baby, look who’s so eager to get me naked…”You know he’s teasing you, but you still whine when he’d rather kiss you than strip his shirt off. So you’re tugging at the material again, hoping he’d get your message, but instead, Eddie just tuts, looking down at you with a disappointed expression. “Hey, look at me, sweet thing. If you want me to make you feel good, you’re gonna have to stop being so demanding.” You huff, looking up at him with a pout, and even though it’s the most adorable expression that could melt his heart, Eddie isn’t budging.

“C’mon, Eddie, stop being such a tease.” Your hand goes for his hair again, but in a flash, he’s snatching it away and holding your hand above your bed. His eyes are so dark, and the smirk that covers his face then tells you exactly what you’re in for.

“Now, now, you little brat. What did I tell you?” He kneels above you, and as you watch him with wide eyes, he starts to unbuckle his pants, yanking the black leather belt from his jeans and wrapping it tightly around his hand before looking back at you, gaze softening for a moment. “You can say no, by the way, we can stop everything right now and can go back to smoking, you don’t have to do this just because you think I want to.” He watches your face as you think over the options, and when your lips split into a wide grin, he knows you’ve made a decision.

“Eddie, if I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t still have you on my bed. Now get on with it before I think of going to Charlie Hugh.” Eddie’s kissing you again then, lips harsh against yours and his hands tying the belt around your wrists and securing them to the headboard.

This was new for you, and even though it first felt strange to have your hands incapable of taking what they want, gliding over smooth skin and digging your nails in as waves of pleasure took hold, you knew Eddie had a plan. He finally stripped off his leather jacket and shirt, revealing a lean torso and pale skin that was flecked with freckles and moles. He didn’t think it was much, and sure no one normally took much interest in his body, more focused on what he could do with his fingers and mouth and cock, but for a moment you tugged on your bounds, just wanting to touch him.

Eddie pulled a pocket knife out then, the blade glinting in the moonlight that streamed in through your window. You weren’t too worried about it until it came close to your skin, but when Eddie grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, you relaxed. He looked at you for permission and cut the fabric from your body once you nodded, revealing your breasts and stomach that suddenly Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off.

“And to think those sweaters have been hiding these, fuck, little one.” Eddie’s eyes are so dark, closer to black than the dark brown you’ve fallen in love with, and when his lips touch the curve of your left breast, he moans into your skin, eyes fluttering closed. He’s always been a man for tits, you’d always heard how he could cover a girl's tits in bites and bruises for a night, and right now you wouldn’t complain. And when he catches your nipple between his teeth, it has you gasping, back arching off the bed and towards him. He’s got you in the palm of his hand then, nipping and sucking against your skin as his other hand goes for your small sleep shorts.

Eddie doesn’t even bother taking them off your body, just shoves them to the side and slides his hand in between your shorts and your legs, eyes widening for a moment before they narrow with a wicked smile taking over his face. You’re so wet, and the man’s hardly touched you. He can feel your juices on his fingers, and he takes a few seconds to compose himself as he feels his dick hardening in his jeans.

“You know, I didn’t expect you to be this much of a whore, pretty thing. Soaking wet for me, and no underwear? If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you planned this whole night.” Eddie rips away your shorts then, and plunges his pointer finger into you, earning a loud moan from you. The room is so hot, summer air flooding in through the window, and as Eddie pumps his finger in and out of you, a sheen of sweat covers your body. He crooks the finger, making a come hither motion and it has you seeing stars, toes curling underneath him and mouth going slack.

He’s engrossed in the picture you’re panting against the bedspread, juices dripping down your thighs and falling onto the baby blue sheets. Your chest is heaving with heavy breaths, and for a couple of seconds, Eddie can’t stop staring at you. That is until you start to whine.

“Please, sir, fuck me, I’ve been good.” His fingers leave you right then, a teasing smirk settling on his face as he takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks the juices off.

“Oh, you think you’ve been a good little thing for me, do you? I’m not so sure about that. I think you need to earn your reward.” The kisses he leaves on your face are teasing, never fully on your mouth or giving you the relief you’re seeking, and when he gets off the bed to strip himself of his jeans and briefs, you start to wriggle against the sheets.

You can’t stop staring at his cock, it was thicker and longer than you expected it to be, and when Eddie catches you staring as he clambers back onto the bed, he can’t help but laugh before leaning down to kiss you, fast and hard as he lets a hand linger on your neck.

“Like what you see, little thing? Do you want to open your pretty mouth for me? C’mon, be a good brat.” He’s urging your mouth open gently, a finger slipping in between your lips as you whine in response, just wanting him as close to you as he can be. And then he’s sliding his cock in between your lips and you’re swallowing it down, slightly gagging as it hits the back of your throat. Eddie takes the hands that are bound, and after you adjust your angle, he squeezes them.

“Remember, we can stop at any time, just squeeze my hand when you need a rest.” You nod slightly to respond, and then you’re swallowing around him again, and bobbing your head up and down on his cock, taking him as deep as you can. His scent is strong, muskier than you expected it to be, and when you tongue him at the tip, his blissed-out groan sends vibrations down your throat. You watch him throw his head back, long messy hair stuck to his sweaty skin, and all you want to do is make him make those noises again, make him come down your throat until he can’t anymore.

“That’s it doll, such a good whore for me. Never thought I’d find such a pretty mouth to take my cock.” It’s sloppy and messy, and Eddie can’t help but watch as saliva pools at the corner of your mouth and mixes with his precum. He pulls out the, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips and watches as you lick at the tip, and all he wants to do is just you only for him. Make it so no one else even thinks of touching his darling.

Eddie squeezes your neck slightly then, tells you to let him know if it gets too much for you, and then he’s plunging back in and fucking your mouth with a vigour, hearing you gurgle and slurp around him as he pumps in and out. It’s euphoric for him, and he gets lost in the feel of your mouth around him, warm and wet and tight around the tip of his cock, and when he gets right to the edge of his peak, he tries to pull out.

“There we go, darling, so good for me. Now I’m gonna come, do you want it in your mouth, like the slut I know you are, or on your tits?” You open your mouth in response, tongue out and waiting for him, and with a few harsh tugs at his cock from his hand, he’s spilling into your mouth, breathing heavy and watching you with dark eyes and a fucked out expression. You swallow his cum down without a second thought, and then Eddie’s lunging in for a kiss, so in awe of you spread out on the bed for him.

This kiss is needy from the both of you, hot and messy and when Eddie pulls away you can’t help but whine, wanting him to stay close.

“Please, sir, I just need you.” That word, that ‘sir’ has him groaning against your mouth, already turned on again even after only coming moments ago. And he knows then that you’re getting desperate, can’t keep you on that edge for much longer before it becomes too much.

Eddie’s fingers are on your cunt then, massaging between your thighs and watching as your eyelids flutter in a blissful state. He gently slides his pointer finger in again, coaxing your walls to open slowly and watching as your juices coat his fingers, and for a moment all he can hear are your moans, loud and sweet against the sticky air the two of you are surrounded by.

“Shhh, hey, you gotta be quiet for me, doll. Can’t have the whole town knowing how much of a whore you’re being.” Unsurprisingly that has you moaning more, but Eddie just grins and leans up to kiss you, shutting you up with his mouth. His fingers are stretching you open, finding that little bunch of nerve that strikes a cord up your spine and then you’re arching up to him, trying to fill the space between the two of you.

He’s holding you tight, not letting you feel like you’re falling as he finger fucks you with three fingers then, and you can’t stop moaning, toes curling and goosebumps rising up on your skin as the pleasure increases, and when he adjusts himself so his mouth is over your mound, you’re gone, too blissed out to even process what’s happening as his tongue flicks over your clit and laps at your juices. Your thighs are shaking, around his head, but Eddie doesn’t mind, just lets a hand up to fondle your breast as you drip onto his tongue, and when he looks up, you’re nearly limp against the bed.

“Sir…Eddie, sir please, oh, OH.” He has you falling off the edge then, tongue gently tapping at your sweet spot and suddenly you’re coming, body arching off the bed into Eddie’s waiting arms, and you can feel the sheets being soaked against your bare thighs.

You’re shaking, and for a moment Eddie gets slightly worried when no sound leaves your mouth before you’re sucking in a loud breath and calling for him, and that’s when you notice that you’re not just coming, but you’re squirting against his fingers that are still inside you. He pulls them out then, wipes them on the sheets and tugs you to him, not wanting to overwhelm you with sensations to your cunt, and you just fall into him, mouth open and eyes closed.

“You know…I expected tonight to be good, but not that good. Are you trying to ruin me, sir?” Your words are soft against Eddie’s chest, and even though you’re exhausted, you can’t help but still rile him up. He’s unbound your hands by this point, belt somewhere on the other side of the room and your hands are on his skin, gliding over his chest and back.

“I swear to god, doll, you keep calling me sir and I won’t have you walking for a week.” You smirked, leaning up to kiss him gently.

“And what if that was my plan all along? C’mon Eddie Munson, I thought you were going to show me how a proper man treats his date.” Before you can even finish speaking, Eddie’s got you against the pillows, his figure looming over you and his hair curtaining either side of your face.

“Oh don’t worry, sweet thing, I’m not done with you yet. Now please tell me you have a condom somewhere in this room.” You gesture to the bedside table, and Eddie finds what he needs in a couple of minutes, a hand never leaving your skin. He makes quick work of the condom, ripping open the wrapper and letting you tug him to full hardness again before he puts it on. He looks down at you then, grabbing your hand in his. “Are you okay? We can stop now if you need.”

“Please, Eddie, I just need you, only you.” He nods, kisses you quick and then lines himself up with your entrance, and pushes in slowly, stopping to let you adjust. Your arms are around his neck, keeping him close to you and slowly, your body relaxes to him, and after a nod to Eddie and a tug of his hair, Eddie starts thrusting into you.

It’s so deep and slow, exactly like you needed and when he hikes your legs around his waist the new angle has you seeing stars, moaning in ecstasy and watching him as he focuses on giving you all the pleasure you deserve. Neither of you takes long to get to the edge, but you both want to last a little bit longer, so when you tug him down with his hair and kiss him sweetly, Eddie doesn’t argue, just wraps you into his arms and changes position again so that you’re in his lap and he’s kneeling on the bed, still deep inside you.

“Eddie, I’m so close baby, please, harder!” You’ve dropped the sir, but Eddie doesn’t mind, just holds you tighter and gives you exactly what you want, fucks up harder into you until your fingernails are digging into the skin of his back and your lower lip is clenched between your teeth. It’s euphoric, and with a loud whine against his skin, you’re coming again, dripping down and onto his thighs.

He can’t hold himself back any longer and thrusts a couple more times before he comes into the condom, slowing down so neither of you gets overstimulated. His lips press against the side of your head, breathing heavily as you cling to him, energy spent and body limp against his.

You hold each other for a while, but soon Eddie gets too uncomfortable with his thighs cramping in the position, and slowly he props you up against some pillows and discards the condom in the trash. You’re watching him, a soft smile on your face as your gaze follows his movements, humming when he comes back from the bathroom with a soft washcloth for between your legs. A couple of minutes later, you’re pulling him back to you, and resting against his chest, head in the crook of your neck. The both of you are still naked, but it’s too hot in the bedroom to get dressed again, and after Eddie pulls a thin sheet over the two of you, you let out a soft sigh.

“I didn’t realise I was missing out on so much.” He looks down at you after you speak, and hesitates when he sees your relaxed smile.

“I uh…hope I didn’t go too far.” Suddenly all his confidence is gone, the adrenaline wore off and with you resting against him he still can’t believe what happened. “I mean, I don’t regret spending the night with you at all, I just hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable by calling you a whore and a slut…I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey, woah, Eddie, baby. You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I promise.” You look away then, fiddling with one of his rings that are sure to have left indents on your skin. “To be honest, it surprised me, but I kind of…enjoyed it? And you know I would have told you to stop if I didn’t like it.” You watch Eddie closely, but he nods, a look of relief covering his face. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by calling you sir.”

“Hell, doll, that might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, don’t be sorry about that. Now come here, one thing you should never miss out on is post-sex cuddles.” He tugs you to him, kissing your cheek and throwing a leg over yours to keep you close.

“Thank you, Eddie, for tonight.” You’re yawing against his chest by then, sleep pulling you under, but Eddie doesn’t mind, just makes sure that the sheet covers you and that you’re comfortable.

“No need to thank you, baby, the pleasure was all mine.” He closes his eyes then, knowing you’re already asleep, but he can’t help but smile, because even if he never gets another chance with you, he still got to spend a night with you, and that’s more than he ever thought he’d get.

And the next morning, he’s still in the bed with you when you wake up, he hasn’t snuck out the window or left a dorky note like you’ve come to expect, and for a moment, you hope it’s not the end of the two of you together.

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this is a rebel love song | e.m. | 18+ ONLY!!!

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: a (not depicted) detention lands you right were you want to be, a sex riddled weekend with your crush. the only problem is you’ve got it bad for him and now the weekend is coming to an end. are you ready for things to go back to the way they were or do you want more..?

warnings/kinks: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, smut, dacryphilia, mutual pining, pet names, princess, fingering, porn with plot (kinda), praise!kink, possessiveness, unprotected sex, p in v, light breeding!kink, sprinkle of perv!eddie, cum/ass eating, fluff fluff fluff!

word count: 7k+

note: when I say I’m over it, I mean it. this beast got away from me entirely. it’s a dumpster fire and I’m extremely nervous as it’s my first *full* fic I’ve ever posted on here. I couldn’t trash the ol’girl tho so here y’all go.

just as a little disclaimer, I am 100% dyslexic and have a pretty rough time with grammar. (apologizes) all comments and general criticisms are very much welcome, but totally not expected!!

A delicate strand of hair fell from over your shoulder, obscuring your view as you sat with one knee pressed into your chest and the other lazily outstretched across Eddie Munson’s comforter.

Unconsciously you replaced the lock behind your ear, turning the page on the DnD magazine you had been scanning through absentmindedly.

“You know you’re kinda beautiful, right?”

You looked up to see Eddie staring at you from the other end of the room. The early morning sunlight that seeped in through the thin curtains bathing him in a warm glow, turning his brown doeish eyes into a beautiful shade of gold.

“It’s rude to talk about yourself like that all the time,” you said, playfully leaning forward and placing your elbows on the bed. You rested your chin in the palms of your hands as you stared at him.

He really had no idea how long you had pined for him. How your body had screamed at nearly every instance of even somewhat close proximity. He had been the bane of your existence for what felt like an eternity and now here you were, a detention of all things having brought you together.

“Shut up!” he chuckled, a cocky grin plastering itself across his face.

“You know you’re the pretty one!” You raised your eyebrows, sticking your tongue out before giving him a soft sweet smile.

Suddenly Eddie’s flirtatious nature faltered, his expression becoming thoughtful. You didn’t understand it entirely, and to your misfortune, just as quickly as it had come it was gone.

“Mmm nope!” he pressed his lips together in a hard line. “I don’t think so.”

Standing up from where he’d been digging through his dresser, he shook his head, waving his hands around. A mischievous, albeit slightly devilish smile tugging at the corners of his full lips.

Almost instinctively you closed the magazine you’d already half forgotten about, throwing it on the nightstand before looking back at him, watching tentatively as he stalked towards you.

You couldn’t help but admire how the thin black cut off he had slept in clung to his chest and biceps. Or how his flannel boxers had ridden lower on his hips than you remembered. The outline of his huge endowment, evident beneath.

“I hate to break it to ya, princess,” Eddie sucked on his teeth, “but you're the hottie of the relationship.”

He came to stand directly beside you, and you quickly averted your eyes from where they had been burrowing into his underwear, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.

Swinging your short legs off the bed you intended to stand, but almost immediately he engulfed you, his hips locking you into place underneath him as he straddled your knees.

You swallowed hard, a soft chuckle reverberating through his chest as he watched your once collected expression morph into that of desire. Before you could say or do anything however, he began to ghost the tips of his fingers across the tops of your bare thighs.

Instantly a tingling sensation spread like wildfire through your body, his large ring clad hands coming to rest on either side of you as he lowered his towering frame, his palms pressing firm into the mattress.

You were stunned as you began to feel his weight hit you, a slick heat pooling low in your gut. But right before his lips could find yours you found yourself compelled to scurry back up the bed.

Lingering just far enough away that he couldn’t kiss you, yet still close enough to feel his hot breath skate over your skin, you tilted your head. His confused, yet beautiful stare meeting yours.

“So a relationship’s what we're calling it now?”

You knew what you were doing, fighting the sickly feeling that you’d steadily beaten back for two solid days. You’d tried to tell yourself it would only hurt more the longer you kept things going. The inevitably of normalcy the following morning when you passed each other in the halls or class like nothing had happened your own personal plight to bear. The part of you that saw reason though shrunk by the second around him.

In an act of defiance you leaned in just far enough that your lips could graze his.

“Well?” You breathed into him, watching as a rumble built in his chest at your teasing.

Eddie looked down at you through a hazy lust filled gaze, his breath catching short as his large brown eyes fluttered closed.

His long lashes kissed his cheeks as his soft pink lips separated ever so slightly. He was so incredibly delicious to witness you found yourself awestruck by him even as you tried being the instigator.

Suddenly, his eyes flew back open, surprising you as he appeared to recover entirely. Titling his own head, he looked at you strangely, his posture mirroring yours, but in an over the top and extravagant way.

“Well, ya? We're like together-together now.” he chuckled, looking between you and the wall.

A vacant expression glossed over your face as his dark curly hair cascaded down over his shoulders. You were entirely unsure as to whether you should take him seriously or not. The part of you that wanted so deeply for him, the part that hoped against hope, raging inside the confines of your mind.

Eddie seemed to notice your struggle despite your best efforts at trying to remain composed. Bumping his nose into yours lightly, he attempted to call your attention back to him.

“M’not kidding with you, babe,” his eyes grew wide as his mouth fell open, one of his hands coming to drag a piece of his hair over his face.

“What? You scared to cross over to the dark side and be known as the town freak’s girl?”

The spell his words had over you broke instantly and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him, becoming aware that he was, in fact, fucking with you.

Still.. there was a part of you that couldn’t help but wonder why he shifted his weight back and forth, why he looked at you almost nervously?

Shaking your head, you forced yourself to snap out of it, realizing that the oddity of his behavior had probably been conjured up entirely by your imaginative subconscious.

Against your better judgment, you decided to entertain his little game. Tenderly wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling him on top of you.

His lips found yours within seconds, kissing you with a dominating and forceful, but also somehow gentle passion.

You couldn’t help but to whimper brokenly when he began to part with you, his mouth claiming you in an entirely new way as he came to nip and kiss at your jaw.

You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it, enough of him. The room almost appearing to breathe as your desire-addled mind struggled to make sense of anything other than his delicate yet ravenous kisses.

“Jesus you’re a cheap date, Munson,” you told him as he came to suck at the spot just below your ear. “I spend a couple nights over and you’re already trying to get me to join forces with you?”

You continued with your charade, desperately playing off how badly you wanted for him and for that very thing.

“Yup, couldn’t think of a better recruitment method if I tried.” he responded jovaly, his small smile breaking against your skin.

The sheer base of his voice was more than enough to send a shiver of pleasure to your core. And he, of course, knew what he had done to you. Even if he didn’t entirely understand the context of why it turned you inside out.

Capturing your lips with his again, Eddie wasted no time stalling your attempt at recovery, moaning deeply into your mouth as his tongue explored every inch of you. The taste of his toothpaste and the morning's first cigarette clinging to him just as much as you did.

You were almost too encapsulated by the way in which he lapped at your bottom lip to notice when his heavy hands moved from the sheets and slipped seamlessly under your shirt.

“Mmm,” he whispered against your flush face, his fingertips leaving a map of goosebumps wherever they went. “I like this.”

You watched through your own lustful gaze as his eyes gestured down between you and the ripped and largely oversized Iron Maiden shirt he had given you to wear.

“You like seeing me in your clothes?” Your brows furrowed lightly. “Why?”

Unfazed Eddie relinquished you from the hold his mouth had over your brain. Dragging the bridge of his nose down your neck as his eyelashes tickled your throat.

“Because,” he breathed.

You felt his hands slip away, trailing further and further down your sides before finally grabbing fistfuls of your hips.

“Because why?” you asked him, shivering as he pressed his nose along your chest, your question lingering in the air between you as you felt his growing bulge press into your thigh.

As much as you tried to focus you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking up against him. The stiffness of his cock against you collapsing your chest as well as your mind.

“Because..” he trailed off, pecking your collar bone before slowly bringing his lips to your ear.

”You're my girl and I like seeing you in it.”

Abruptly Eddie sat upright, tucking you into his chest as he crawled across the bed, moving the two of you to the far corner.

A shocked gasp racked through your body as you felt hot tears spring to the corners of your eyes.

You hadn’t expected that answer, and you realized it had been a calculated mistake assuming you could handle his overpowering presence, a mistake nonetheless though.

Unable to deny it anymore, you felt your resolve break against the wall that was him, your carefully constructed composure shattering into a million different pieces as he settled you into his lap.

“Hey what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, propping himself up against the wall.

Suddenly you felt very raw and exposed, dropping your head as you willed the moisture in your eyes to dissipate. When they refused to leave you sighed, placing the palms of your tiny hands on his chest.

“It’s nothing,” you said.

Flexing your fingers you tried distracting yourself, tracing the outline of the pick necklace he always wore.

“It’s absolutely not nothing?” Eddie called you out, fear and worry cloaking his voice. “We can stop if you want to, s’ok, I promise.”

When you didn’t respond he placed his forehead against yours, forcing you to look at him as his hair tickled your face. You felt his eyes stare deeply into you as more tears brimmed at your waterline.

He really would be your undoing.

“No it’s not that, it’s just,” you paused, at war with yourself as you choked back a sob. “Do you really mean that?”

Your voice came out so temedly at first you didn’t think he had heard it. But as he pulled back from you he blinked.

“What? The shirt thing?” His brows knit together. You could visibly see your words bouncing around inside his skull.

You nodded, still refusing to meet his eye. You were outright ashamed that you were actually speaking to him about how you felt. After all, you had only very recently started up your little ‘relationship’ with him. Now you weren’t even allowing it a moment to breathe before completely unraveling the whole thing over a crush you had secretly harbored for him forever.

A short silence passed between the two of you as Eddie blinked again. A look unlike anything you had ever seen crossing his face.

“Wait, do you want me to mean it?” His voice went several octaves higher than normal, his tone absolutely saturated with a mixture of both genuineness and mischief.

“Maybe,” you admitted, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to hide your own emotion.

The click in his mind was almost audible as you slowly felt his hand sliding up to cup your face.

“Aww, baby..” Eddie whined at you, his fingers on your cheek petting you gently. “Look at me please, let me see those pretty eyes for a second.”

Begrudgingly you obeyed him, his intrusive stare searching yours, looking for something so closely guarded by your heart that you almost refused to let him see.

“Does someone really wanna be my girl?” He skated the pad of his thumb over your lips as he spoke, the other coming to snake across your shoulder, resting at the back of your head as his fingers brushed through your hair.

You truly couldn’t help the way your mouth fell open or the way your breath stuck in your throat. You fought back another sob as you felt yourself clench and ache for him.

“You really do wanna be the town freak’s girl, don’tcha, princess?”

Eddie began to smile hungrily at you, turning his head so that he could look down at you from underneath hooded eyes.

You gasped, several tears slipping free and falling down your face. Whatever consequences were to follow be damned. You would have killed and maimed and tortured for the man that sat beneath you. The fire that he created within your soul and the apex of your thighs driving you to near insanity.

“I do!” you cried, your dam breaking as more tears of desire fell from you. “Pleaseee, make me yours, Eds! I wanna be yours so bad!”

An earth shattering smile lit up his face at your near incomprehensible response. From between your legs you felt his cock twitch. A truly primal and greedy sound ripping from his throat as he came to suck and pull at the flesh at the base of your neck.

The press of his teeth biting into your too warm skin created an almost indescribable ecstasy within you. His hands all but turning you into a withering, muling, convulsing mess of need as he shoved them back under your shirt, tugging and pawing at your touch starved breast.

“Poor baby, s’no need to cry,” he coode, outright pillaging and burning every ounce of you with his wet sucking kisses.

“You thought I was joking with you, hmm?” his hands moved from your tits, sliding across your ribs as his long fingers nearly interlaced across your back. “But I wasn’t.. Wanted you all to myself too, my sweet girl..”

Gripping you tightly to himself, Eddie ground his stiff cock up into your heat, a soft growl escaping him as you felt his length rutting into you. Another of his kisses sloppily invading your mouth as he rocked you back and forth on top of him.

After a few bated moments, his grip finally came to loosen, his eyes falling closed as he inhaled deeply through his nose.

Guideding you backwards, he laid you between his spread legs, your hips becoming trapped beneath his arms as your shirt rode up, exposing your black cotton panties to him along with all of your shame.

“Ahh- Would you look at that,” Eddie opened his eyes, drawing out his words as he hurriedly pulled his palms out from under you.

One heavenly hand came to rest on the skin of your belly, pressing flat as the metal of his rings sent sparks all across your skin. His other hand traveled much further down, coming to inspect the large damp spot you had produced between your legs.

You didn’t know why or how you found the brain cells to speak to him, but before you realized it you felt the words tumbling from your lips.

“You really wanna be with me too, Eds?”

You felt yourself nearly scream as he slid his middle finger down your center, pressing it into your folds through the fabric of your underwear.

“Yeah baby, have ever since I first saw you,” he answered without thinking.

“Wha-” Your shock lodged itself in your chest as his scorching touch overwhelmed you, his finger stroking your cunt yet again.

“We’re in Mrs. O'donnell's class together, member?” His tongue darted out briefly from between his tight lips. “Saw you reading one of my favorite books at the start of the year.”

He paused dramatically for a heartbeat. “Y’know you talk without realizing it sometimes, like when you’re reeeally invested in something?”

His voice was the only thing that could have pulled your mind from its sex riddled grave.

Unable to speak, you shook your head no, his lazy and effortless stokes destroying you.

“But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered..” He began reciting what he had apparently heard you say all that time ago.

You listened to him recount the memory intently, mimicking first you then how he imagined the character to sound. You were sure he was almost completely unaware that to you his voice was all consuming, so playful, so full of lust, so maddening.

When he paused, your eyes locked with his, a single one of his fingers slipping under the seam at the side of your panties.

“Usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t,” he cocked his head to the side before a downright demonic expression took over him.

Suddenly you couldn’t hear anything at all. Without realizing it he had turned his hand over so that his palm faced the ceiling, his same finger sliding down your slit before plummeting inside of you.

A racket gasped burst from your chest, your wet lashes fluttering against your checks as you bit back more tears. You could feel yourself squeeze around him, your swollen walls still tender and bruised from the night before.

Leaning slightly over your body, Eddie's voice came back to you, a softer, more compassionate tone replacing the one from before.

“Shhh, s’ok sweet girl. I know-I know.” He pressed down lightly on your stomach with the palm that still resided there.

“You started to cry that day in class too.. just like now,” his chest heaved. “Don’t think you even knew you’d started reading out load..”

You felt his finger beginning to move between your legs, curling softly back as he stroked your insides, his thumb making its way to your clit, still shielded by the cloth of your panties, circling it with only the lightest of touches.

“But I knew,” he said, slowly withdrawing his hand just far enough to pair a second digit with the first.

“It’s when I decided I never wanted to see you cry like that again.” His hips brushed up lightly into the air between you, his aching cock begging for attention but he refused to pay it any mind.

“Not unless it was because you were being stretched out by my thick fucking cock,” he whispered, thrusting into your cunt and curling his fingers in just the right way, hitting that special spot deep within you.

You felt your back arch and your eyes roll back into your head. The thralls of your orgasam sudden and devastating as your hips stuttered against his hand.

Eddie didn’t relent however, his merciless hand bring you higher and higher off the bed, his fingers contorting inside of you as he forcefully carried you through your pleasure.

At some point during it all a part of you realized he liked seeing you like this. A helpless little puppet forced to dance on past its limits by the strings of its master.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie moaned, a gutteral impenetrable sound. “That’s my good girl!”

After a time you realized he had begun to still inside you, your mind little by little breaking through the barrier your release had caused. You became aware that his other hand that had been on your belly had moved and was now helping to drop you back down onto his stained sheets.

Sliding from within you gently, Eddie brought his fingers to his face, inspecting them as your juices beaded and connected the two fingers that your body had just claimed.

“Did such a good job for me..” he said and you became a woman absolutely possessed as you sat upright, witnessing with your own two eyes how he pressed his middle and ring finger delicately between his lips, sucking them into his mouth as he stared at you with half open eyes tasting you on his skin.

You were on top of him before you could fully process what you were doing, your hand gripping the throbbing bulge at the front of his boxers. You needed to touch him, to feel him.

Wrapping your hand around his cock through his underwear, your free arm came to rest at the back of his head, your nails digging into his hair.

“Mine,” you said, unsure rather you were phrasing it as a question or a statement.

Eddie let his hand fall from his mouth, limply bring it to rest on the curve of your ass before squeezing it lightly. A breathless toothy smile enraptured his face as you pressed the tip of your thumb over his throbbing head, precum staining his clothing.

“All yours, baby.” His head lolled back into your grasp as your hand traced his length, slipping inside his waistband before giving him a gentle pump.

“Ah-” Eddie’s mouth fell open, his thighs twitching as you brought him out. “Oooh,” he breathed, helping you remove his boxers before you took him again.

Your touch was ironclad, stroking him from stem to stern in long sweeping motions, the soft skin of his veiny cock like velvet beneath your palm.

Occasionally you’d lean over to let spit dribble from your mouth onto his swollen tip, the pill of his moans and gasps rivaling the very voice of God as you did so.

When Eddie’s expression become tortured, his panting breaths desperate as he rutted into your hold helplessly, you finally relinquished him.

Dragging your hands away, you brought them to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

His mouth laid claim to yours as he sat up, taking you with him as he hooked his thumbs into your panties, his calloused hands scaling down your thighs as he slid them off.

When you tried to remove your shirt, he outright refused to allow you to, bodily pulling you into him.

Sitting back up against the wall Eddie tucked his legs underneath him, bringing yours to wrap around his waist at the ankle.

You were absolutely captivated as your tongues explored each other. The sounds of your lust, depraved and sickening. The bruising kisses you placed onto each and every one of his tattoos turning his body into a live wire as you cemented yourself to him.

Leaning you back over the bed, one of his strong arms came to cradle you against his chest, the head of his cock slipping lightly in between the lips of your cunt as he rocked himself into you.

“I need to be inside you, baby,’ he said, his tongue darting out from his mouth as he thrusted.

“My sweet girl gonna let me inside her?” His voice trailed off as he became consumed by where his thoughts had led him.

“Let me stretch her out..”

You threw your head back, his mouth coming to claim your throat as he whimpered against your skin, the sounds he made pleading.

“Fill her up.. show her she’s mine..?”

“Please, Eds!” You cried, your hips grinding down into him beggingly.

Eddie made an exasperated sound as he took himself in hand, lining his head with your sopping entrance, slipping inside just far enough to make you groan.

“Are you sure you're ready for me, baby?” The restraint he had was masterful, but you could feel him trembling against you, his voice cracking.

“Pleeasse!” You almost screamed and Eddie answered, pushing himself forward, inch by agonizing inch sinking deep within you until you were mounted at his hilt.

“Fuckk,” he gasped, his grip around you faltering for just a moment.

When he recovered he coiled his arm up and around your back, his hand coming to cling at the nap of your neck. With his other he braced the two of you over the bed keeping your figures suspended.

“Still can’t believe how fucking tight you are, babe!”

Moisture collected in the corner of your eyes. It hurt badly being that full, and you were already so painfully sore. His girth truly made you believe as though you were being torn in half, but it was only in the best and most delicious of ways. The sting and the pleasure melding together into one.

You felt a single tear escape you, slipping silently down your cheek. Before you could brandish it away Eddie’s lips captured it between the corner of your mouth and chin.

Embarrassment flooded you all at once, you didn’t want him to think he was too much, even if he had already said otherwise. You wanted this. You needed it! You didn’t think you could have gone another second on this earth without it.

“I’m sorry E-“ you began to say. But before you could finish he was cutting you off.

“Shhh, s’ok,” he mumbled.

His hips, which had remained still since he buried himself within you, began to move. The time allowed almost enough for you to accommodate his massive size.

“Told you..” he fought for control of himself, “this is the only time I wanna see you cry over me.” He used the leverage he had on your neck to bring you crashing down onto him.

Suddenly his cock hit your spot, another tear tumbling down your face as he moved his lips to claim that one too.

“Ahhh,” his moan was ethereal, “Fuck, my baby looks so fucking pretty when she cries on my dick.”

Gasping he worked himself into you. His thrusts unyielding even as slowly as they came, before long you were a train wreck of sobbing tears and want. You knew there would never be another for you. No one could ever come close to the ways in which he ripped you apart and put you back together with pieces of himself.

You felt your belly begin to tighten and your walls choke him. You were so close to yet another release that your lips quivered, your swollen bud bumping against his stomach with each and every thrust.

“Is my girl gonna cum for me?” Eddie placed kisses against the skin around the collar of your shirt, sensing your impending doom.

You couldn’t speak, the hot white light searing behind your closed eyes nearly strangling you as your nails bit into his back.

“You gotta cum for me, baby. “Can’t give my pretty girl what she wants until she cums.”

He withdrew from inside you almost completely, hammering his cock back into your cunt once.. twice.. three times..

That was it. That was all it took.

You felt yourself fall headfirst into yet another orgasam. Your chest heaving as your hips seized.

“Eddddiee!” you called his name, your voice almost unrecognizable even to your own ears as he pressed you into his chest.

Sitting up, the hand that had been bracing both of you against the bed snaked under his other, attaching itself to you at your waist.

“That’s it, that’s it! I got you, sweetheart!” Eddie hissed, his pace quickening only slightly as you clung to him, your gummy walls convulsing around him.

“Gonna show you how much I really want you-” he panted, the greed in his tone almost violent “-how you belong to me!”

His ruts punctuated each word he spoke, his motion becoming uncontrolled as the sound of your bodies slapping into each other filled the quiet trailer.

“Gonna fill you up,” he spat at you through gritted teeth “let you know you're my fucking girl- you’re my fuckin-”

An outright suffocated gasp cut him off, his cock twitching as you felt thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He didn’t stop immediately, he couldn’t, fucking into you steadily before eventually slowing and stilling altogether.

Your brain was fuzzy and your body exhausted, but your heart still fluttered in your chest as he nestled his face between your breasts, breathing you in deeply as he came down, his soft content sigh filling the musty air around you.

After a moment the arms that still held you in his lap tightened, embracing you in a bone crushing hug as you wrapped your arms around his head, your fingers tangling into his messy hair.

Tipping you onto the bed, Eddie laid you both on your side. He was still inside you, and he didn’t appear to want to change that anytime soon. Every once in awhile purposefully twitching his cock, messaging his cum into your walls and making you jump.

There was a blissful quiet that passed between the pair of you, his face eventually snuggling into your neck before pulling away so that he could kiss your chin.

“Wasn't exactly how I wanted to do that, but I’ll take it,” he said, his eyes were hardly open, but his smile was sappy.

You knew he was being absolutely petulant, but you admitted, if only to yourself, that your were over the moon.

“I thought you were just being arrogant.” you told him, a touch anxious.

Eddie laughed softly to himself. “Naw, that’s not my style babe, despite what people may think.”

He wagged his eyebrows at you boyishly and your heart almost stopped. You were completely and utterly enamored with this guy and the whole time he had been blatantly confessing his own desire for you.

“Did you ever think that getting a detention would land us here?” you asked him, petting through his thick sweaty hair.

“Never would have guessed.” he mumbled, finally allowing himself to slide free from you, giving one last thrust back into your cunt before wrapping you up in another tight hug.

You winced at his exit. A seeping feeling between your legs leaving you dazed and more than a little breathless.

“Might have always wanted something like it to happen though,” he said, “but you didn’t hear that from me.”

You laughed as you hugged him back, suddenly being drawn out as he looked at you curiously.

“Wait, hold on a minute?” he looked at you pointedly, “How long have you had it bad for Eddie ‘the freak Munson?”

You felt your cheeks heat immediately, turning away from him to hide your awkwardness. He didn’t allow you to get far, his face nuzzling into your reddened skin as he peppered kisses across your face.

“No you’re gonna answer my question, can’t just leave me hanging here.” Eddie broke away from you, rubbing his nose along the side of your cheek, bringing his index finger up to tap yours lightly on the tip before resting his thumb on the side of your jaw.

“Mines definitely not as-” you struggled, looking down at his bare chest, becoming distracted as you traced the bruie you had left on his spider tattoo, “-hot as yours?“

“S’ok, I just wanna know,” he said.

His big beautiful brown eyes watched you patiently. It was clear he was genuinely invested in what you had to say and it left you feeling overwhelmed.

Rolling onto your back and away from him, you placed your arms above your head, folding them under you as you looked up at the dirty roof.

“It was my sophomore year and I had just moved here.” You thought back on that day and how vividly the memory had stuck with you.

“I got lost looking for one of my classes and I somehow ended up in the drama room.”

You looked over at him, biting the inside of your lip as you saw him fight as hard as any one man could to remember something that had taken place nearly 3 year prior.

When it became clear that he had no idea what you were talking about, you laughed.

“Don’t hurt yourself, I didn’t actually talk to you that day. Or really ever, not until we met in detention that is.”

A curious expression clouded Eddie’s face as he propped himself up on one elbow.

“Why not?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Well.. if I’m being honest I didn’t even noticed you at first. I was too busy realizing someone was setting up for a DnD game to comprehend that you were there,” you giggled.

“I had played back home and it was..” You didn’t know why you suddenly became nervous but it stifled you as you tried to continue.

“I-It was the first time since I left that I felt like everything was gonna maybe be okay. Like there was some sliver of hope that I would fit in here.”

You felt your face fall slightly unable to look at him even as you sensed his unwavering attention.

“That’s when all your friends came in, I don’t think anyone even noticed me. B-But that’s when I finally saw you..”

Your eyes went wide, speaking as if you’d seen the sun for the very first time and were trying to describe it to another by memory.

“I-I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak. I had absolutely no fucking idea what to do, you were just so..”

You chuckled breathlessly, at a loss for words. You knew how embarrassing it all sounded and if he had looked at you oddly you most likely would have never recovered.

“I left as fast as I could after that. I found out more about the Hellfire Club later, but by then I had already built you up too much in my head and scared myself out of trying to join.. I spent the next couple of years with my eyes either glued to you or avoiding you like the plague.”

From beside you Eddie remained quiet for some time, a snicker building within him until it was erupting from his belly causing him to shake and rattle the bed.

“What?” You asked, your own laughter a mixture of confusion and contagiousness.

“Your just so fucking cute!” Eddie sighed, his face wrinkling as his laughter faded.

Your heart skyrocketed into your throat as he leaned over to kiss you. The first time chaste, the second deep and searing.

“No really?” you said, finally able to catch your breath as he pulled you back into him, laying your head against his chest.

“You're just so innocent, and I’ve been jerking off to you since first semester!”

You felt your mouth begin to salivate and a knot forming in your belly. It was getting ridiculous how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess.

“What?” He said, noticing your compromised state. “Did you think I was just being arrogant about Mrs. Odonalls class too?”

The look he gave you was filthy and the gust of air you let out through your nose was entirely due to your inability to scream.

“I didn’t even know I had a whole crying thing till I met you.” he said, brushing his lips over your forehead as he thought.

“God, but I could not get you out of my fucking head. It got so bad at some point I started having to jerk off before class just so I didn’t have a hard on the whole damn time.”

Eddie pulled back, suddenly realizing he might have said too much. His dark eyes searching yours, trying to gauge your reaction.

You really had no idea what to say, and maybe it spoke more to your character than to his, but deep down you didn’t think you’d ever heard something as mind numbingly titillating as the image of him stroking him self to the thought of you and you alone.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out,” he said sheepishly. “You were just so fucking hot and-” he tried to explain himself as you abruptly smacked him on the chest.

“Be serious,” you said, only slightly amused.

“I am!” he finally grinned, relaxing a bit at your apparent acceptance of his less than noble intentions.

“You do know you're actually beautiful, right?” he looked at you suspiciously, having been struck by the thought.

You rolled your eyes at him again changing the subject, “So you wanted to fuck me all year, big deal? Why do you wanna be with me now all of a sudden?”

He narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, but eventually continued.

“I don’t know, after awhile I couldn’t stop thinking about you in other ways either,” he sighed lightly.

“Never thought I’d get the chance to do anything about it though, didn’t think you’d ever care as much about me as you do The Lord of the Rings.”

Eddie finished, laughing bodily as his head fell back at his joke.

“Careful Munson,” you challenged him, “I might already be half way there!”

You started to laugh with him, but you felt it die in your throat as he looked down at you, his eyes growing slightly sad.

“So you really wanna do this then.. Be together?”

If ever anyone had told you that Edward Munson could sound feeble you wouldn’t have believed them. But in that moment, you truly thought the man had never known love or acceptance by anyone. His decision to lay it all out on the line, entirely dependent on you.

“I’d like that Ed..” you said, your voice shaking as you fought your excitement. “I’d really like that.”

“Good,” he let out a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding. “I guess you can keep the shirt then.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him, his own toothy grin answering yours. You blinked and suddenly you were on your back again, his hands pinning your arms above your head as he knelt sprawled between your legs.

At the shocked look on your face he became more gentle, releasing your hands and skating them down over your body, his thumbs coming to hook under your shirt before lifting it up to expose your breasts.

His first came to knead gently at them as he spoke.

“So fucking perfect,” he told you. “Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Bringing his face closer he took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as if it offered him his very salvation.

He ended up spending a dedicated amount of time on either one, but it wasn't until he began to trail lower that your head snapped up, your moans ragged as you tried to speak.

“Eddie- ahh d-don’t, you just-”

The look he gave you as he kissed your belly button stopped you dead in your tracks, desire causing your jaw to go slack. You watched as he kissed his way further and further down your body, his hot breath skating over your mound.

He didn’t look away from you as he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue as he lowered his head. You bit your lip to conceal your scream as he sank into his place between your thighs, gripping them tightly as he forced you open for him.

The wet press of his tongue spreading your lips was electrifying, his face melting into your heat as his nails dug into your soft flesh. He took his time working your clit, sucking and lapping at it until your hands were cradling his head and your hips were thrusting into his face. That’s when he began to go even lower, working his was to your fucked out hole, tasting the mixture of the two of you from its source.

He let out a long heaving moan as he drank from you, the sound vibrating into every facet of your being. He didn’t stop there however, his hands letting go of your thighs and sliding underneath the swell of your ass, pushing your hips up as he followed the trail to your tight virgin button.

“Eddie st-” You gasp feeling his tongue swipe over it, coming back to dip into your cum filled cunt.

His hands returned to their original post, rubbing circles into the meat of your thighs, calming you as well as assuring you he wasn’t gonna do anything you weren’t sure of yet. You found yourself almost begging for it shortly after though, offering every part of yourself to him, both body and soul as his tongue took turns fucking into both of your holes.

The trill of orgasams that followed became a staple in your mind. You doubted the desire for one another would ever truly be sated even as the time for you to go came and went and you were forced to get up and get dressed.

Eddie hadn’t been joking about the shirt either, outright insisting that you keep it, going as far as to tell you how happy it would make him to watch his sweet girl wear it to class the next day. You agreed, all too ready to please him.

When you motioned to leave he grabbed his keys and boastfully announced that you weren’t going to get away that easy, mistakenly believing that you’d be walking anywhere ever again. It made you laugh, the two short miles to your house from his not nearly enough time for you to say your goodbyes.

“Don’t go just yet, please..” Eddie whimpered, his hand on your wrist pulling you away from the door handle. His big black van parked out by the curb in front of your run down house.

You could see your Father’s truck in the driveway and the anxiety you felt made it an easy decision for you to let him slip you back into his lap. One large hand taking your chin as the other grabbed a fistful of your ass.

You stayed like that, kissing for what felt like hours, the sun sinking low in the sky as dusk became nightfall.

It wasn’t until the threat of more that you finally squeezed yourself against him, drawing back as you pecked his kiss swollen lips.

“You gonna sleep alright without me tonight?” He asked.

“I’ve never doubted anything more in my life,” you giggled, crawling back into the passenger seat and opening the door.

“Well at least try for me, babe.” Eddie smirked, turning the key and starting the engine.

You felt his eyes watch you every step of the way as you got out, turning to look back at him from your front porch. He blew a kiss at you as you waved him goodbye, your heart skipping several beats as you opened your front door and closed it, locking it quietly behind you.

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#.... i am terrified tbh #like i kinda wanna throw up #i left myself room enough that if anyone actually like this i can kinda build off it so there is a little bit of plot?? idk #anyway please dont throw tomatoes at me for the attempt at writing #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson smut fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fluff fic #nsft #mywriting #myem

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maladaptive-day-dreams · 1 year

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Wet Dream

Eddie x fem!reader, smut 18+, 2.8k words Inspired by these lyrics from Wet Dream by Wet Leg: What makes you think you're good enough / To think about me when you're touching yourself?

CW: mutual masturbation, sub!Eddie and then not so subby Eddie(so technically switch!eddie?), praise, enemies to lovers vibes, hate sex (unprotected p in v, wrap it up kiddos)

here ya go ya filthy animals (me included bc I wrote this and am feelin a lil depraved rn)

Eddie Tags: @eddiemunsonfuxks

You and Eddie Munson have had a rivalry since he started at Hawkins Elementary in 5th grade. Neither of you are sure how it started or why but both of you were always so annoyed with each other whenever you were in the same room with each other—so much so that the Principle was on a first name basis with your parents and Eddie’s Uncle Wayne, and they were on a first name basis with each other.

You won’t deny that Eddie is hot. You even agree to it when your girlfriends all fawn over him and his hair and his voice and his waist and his hands, god his hands. But you only ever admitted to you slight attraction to Eddie in the secrecy of girl’s night—and all your gal pals know not to say a word about it to anyone.

And then, Eddie started dealing drugs once you both started High School and Reefer Rick stopped selling to you and other high schoolers since he had an inside guy now. Taking away your go to dealer gave you a new reason to dislike Eddie. Now your attraction was annoyance and while picturing his lithe body and rough hands had definitely become a part of your ‘self care’ routine, just the thought of him soured your mood.

Your friend Paul was happy to be your little deal mule once you offered to throw in an extra $20 for his ‘services’ though. But then Paul got a lil greedy and only gave you half of your order the last two times you asked him to get you weed from Eddie. You obviously gave him a lil knockabout that might’ve resulted in a black eye and a busted lip, and you having to get your weed yourself now.

So that’s why you’re here. Pounding on Eddie’s trailer door at 11pm on a Friday night after you worked up the guts to get your own weed since you smoked your last mini joint—your attempt at making your last ounce last—yesterday night. But Eddie won’t open the fucking door.

“Eddie!” you berate through the door as you knock again.

No answer.

“Stupid, fucking asshole, he probably won’t open the door because it’s me. What a dick,” you mutter under your breath. “Paul mentioned a key somewhere on the porch for in case Eddie was asleep or in the bathroom or something when he came by. But where the fuck did he say it was?”

You lift up the doormat, nothing. Check in the mailbox by the door, nothing. Raise up one plant, nothing, next plant, nothing. The only thing left is a giant stone that looks way too heavy, but as you go to lift it it comes right up.

“Styrofoam with a wood insert for weight. Clever,” you laugh as you remove the key from its spot under the fake rock.

You knock three times again before giving a warning, “Eddie I’m coming in! You’ve got 20 seconds to put away any porn magazines!”

Putting the key in the handle, you turn it until theres a click and open the door. Stepping inside, you notice that it’s surprisingly clean compared to what you thought Eddie’s place would be like. You walk further inside and drop the key on the table by the door. Shoving your hands in your jean jacket pockets you call out again.

“Eddie? I know you’re here, your van is parked outside.”

You don’t get a response but you do hear noises coming from a room down the hall. Curious, you move towards it. The giant DIO poster on the door obviously means it’s Eddie’s room, but you could also tell because the door was cracked just enough for you to see Eddie face twisted up in concentration, forehead a little slick with sweat.

Realizing what he’s probably doing, you turn around quickly and start to step away and towards the front door but you stop dead in your tracks because Eddie just moaned your name.

“Y/N, fuck me, yes.” His voice was rougher than usual, laced with lust. You squeeze your thighs together, because even though you despise him that was fucking hot as hell to hear. But then you remember that you despise him and instead of walk away you swing open his door and ask a very hard and very surprised Eddie a question.

“What makes you think you’re good enough to think about me when you’re touching yourself?”

Eddie’s eyes are wide as he removes his hands from his hard dick and quickly tries to cover himself with a blanket.

“Fuck! Y/N what the fuck are you doing here?” He asks frantically.

“I came to get weed because I ran out and can’t trust Paul to give me what I pay for anymore.”

“You could’ve fucking knocked!” he yells in annoyance.

“I did! A lot! For like 10 minutes straight! It’s not my fault you were horny and too busy thinking about me to stop touching your cock and come sell me an ounce of weed!” Your chest rises up and down quickly after your outburst. “And again, Eddie. What makes you think you’re good enough to think about me when you’re touching yourself, huh?”

Eddie shrinks beneath your domineering gaze, trying to curl away from you. “I–“

“Ah ah ah,” you tsk, shifting closer to the edge of his bed. “Look at me, and answer my question.”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours and you can tell he’s a little subby baby, which brings a smile to your face.

“I–I’m sorry. I just, I won’t, I–“

“Why are you such a nervous lil boy, Eds? Do you think I’m mad at you?”

Eddie looks at you slightly confused, “you’re not mad?”

“Oh no baby, I’m not mad. I’m just surprised, and a little upset you didn’t ask for permission first.” His eyes go wide as you toe off your shoes and sit in front of him on his bed.

“‘m sorry,” he whimpers, bowing his head. “Can I?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you say, running a hand up his bare leg towards the blanket bundled on his lap. “Do you think you deserve to imagine me sucking you off when you rub yourself?”

His leg twitches under your soft touch and you can see his lower stomach muscles tighten at your dirty question.

“Tell me, Eddie baby, do you think of my mouth on your cock or my pussy?”

He groans and bucks his hips into the blanket slightly, muttering a silent apology.

“Answer me.”

“Both,” he gasps as your hand finds its way under the blanket, fingertips brushing his balls.

“Good boy,” you praise and Eddie whines. “I think I’ll let you finish fucking your hand.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide again, big brown eyes searching your face for a lie.

“But,” you pause. “You have to follow my directions, and look at me the whole time. Ok?”

He nods silently and eagerly.

“Words, Eddie. Gimmie your words.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Now take off the blanket and let me see you.”

Eddie’s hand reaches for the blanket covering himself and removes it slowly, dick jumping as he does.

“Fuck, your cock is so pretty Eds,” you say shifting a pillow behind you so you can sit comfortably, legs criss crossed. “You wanna touch yourself?”

“Please.”

“Ok, go ahead and stroke yourself, but keep it slow. Don’t want you cumming too soon.”

He does as you say, his dominant hand coming to grip himself at the base of his dick and slowly bringing it to the tip. He repeats the motion three times, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

“Good, now squeeze at the top this time.”

He does, and lets out the deepest groan you’ve heard from him yet. It grows from the center of his chest and releases as he squeezes his sensitive tip. You shift your hips at the sound, slightly grinding yourself on his bed. His eyes flick to your center as you do so and you decide in that moment to give him some fodder for his imagination. His eyes follow your hands as you reach down to rub yourself over your jean shorts, your strokes matching Eddie’s speed.

“Slow down baby,” you say as you unbutton your shorts and pull the zipper down. He doesn’t follow your directions and instead moves a little faster, so you halt your own movements. “Hey, Eddie, eyes up here.”

His eyes flick up immediately to meet yours. “Good boy. Slow down.” He nods and does as he’s told.

“Eye’s up still okay?” you half say, half ask. Once you’re certain he won’t look away, you resume your movements, placing your feet on the bed and lifting your hips to remove your shorts and panties. Settling back into the pillows with your legs butterflied to make sure Eddie can see you, you nod at him, allowing him to watch your hands as they trail down your clothed stomach to your mound.

You lightly trail your pointer and ring fingers down your lips, and run your middle finger through your slit on the upward stroke, Eddie sighing at the sight and sound of your arousal. You tease and circle your clit a few times before giving him his next instruction.

“Play with your balls while you watch me.”

Eddie’s free hand that was previously strangling the sheets to his side reaches below his dick to play with his heavy sack. The two of you stay like this for a few minutes, watching each other intently. Eddie touching and teasing and squeezing his balls while you circle and pinch your clit, working yourself into a heady haze, the coil in your belly starting to tighten.

“Ok baby. Stroke yourself to my rhythm,” you gasp shifting your fingers from your clit to your entrance. You circle yourself once, twice, before inserting a finger.

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters at the sight of you fingering yourself. His hand resumes it’s place on his throbbing cock. You match each other’s pacing, Eddie fucking his hand as fast as you ride your own.

Both of you are panting as you watch each other, Eddie’s eyes glued to where your fingers disappear into your cunt, and yours glued to the rough fuck of Eddie’s hand on his dick. “I–fuck–I’m close baby. Are you almost there? Are you ready to let go?”

Eddie can’t talk, his hazy desire covers him in want, but his eyes meet yours, his mouth dropped open in a moan. “Let go, Eds.”

He does, covering his stomach in his release as the coil in your stomach snaps and you coat your hand with your own release. Your moans echo through the room, paired with the wet sounds of you finger fucking yourself through your orgasm, Eddie’s eyes still glued to your glistening cunt.

“Fuck,” you say, pulling your fingers from your pussy and wiping them on Eddie’s now very dirty comforter. A sigh falls from your lips as you smile at Eddie.

“I want to be in you so badly,” he admits in his post-nut haze.

“Is that so?” you tease, shifting your legs behind you and getting up on your knees. “Wanna feel my pretty pussy on your cock? Squeezing you so good?”

“I fucking hate you,” he laughs as his dick begins to harden again.

“Mmm but you were such a good boy just a few minutes ago. Doing as your told? Such an obedient baby.”

Eddie’s eyes flick to yours as you crawl closer to him on the bed.

“I wouldn’t mind riding your pretty cock,” you say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You hover just over his dick, hands braced on his bare chest, and you can feel the heat of it on your pussy as you slowly lower yourself onto him, running your wet cunt over him. He hisses as his tip catches your hole.

“Just fucking ride me already, Y/N. Stop fucking teasing,” he says through gritted teeth.

“What happened to my nice boy that was just begging for permission to think about me while he touched himself?”

“He came. And now he wants to fuck you.”

“Ah what a real gentleman. This is why I don’t like you,” you spit out, rubbing yourself over his cock again to rile him up.

“You don’t have to like me to ride me,” he smirks up at you.

“Yeah but I don’t know if I want to give it to you now. I kind of want to make you beg—oh fuck.”

Eddie didn’t let you finish. He grabbed your hips and slammed up into you, knocking the air from your lungs in a throaty moan.

“Not so hot when you’re not in control huh?” he teases. Smiling up at you as he fucks up into you. You move your hands from his chest to his thighs behind you, and start to bounce on his hard cock.

“Fuck Eddie, you’re so fucking big,” you gasp as his mushroom tip hits your g-spot with every bounce. Eddie’s hands grip your hips tightly, sure to leave a bruise.

“Yeah? Do I feel good?”

“Shut up.”

“Awe but I wanted another compliment,” he laughs as one hand leaves your hip to find your clit. He rubs circles around the engorged bud and lets you ride him at your own pace now.

“I still despise you Munson.”

“Feeling is still mutual, Y/L/N. We’ll just fuck and go back to hating each other. No big deal.”

Your thighs begin to burn and your movements slow. Eddie notices and lifts you up and off of his cock.

“What are you–?”

He flips you on to all fours and kneels behind you, lining himself up and entering you again, slowly this time. You squeeze around him once he’s buried to the hilt, and then he’s pounding into you at a relentless pace. His body engulfs yours as he leans over you, hand pushing your upper back into the bed as he continues to bottom out with every thrust into your wet pussy.

The sounds in the room are animalistic. The squelching from his dick moving in and out of your cunt, your moans muffled in the comforter, Eddie’s hot and heavy breath coming out in puffs on your shoulder. He leans back up, wrapping one hand in your hair to bring you up with him. Untangling his hand from your hair he wraps it around your stomach to keep your back to his chest while his other hand reaches down to give attention to your clit again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant out, coil in your belly tightening again. “I’m so close.”

“Yeah,” he laughs teasingly. “I can tell, your cunt is gripping me so hard right now.”

“Shut it, Munson, and make me cum.”

“Fuck, fine, but god knows I’ll bust as soon as you do so where do you want me?”

“Inside, I’m on the pill and impatient.”

“Shit,” he mutters into your neck. Eddie puts more pressure on your clit as his thrusts become sloppier. “Cum, come on, let go.”

And you do. You both do. As soon as Eddie feels your release cover his cock, his release coats your walls. He ruts up into you a few more times before pulling out of your warm, wet cunt and leaning back on his headboard. “Never took you for a domme-type, Y/N.”

“Never took you for a hard switch. I definitely prefer you as the sweet little obedient sub from earlier though.”

“Not a word of that to anyone, okay. I’m the dom with most hookups, you just caught me in the moment.”

“You really think I’d admit to people that we fucked?” You reach for and grab your panties and shorts before sliding off the bed to slip them on. “I can’t let people know I caved,” you laugh. “So, how much for an ounce?”

Eddie laughs, “not gonna lie, I forgot that’s why you were here.”

“How much for an ounce, Munson,” you sigh slipping your shoes back on.

“Why do you want so much?”

“The fewer times I have to see you outside of school the better.”

Eddie feigns heartbreak, “ouch, Y/N, that hurts.” He pouts as he reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a bag of weed. “I’ll do it for $80. We can call it the Wet Dick Discount.”

“This is another reason why I don’t like you,” you mutter, handing him the money.

“Listen, I got off, you got off, I got money, you got your weed. I think it was a solid interaction.”

“Yeah well, don’t expect it to happen again.”

“Have $160 next time then. Or plan to see me a little more often in your free time.”

…it definitely happened again…a few times…of course the Wet Dick Discount was only ever given to you…

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ankomaji · 1 year

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ArtistEddie x freader? An alternative dimension where eddie is a painter and reader do a model job for him and suddenly he feels like he meet his muse. And ofc a lot of smut. Nobody thought about that?

#eddie fic #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #eddie smut #eddie munson be my guest #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson smut fanfic #eddie munson smut fic

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smvtestry · 2 years

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I won.

Eddie Munson has been your best friend since you were 11.

but your pretty, and that's his problem. he wants you to himself but its hard because your gorgeous. When Jason ask's you out, your excited. But he only rook you out because he knew Eddie liked you, so when he slipped up it was his chance to shine.

WARNINGS: SMUTT (minors dni or the boogie man will get u), being stood up, praise kink. unprotected sex (wrap bf u tap plz) slighty public, mentions of slight alchohol use. Jason being a pretentious bitch. (tell me wat i missed lol)

Barley proof read

also i take request

"See you tonight" the phone line clicks, and your standing there untangling eddies phone cord from your fingers after talking to Jason, hanging the phone back on the wall while Eddie makes gagging noses over your shoulder

"I cannot believe you're actually gonna go out with him, its so gross and unexpected" he says while going through old VHS movies

It was you and Eddies annual movie night. you told him you had a date but he refused to believe you until you were all lovey dovey with Jason on the phone. Anyone but Jason, GOD he couldn't stand him.

"what can I say, I am full of surprises"you say, while blowing a kiss at him

"What are you even going to where anyways. I'm guessing its not my iron maiden shirt you're in" He say smirking catching a glimpse of the hem of your lace panties

you scoff, walking towards his bathroom, you ruffle through your duffel you had brung over eddies to get ready. you pull out a black silk dress with a v cut, rimmed with pink lace around the chest, a slit in the left of the dress exposing your bare thigh, breast perked up from the push up bra.

Eddie jaw drops at the sight of in that dress.

"I- Uh.. Wow" His big brown eyes tracing up and down your body, taking a memory screenshot for later.

"you like it! I picked it up from a store when i was on vacation!" You say with a wide smile and a spark in your eye

" Yeah, I- uh I really like it" he says plopping down on his bed.

"well if your looking this good, i'm gonna need to drive you. I don't need any funny business from the cab driver." In a slightly serious tone.

"Sure ed's, just let me finish getting ready you say turning around and walking back towards the bathroom.

You have no idea what he has on his mind

God you do not know what you do to him.

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"Want me to pick you back up at 8?" Eddie says leaning over his window to look back at you

"Uh, yeah T-that would be great, Thanks Eddie." You say fumbling over you words a bit.

You didn't why you were nervous. You don't even know why you did this in the first place. You've seen the way he treats Eddie. You felt like hopping back into eddies van, and watching old VHS movies while eat off-brand popcorn. A usual Friday night for you and him.

"Hey. There's nothing to worry about. You are an amazing person, He honestly doesn't even deserve to have a chance with you. If it doesn't go as planned, you know my phone number. Have a good time, ill be back at 8" He says in a reassuring voice.

"Thank you Eddie, I don't know what i would do with out you."You say smiling a little less nervous.

" You'd be in the back of a creepy cab drivers, is where you'd be" he says chuckling.

"See you later Eddie" You say giving him a warm smile that makes his heart beat faster. He wish you would see how much love he had for you, and not just as a friend. And you wished the same, You'd been crushing on him forever, but knew you never had chance, and just settled at being friends.

You watch a he pulls off, away from the bar.

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Its now 7:00 pm and Jason was supposed to be here at 6:50.

10 minutes is no biggie you think to yourself.

Another 30 minutes goes by, You've been though 2 shots of tequila and a plate if nachos. Now your watching re-runs on the bar TV.

You felt dumb. defeated. Maybe love wasn't for you.

You stumble over to the public bar phone, slipping a quarter in and dialing Eddies number, not expecting to actually call him.

"hello?" Eddies tired voice picks up the phone slightly out of breath

The reason why never passed your mind.

"Hey Ed's" Your voice is defeated.

"Whats wrong"

"Well, I've been through a plate of nachos, a coke and two shots. And Im pretty sure that group of old men are starring at my ass. Oh yeah, and Jason never showed."

"Oh, He's an asshole.I can't believe he fucking did that, i- Im sorry. Im on my way right now."

"Alright"

The line clicks, and you make your way back over to your table.

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The bar door swings open, letting a cold burst of air hit your back and plant goosebumps on your neck.

You watch as Eddies big brown eyes scan the bar for you. Your eyes lock and he can see the frown on the your face.

he nods his head towards the door and you towards it as he walks past you slapping $20 dollars table.

you almost forgot to pay.

You and Eddie make your way towards his van. you slide in the passenger seat, waiting for Eddie to pull of, but he doesn't. he just look at you.

"Y/n"

His eyes shine reflecting of of the moon light.

"what

Eddie, I screwed up i know, i'm dumb and hes a douche bag who doesn't deserve me." you say defeated.

"Please can we just go back to your place so we can watch a movie, and eat gross popcorn." You say putting on a fake laugh.

"you know," Eddie starts, tapping his finger on his wheel in the beat of silence

"I was fully intending on crashing your date with that douche bag" He says, his voice a nearing a whisper "had a plan and everything to show up at the last minute, stealing you away."

"What, why?" your heart feels like it might thump out of your chest with every beat.

You stare at each other for a beat. Your eyes following every move he makes. He shuffles in his seat towards you. His lips slightly pursing together. He looks at your eyes, nose, then stops at your lips. He looks back at you, laying his head back on his seat facing around forward now.

his voice nearing a whisper. "Don't make me say it" he quietly chuckles at himself, waiting for you to realize.

"you know why" the air is tense and thick, you can feel your heart trying to jump out your chest and grab eddie

You finally realize what he meant. It hit you like a cinder block falling from the Eiffel tower onto you head. Its happening

Your body moves faster than your mind, not even letting you process what going to happen. You find yourself straddling Eddie, with his plump, soft lips on yours.

The kiss brings heat to your face and run through your body. Its soft but passionate and makes you feel light weight.

You pull away looking into his eyes for an answer. His eyes have become darker, more lust filled.

"Jesus, Fucking Christ, Y/n"

he pushes his back of the seat, taking you off of him and you both end up at the back of the van

Eddie crawls back on top of you, kissing and biting at your lips and neck. He comes back up to your eyes for approval.

Your smile creeps up on you, you really love him.

His teeth kept your lips inbetween them.

he start to make his ways down, unbuckling his jeans and kicking them off to the side of the van. he goes back inbetween your legs pulling your dress up over your waist, kissing you clothed cunt.

you let out a small whimper. you can feel his smirk in the air, he start to pull your panties down and you stop him.

he crawls back up towards you looking in your eyes, pressing his erection onto your thigh.

"tell me to stop and i will" his voice filled with slight concern for you.

You look back up at him and shake your head.

"No, I just really need you inside of me right now."

His smile grows, as he crawls back down to you cunt, pulling your underwear of you, plunging two fingers inside of you while circling you clit.

You let out whimpers and loud moans and he moves his fingers in and out of you. it send white hot waves of pleasure to your spine, making your back arch, slightly.

"Need to stretch you out first, at least" He says with a cheeky smile.

Your moans fill the van, with undeniable pleasure, gripping onto everything around you. He attaches his lips and tongue to you clit, and eats you out like its his last meal. Your moans growing louder, hand now latched into his hair.

The white pleasure fills you up, your orgasm snuck up on you, making your back arch like a cat, squeezing the fluff of hair in your hands, eyes rolling back into your skull, letting the white wave of pleasure drown you. he crawls back up and you can see your white wave of pleasure, coated on his chin as he smiles back at you. he kisses you, pressing his erection where you need it most.

You both moan into the sloppy kiss.

he kicks his boxers of, and his cock slaps his stomach. Your eyes widen at the sight of eddies not so small member. you look back up at him with lust, waiting for him to fill you, but he stops in his tracks.

"Uh, I don't have a condom." he states, slightly bothered.

"I don't care Eddie, i'm on the pill Just fuck me, Please Eddie" You say desperate.

Eddie stares back at you, The word you just said was the best music to his ears.

"Your so fucking beautiful, you ready?" Eddie says, positioning himself in between your slick folds pressing against you slightly, feeling like he died and went to heaven.

"Yes." You breathlessly moan

His fat cock presses into you, you can feel your walls suck him in and twitch while he fills you up.

You both let out a breathless moan, as he drop his head into the crook of your neck marking you. His hand make there way to your hips, guiding you up and down his big fat cock.

His thrust grow deeper, and faster. Your moan grow louder, feeling that familiar white heat coming up even stronger

"E-" You cut yourself of with a moan

he chuckles breathlessly "What are you trying to say, Princess?"

That's new

"M'close" You manage to get out barley.

"I know baby, I can feel you" he smirks.

He dips his head down in the crook of your neck, whimpering slighty as he hits your sweet spot. Both your moans grow louder, and hips grow faster. The white heat sends you into a trance.

The heat takes you, letting your moans rip through your body, A string of whimpers, his name, and curse words all in one.

Your so memorized, you don't hear the door of the swing open, until you feel the cold air hit your face and you arch your back.

"Freak, have you see-" Jason stops in his tracks, starting to yell at you and Eddie, calling you both disgusting but you could hear him or Eddie. you were in a trance the white hot heat and taken over your body, and mind.

"You fucked up Jason" Eddie pants still very much in action

"You had your chance, its my turn" He say breathlessly

Your eyes still in the back of your head your moans filling the parking lot.

Jason look between you in Eddie in pure shock, his brain short circuiting.

"Look how good i'm making her feel. Just listen"The sound of slapping skin and your moan fill the air.

"Ed- EDDIE" You moan out as the white wave of heat drowns you.

" I won" Eddie says smirking at Jason. The van door slams shut and now Eddie is chasing his own high.

Not long after his thrust grow sloppy, as his juices fill your walls.

You both take a moment what just happen before hes pulling out of you, laying beside you.

"That was, - wow" He says breathlessly with his hair sticking to his forehead from all the sweat

"Yeah, wow" You say agreeing and smiling.

"Did you hear Jason?"

Your eyes widen at the mention of his name looking over at Eddie.

"What?!"

"Yeah, Jason swung the door open watching us, while his brain short circuited for a good 2 minutes" He chuckles at you. You place your hand on your sweaty face laughing, imagining Jason's face.

"Hope he had fun watching" You laugh, smiling at Eddie.

"Well, at least your my girl now. No one can have you but me." he says pulling you to lay on his chest.

You look up at him, smiling ear to ear after those word were spoken out of his mouth.

"Take me put, then i'll decide if i'm your girl" You smile up at him with wide eyes.

His eyes looking down at you with pure love.

"Deal" he says

"Deal" you agree, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

you both lay there for 2 minutes until Eddie breaks the silence.

"Between me and Jason, i still won" He says smiling down at you

"what?" you say confused

"I got the girl" He smiles with his big brown eyes.

You giggle kissing his lips again

Your mind starts to wander back from earlier to the phone call still wondering why he was breathless.

"Ed's?" you say as he abruptly stops circling shapes into you thigh

"yeah?" he says looking down at you

"Why were you out of breath when we were on the phone earlier?"

HE smiles back down at you.

"You know why." he winks

Your face goes pink, as you lay your head back down on him

"Was thinkin' about you" he say smirking.

Your smile grown as you burry your face into his chest.

Finally

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lokis-army-77 · 7 months

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Private Viewing

Camboy!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 6.8k

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

Warning: 18 +. This is pure fucking filth. Spit, masturbation (m and f), use of vibrators and fleshlight, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (f reviving), fingering, voyeurism? Soft!dom Eddie, tell me if I'm missing anything.

Thank you @lesservillain for giving me this wonderful idea. 💗 and @munson-blurbs for figuring out if I should do this for Steve or Eddie and for helping give me a title💗.

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Nothing but slick sounds filled your room, the occasional deep moan calling out from your laptop speakers accompanying your own sweet cries. The guy on the screen, Ed as he called himself, or DungeonMaster as he was known on Only Fans and Twitter, was fisting his cock in his heavily ringed hand. He was putting on a show for more than ten thousand viewers but the way he stared down the camera with those dark eyes made you think he was watching you, fucking his hand to the way you were pumping your fingers in and out of your soaking wet pussy.

You had stumbled upon his Twitter three months ago and he immediately captured your eye. The way his tattoos wrapped around his pale skin, how he wasn’t all lean muscle like the other OF guys, his tummy by no means a six-pack but he still looked strong enough to sweep you off your feet with ease. His moans were heavenly and so was the deep timber of his force as he praised you through the thirty-second video clip. It was all enough to convert you from your usual consumption of smutty books to the infamous Only Fans sight.

Since then, his streams and videos have become the one and only thing you get off to. And like then, tonight was no exception.

You were so close to the edge, Ed’s moans spurring you on. Your fingers move at an almost inhuman pace in and out, in and out.

“Rub that clit for me, baby. Need you to cum.” He groaned, head resting on his shoulder as he continued you pleasure himself.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you rub your clit with your free hand. Your rhythm is horribly off but it doesn’t matter, you are so close to cumming. So so so close. “Please,” you beg out into your empty room. You aren’t too sure why or what you are pleading for. More friction? More fingers? More words of encouragement from him? Maybe you’re asking to cum?

It’s like he had heard you through the screen as he moaned out, “That’s a good girl. Just like that. Doing so well for me. You gonna cum baby? Yeah? Me too. Want me to count for you?” He nods his head lazily. “I knew you would baby. Okay. Five.”

You want to cry.

“Four.”

The strings tugging inside you are becoming taut.

“Three.”

You feel like you’re going to explode. He’s counting too slowly.

“Two.”

The tears are flowing now.

“One.”

You let out a strangled scream.

“Cum baby. Do it, now.”

Your walls clench around your fingers and your legs snap shut, trapping your fingers. Every muscle in your body is shuddering as those strings snap and your release comes out in a stream, wetting your hand and the bed. Your hearing has gone, there’s a ringing in your ears but you can faintly hear Ed cumming as well.

With watery vision and slow movements, you turn to face your laptop screen just in time to see his tattoo-covered chest painted with milky white ropes of cum.

When the ringing subsides you hear him say more clearly, “Thata girl. Always make me cum so much.” He takes a towel and wipes off his chest and stomach before adjusting the camera view to the shoulders up. “Get you some rest baby, I’ll see you on Thursday.”

And then the live is over.

Slowly, sluggishly, you remove your hands from between your legs and begin the now regular clean-up routine before going to bed.

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Three days later, Thursday rolls around, and thus begins the fall semester of your junior year of college. It’s a groggy morning, everyone is tired and very unenthusiastic about having an 8 a.m. advanced music composition class.

You had struggled to get out of bed at six this morning just to get one of the dorm showers first before they were all taken up. Luckily two of the five were open and you were able to get to class a whole twenty minutes early, even having time to grab coffee at the on-campus Starbucks on the way.

The music building was old and the tables you and your fellow students sat at were even older. It all added to the sleepy ambiance. Your eyes drooped and you yawned every time someone else did, the black coffee you had chugged not doing anything for you.

You’re only awoken when your professor, a stout old man with a very severe receding hairline, slams open the door to the classroom a little too hard and it hits the brick wall, creating a loud, startling bang.

He apologizes before making his introduction. He then gets out a clipboard with a sheet attached and hands it off to a girl in the front row, instructing everyone to fill in their name and school email for his role sheet.

It’s only once you’ve finished and passed the clipboard on, that you notice the guy two seats down from you looks vaguely familiar. You can’t quite put a finger on it and it bugs you.

His hair is pulled back into a messy bun and his clothes make him look like the alternative guy of your dreams back in high school. He’s got rings on almost every finger and an aura that just screams confidence.

It begins to become a problem, your inability to place this guy's face. You’ve only taken a handful of notes the entire first hour and thirty minutes into this two-hour class. Your eyes are constantly staring at him no matter how hard you try to make yourself pay attention.

Then, he raises his hand to answer one of your professor's questions. That’s when it clicks. Your pen falls from your grasp and your mouth forms an O.

“Oh my fucking god. No. It can’t be.” You think to yourself but just to be sure you take out your phone, turn the brightness and volume down, and hide it under the table. You open Twitter as fast as you can and you don’t even have to look for his user, he’s the first post on the screen.

Ed @ DungeonMaster86 was boldly displayed above a picture of the guy sitting next to you with his massive dick in his hand.

It’s a wonder you weren’t caught with how you practically choked on thin air and began furiously looking from your phone to the guy and then back to your phone.

Your stomach drops. You can’t keep watching his videos, can you? That wouldn’t be right. That would be weird, watching the porn your classmate makes.

When class is finally called to an end you pack up as quickly as you can and bolt out the door to your next class, hoping that by getting away from Ed, you'd be able to concentrate. Out of sight, out of mind.

That statement turns out to be false when he is in your next class and when you spot him in the student commons talking with another guy. It's like once you made the connection of who he was, he was everywhere.

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Arriving back at your dorm, you throw your backpack on your desk, snatch your laptop out of it, and struggle to jump up onto your bed. Never had you been so thankful for the single dorm than this moment as your curser hovered over the bookmarked Only Fans page at the top of your screen. No roommate meant no one would see the moral dilemma you were currently losing with yourself.

‘You know him, it’s wrong to keep watching his videos.”

‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him though. The only way he would know you are watching is if you tell him, you aren’t going to tell him, are you?’

‘No…’

‘Then it’s okay, it’ll just add an extra element of taboo to his streams. Plus, he’d miss you in the chat.’

You sigh as the devil on your shoulder wins out once again, talking you into something you know you shouldn’t be. But hey, it feels good to be bad.

Steadily, you click on his bookmarked profile and the first thing to pop up is the live stream that is currently in session. And against your better judgment, you enter the stream.

He’s only just started, people are slowly filtering in. Ed is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off, and a singular, ringed hand teasing himself through his black jeans.

You breathe a sigh as he looks into the camera, eyes half-lidded, luring you in. It does the job, because in an instant your fingers are typing out a message in chat.

Princess23: hi Ed

His eyes flicker as he reads his messages, smiling as he replies to you. "Hi, Princess. How's my girl been?"

There's a bubble of excitement at the fact that he recognizes your username, even if you've been a regular in the chat for months.

Princess23: stressful… you've been distracting me.

The reply to his question is truer than he realizes.

"Aww, princess, is that so? You've been thinking of me?" He leans back on his free elbow, still groping himself with the other hand.

Princess23: yes. been thinking about your cock, how much I want it in my mouth.

It's one of the less bold comments you make but it makes you blush all the same, especially now.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth? Of yours?"

Princess23: yes please

"Mmm." He hums, fingers now fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans.

You set your laptop to the side and start to situate yourself. Slowly taking your clothes off one by one.

Ed replies to a few more comments before announcing that it's time to start.

He leaves the screen for just a moment before coming back with something in his hand. Smirking at the camera he shows it. A flashlight in the shape of a mouth.

"This one’s for you, Princess. Since you need my dick so bad," Ed explains. He sets it on his bed before making a show of taking his jeans and boxers off.

As you watch, your hands roam your body. Fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples before trailing down. The light touch over your ribs makes you giggle. Then you rub and scratch at the inside of your thighs.

Ed's moans are now coming through your speakers, you tilt your head to watch.

"Spit on my cock baby, get it nice and wet for me." He commands before spitting in his own hand and rubbing it on his thick length.

"Your mouth looks so pretty like this, waiting, drooling for me. Need me to fill it so bad don't you, baby?"

"Yes." You answer him breathlessly, fingers teasing around your mound.

You watch and he sits back down on his bed, thighs spread, a hand cupping his balls and the other grabbing the fleshlight. He lets out a long, drawn-out moan when he inserts his cock into the fake mouth.

"Fuck baby, your mouth feels so perfect."

You can't help but whine. Allowing your fingers to finally circle your clit.

The both of you go one like this for a bit. Him fucking the fleshlight and you massaging your clit. But then you need more, more than your hand can give you. So you reach to your bedside table, stretching at an uncomfortable angle to open the drawer and pull out the purple mini wand you kept there.

The vibrations start slow and constant as you press the toy to your clit. It pulls soft, quiet noises from you as you watch your computer screen. Your mind is blank, filled only with the pretty sounds Ed is making, the way his body looks, and the pleasure between your legs.

There are no thoughts. You follow his lead. When his hand speeds up, you kick up the vibrations, when he slows down, you turn the vibrator back to the first level.

It's a rollercoaster, almost, taking your pleasure for a ride. The stream isn't even done yet when you feel that tight pull in your abdomen. The toy works you up fast.

So you stop. Taking the toy away and changing positions. On your hands and knees, you hug a pillow to your chest and prop the toy up under you, keeping it standing as you push your clit down onto it. It's not even on and it's making your hips buck in sensitivity.

You turn it back on and immediately feel the slick seeping from your cunt and running down the toy.

"Oh fuck," you cry. Your eyes locked on the screen where Ed has also changed positions.

He's got his own toy lying on the bed and he's laying over it. The way his leg and glute muscles contract as he thrusts into the toy has you memorized.

He chants, "Baby, baby, baby." Over and over. What you would give to have him chanting your name instead. Like a prearranged falling from his lips, praising you, worshiping you.

The need for him grows and so does the tightness in your core.

Reaching your hand down you turn the speed up. Your hips buck into the toy and you bury your face in the pillow. You're close.

He’s not far behind. Peering up from your pillow you can see his thrusts are sputtering. Sporadic as he draws close to his end.

“God dammit, baby. Gonna cum in this perfect mouth of yours. Fuck. Can you swallow it like the good pet you are? Hum? The good pet I know you can be?”

“Yes.” You turn up the vibrator. “Fuck, wanna swallow all of you. Please.”

The vibrations are becoming too much but you keep the toy pressed into you, hips shaking at the feeling of being overstimulated.

Without warning, you cum with a guttural cry into your pillow. Body spasming, muscles twitching. You can still hear Ed moaning and the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking the fleshlight.

With barely any energy you reach down between your heavy body and the bed and turn your toy off. You don’t even bother with your computer, too exhausted and fucked out to exit the stream. You fall asleep to the sounds of your new classmate's self-pleasure.

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It’s October now. The semester is halfway over and you’ve still been watching Ed, or Eddie. You learned his actual name in class when your professor called role on him by name the second week.

Today you are being assigned a partner for the final project. You have your fingers crossed that Eddie won’t be chosen as your partner but as your professor calls out pairs, it seems luck is against you.

You freeze when your name is called and directly after so is Eddie’s. You groan internally. How the hell are you supposed to do this? You already have trouble concentrating when he sits two seats away, what’s going to happen when he actually interacts with you?

There isn’t much time to think about that as he abruptly moves from his seat to the one directly next to you.

“Hi.” He says, eyes bright and expectant. “I’m Eddie.” He holds out his hand for you to shake but you just stare at him. He looks at you curiously before waving his hand in front of your face. “Hello? Cat got your tongue?”

You snap out of your stupor and accept his hand, shaking it as you introduce yourself. “Sorry. I was a bit out of it.” You say, trying to play it off as you just staring off into space.

“No problem.” He smiles. “Uh, do you want to exchange numbers so we can figure out when we can work on this together?”

“Oh, yeah. Here,” You open your phone and push it to him with the messages app open. “You can text yourself.”

He does just that, even going as far as putting in his contact name as Eddie with the skull and crossbones emoji beside it.

“Great. I’ll text you when I’m free. I have work on Mondays and Thursdays, sometimes on Saturdays, but other than that I’m usually free.”

You nearly choke when you realize he’s given you his streaming schedule. “I- uh. Okay. Just text me when you can.”

"Sure thing sweetheart." He grins at you before standing, grabbing his things, and heading out of class along with the rest of the students.

You sit there for a minute, thinking. God, what are you getting yourself into?

…

You both have finally come up with meeting times that work for both of you. Tuesday and Wednesday after seven. Giving you time to get to the school library after the closing shift at your on-campus job.

It’s been two weeks of working together on this project and it’s been easier than you had originally thought to concentrate on the task at hand and keep your dirty thoughts at bay.

Right now, you are both sitting in one of the private study rooms looking at Eddie’s computer as he explains why this particular cord progression would fit with the emotions you are trying to convey in your composition.

You sigh, “Eddie, as much as I love that sound, I really don’t think it fits with the overall composition of the song. It isn’t as emotionally charged as I’d like it to be.”

“Well show me something similar to what you’re wanting.” He rakes his hand through his hair. It’s been a long night for each of you. It seems that every new section of the song you are creating for the project gives you a new challenge to work through together.

You pull out your phone and Eddie leans over to watch as you begin to type. There is a particular song you are thinking of that has the weight and emotion you are trying to convey with your own music and as you type the first letter of the song, O, the first suggestion that pops up is onlyfans/DungeonMaster.

Mortified, you slam your phone down on the table. Eddie looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

“What was that?” He asks.

“What was what?” You answer.

“Why did you slam your phone down?”

“Oh, I just forgot the title of the song.”

“Right…” He scratches under his chin and then stretches back in his chair. “Why don’t we call it quits for tonight? It’s getting late and we aren’t going to agree on anything if we’re both tired.”

A yawn suddenly comes up out of nowhere and you then realize how tired you actually are. “That sounds good to me.” You agree with Eddie and begin packing up your things. You don’t want to be with him longer than you need to be right now, even if he seemingly didn’t notice his OF user pop up on your phone screen.

“Bye Eddie.” You wave to him on your way out the door.

Faintly you hear him call out to you, giving a goodbye of his own. "See ya, sweetheart."

…

After your little slip, you began avoiding Eddie. At least in person, you still tuned into his streams. You bailed on the next three meetups you had planned, helping only through voice notes and text. Eddie said he understood when you said your boss was forcing you to stay late to deep clean.

It was Thursday now and when you saw him in class he barely looked your way and you wondered if he had seen what you hoped he had not.

You tried stopping him once your lecture was over, feeling an anxiousness creeping into your mind. Your conscience had been telling you to come clean. To explain your perversion. Let him know you watched him, that you paid to enjoy seeing him fuck into a toy or his hand.

You called out his name and reached for his arm. "Eddie."

He turns to you. "Hum?"

You take a deep breath to ground yourself. "I wanted to say sorry for not being able to come help with the project."

"It's okay, you said you had work." He replies, unbothered.

"No, Eddie, I didn't get held back at work. That was a lie."

He doesn't look all too surprised.

"I've kinda been avoiding you because- well, because of what I think you might have seen on my phone that day."

Eddie stops you there. "Can this wait until later? I've really got some errands to run before work."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry to keep you Ed." You had meant it as a nickname but as it came pushing past your lips it was too late to take it back. You had never heard anyone call him that outside of his onlyfans.

You watched as his eyes widened at the name and a spark went off behind them. "I'll see you later sweetheart." The smirk he gives you isn't the usual playful one you'd seen him throw before. No, this was sinister, like he knew.

Your heart fell into your stomach as you watched him walk away, leaving you alone.

Tonight as you logged into the stream, it wasn’t to get off. It was to see if he'd show any signs of knowing you might be lurking about among the thousands of viewers.

When the video loads, Eddie is sitting in his desk chair. He's talking to the chat like he always does. There's something different in the atmosphere around him, mischief if you've placed it correctly.

He keeps replying to comments until the clock reaches 6:10. It's time for the show to begin.

"Tonight I have a very special treat for you guys." Eddie starts as he reaches over just off camera to his desk. "I've got the wand out."

The chat erupts. Eddie doesn't bring his vibrator out often, but when he does, you know it's going to be a good show for every party involved.

"I would also like to say hello to a special quest in the stream tonight." Eddie’s smirk gets bigger and your heart pounds in your chest. "Hi, sweetheart. Hope you enjoy yourself."

You feel like you've been shot. There's a ringing in your ears and your breathing has stopped.

He knows. Fuck. He definitely knows. You've never heard him say that pet name on camera. It's always babe or baby when he refers to the collective whole watching the stream. Eddie has only ever used that name with you.

Eddie starts up the vibrator, tracing it over his covered cock. He hums at the feeling, loud and long.

You clench your thighs together. You tell yourself you should stop watching but you can't bring yourself to.

'He knows." You argue with yourself.

'But he wants you to watch. Why else would he say his pet name for you? Why else would he say he hopes you enjoy yourself? He knows and he likes it.'

The devil on your shoulder makes sense again and you curse it.

So, you watch. Intently, you watch. Your eyes never leave the screen.

Eddie whimpers once he has his cock out of his pants. The tip is a deep purple/red color, showing how worked up he's gotten already.

He lets his head fall back, resting on his chair as he moves the vibrator down to his balls. He presses it into himself before dragging it up his shaft and to the head.

You feel a wetness seeping into the cotton of your panties and as his legs widen, yours press together more.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, sweetheart." Eddie moans, mouth open slack and eyes squeezed shut.

You can't believe he's saying your pet name and making those noises. You wonder what he's thinking about. How you'd look sucking on his cock? Maybe what it would be like to be pounding into you, watching your cunt suck him in and clench around him.

Eddie grits his teeth when he turns the speed up. One hand is holding the vibrator just at the frenulum while the other is cupping and squeezing his balls.

Your thoughts are running wild and your hips have started to rock in search of some kind of friction.

He moves his hand from his balls and begins to tug on his shaft. Deep guttural moans fill the air, and the sound of them turns you on even more.

It's not long before Eddie is bucking his cock into his hand. You can see his muscles straining in his legs as he does.

"Fuck fuck fuck- ah fuck sweetheart, you've got me so close. Fuck." His voice is pinched. You can see the exhaustion in the furrow of his eyebrows as he pressed the vibrator over his tip, the change in placement making his hips shudder. “God, I’m gonna cum. The thought of you is gonna make me cum, sweetheart.”

Hearing his breathy, deep, timber of a voice say that the thought of you was going to do him in had you thinking you might just cum too. No touching required, just Eddie and his beautiful noises.

In a matter of seconds, Eddie is choking on his words as his balls go taut. He lets out a drawn-out grunt and ropes of cum begin to spurt out over his chest, covering him like a painting. He doesn’t even bother to clean himself up before he looks into the camera and says good night, chuckling when he mentions your particular pet name again. Then, the screen goes dark.

…

Fridays are slow in the used bookshop you work at. Especially after 4:30. No one had been inside in maybe an hour? Your boss left early, leaving you alone to close down at 6. For the past fifteen minutes, you’ve been putting misplaced books back where they belong, sweeping, and tidying up anything else you see.

Because of the usual slowness, you have your headphones on. The music isn’t loud but it does drown out the sound of the bell chiming as someone enters the building. You are unaware of the person creeping up behind you until you are suddenly turned around and corralled against the bookshelf.

You let out an alarmed screech only for your mouth to be covered by a big, warm hand. Your headphones fall to the floor beside you as they are accidentally knocked off your head. You hear his voice then, whispering in your ear.

“Hi, Sweetheart.”

“Eddie-” You heave, relieved it wasn’t someone coming to kill you in cold blood.

“Did you enjoy my show last night?” He leans back, caressing a strand of hair away from your face.

You shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You deny. Even after you had told yourself you would come clean to him, granted that was before you knew he knew your secret.

“You don’t know, do you? I think you do why else would my account have popped up on your search suggestions the other day?”

Keeping your mouth shut, you refuse to answer.

Eddie takes your chin between his fingers and moves your face to the side as he leans into you. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks again. “So… Which one of my subs are you? Hum?”

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out.

Eddie tuts. “Don’t get all shy on me. Tell me. Now.” His tone is dominating. It’s one thing to hear it over a computer speaker, it's another when you hear it in person. His presence alone had your knees knocking.

“I-I,” You can't help but stutter. “It’s Princess23.” You shamefully tell him your user, eyes looking anywhere but his.

He sucks in a breath. “Oh, Princess. That was you?”

He forces you to look at him and you nod your head.

You hate that he’s making you look him in the eye, but you can see what’s swirling around deep within them. Desire, lust, dominance, but nothing mean. Nothing hurtful.

As you watch him, you catch the minute changes in his expression. His jaw clenches and his eyes darken, a hunger taking over as he stares you down.

“I can give you a private show if you want, baby.” He leans back in. “Right here,” He nipps at your ear lobe. “Right now.”

“Eddie, we can’t… We’re at my work.”

He looks around you, head swiveling to peer down both ends of the aisle. “It’s fine Sweetheart, no one’s here but us, right?”

“Yes, but-”

He cuts you off with a finger over your lips.

“Then let me show you why the real thing is so much better than what you’ve seen online.” He doesn’t give you time to think before his lips are on yours.

They are soft, almost pillow-like as they mold against yours. His tongue slithers its way into your mouth, tasting you, he moans when he does.

To you, he tastes like menthol cigarettes and black coffee with the faintest hint of weed. It’s intoxicating, and addicting. You’ve only had one taste and now you won't be able to function without him.

His hand cups your cheek and pulls you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. His body keeps you pinned to the shelves and he spreads your legs by inserting one of his own between them.

With him being so much taller than you, it only takes you barely bending your knees for you to make contact with his thigh. You are thankful when he doesn’t stop you from humping his leg. The friction of you rubbing yourself against him has the seam of your pants pressing against your clit. It’s a wonderful pressure that leaves your mind blank.

When he pulls away, you follow, not wanting his mouth to leave yours. Eddie chuckles when you give a needy whine.

"It's okay baby, I'll give you what you want." He coos. "But first, since you wanna get yourself off, you've got to make yourself cum on my leg."

You pout. "But Eddie…"

"Ah ah, don't complain sweet girl, you'll only make it take longer. Now get to work."

You do as he says, rolling your hips with purpose against him. He doesn't help you at all, he only provides support and kissed along your jaw every few seconds as he watches you work.

It's harder than you thought it would be. The layers of denim dulled the sensations yet added to the tension your clit felt as the fabric rubbed against it.

"Mmm, fuck." You gasp, fingers gripping onto Eddie’s shoulders. "M'so close. Eddie, I'm so close."

He smiles at you and he gives your body gentle touches. "That's it, Princess. Let go. Being such a good girl for me."

You moan loudly at his praise.

"That right sweet girl, use me to get yourself off. That's it, keep going."

His words are spurring you on, your hips, although losing their rhythm and steadiness, keep going strong. Then, you feel it. That tautness in your tummy and the ache in your bones. You are so close.

"Please, Eddie. Ah- so close. Need more." Your words are short and your hips move faster.

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" Eddie asks, willing to give you just a little.

"Kiss me again," you beg.

He obliges. Taking your face in his hands and practically devouring you.

The canter of your hips stalls as your body shudders against him. A sticky wetness can now be felt, uncomfortably, between your legs.

"So good for me." He praises.

You can feel how hard he is, his needy cock prominently pressing into your thigh.

"Wanna feel you. Eddie please, I need to feel you." You're practically begging him to fuck you now.

"Yeah, sweet girl? You need me to stretch that pretty pussy on my dick? Make you feel so good, baby." He trailed his kiss down to your neck, stopping only to suck and nip at the sensitive skin.

You nod frantically. "Yes, yes Eddie. Need you inside me."

Hands rush to unbutton pants, fingers caress bare skin, breaths hitch. You tug at Eddie's pants impatiently as he pulls your own down. The sudden feeling of cold air hitting the pool of slick between your thighs.

You are both a whirlwind of arms and clothes and a few books falling from their shelf. Eddie’s fingers make their way to your center, exploring between your folds.

You throw your head back, cracking it on the shelf above. "Ow," You moan out in pain.

"Careful there, Sweetheart." He gives you another kiss and moves his unoccupied hand to cradle your head.

The pain is instantly forgotten when two of his thick fingers circle your clit before pushing into your entrance.

"Mmmm- god." He feels so good inside you, fingers curling into your walls. The wet slick of him moving fills the stagnant air of the bookstore.

"You're sucking me in, baby. Pussy squeezing me so tight." Eddie rests his forehead on yours, his breath mixing with your own. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Gasping in response, you buck your hips up into his hand. "More-"

It doesn't take much convincing for Eddie to pull his hand from between your legs and position his hard length at your entrance. Slowly he slips inside, meeting no resistance with how wet you are.

Eddie pushes into you, cock stretching you out farther than you think you've ever been before. His one hand rests on the back of your head while the other pushes your shaking hand out of his way as he goes to press it against your neck.

You grasp his arm, nails scratching his skin as he chokes you.

"Oh- oh, Eddie. Fuck me." You cry, cunt fluttering around him.

Your words are music to his ears. His pace begins steadily. In and out at a lazy, leisurely speed. Then he picks it up, hips bucking faster and faster.

He's giving it all to you. Everything you've dreamed of since you saw him on your Twitter all those months ago.

The head of his cock is repeatedly hitting that one spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. You can’t keep yourself up. The feelings coursing through you have your knees buckling and Eddie does a good job at catching your weight.

He stops his movements to try and situate you. “Come on, baby, gotta stand up.”

You shake your head. “I can’t, s’too much.” Your heart is pounding in your chest, if you even tried to stand you would just fall again. “There's a couch.” You point to the back of the store. “It’s in the break room.”

Eddie grunts as he hoists you up in his arms and follows your directions.

The couch is old and made of leather. It is cold on your skin as Eddie lays you down and you shiver as he rips your pants and underwear from around your ankles. Never would you have ever imagined being naked from the waist down in your work break room.

In contrast to the cool leather, Eddie’s hands are searing hot. He grips the back of your knees, picking your legs up and spreading you out. You’re almost folded in half.

“Jesus fucking christ. You. Are. Beautiful.” He enunciated every word. The complement has you keening and clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at that pretty cunt. She’s gaping for me.” Eddie smiles, eyes flickering to yours before looking back to your most intimate part.

You let out a wonton gasp when he spits, a glob of it falling right atop your parted slit. Eddie takes a hand away and grabs his cock. He rubs the tip through your folds, giving your clit a heavy tap tap tap before entering you again and grabbing the back of your knee again.

Eddie wastes no time in pistoning his hips into yours. The new angle gives him free range of movement to fuck you fast and deep. The skin of his thighs makes a sharp slapping sound when he connects with your ass, it sets the rhythm for the song of your shared moans.

“Pull your shirt up.” He commands and you do as he says. Lifting your shirt up and over your breasts. Eddie lets out an irritated grunt at the sight of your bra. “That too.” He puffs out and you pull it up as far as it will allow.

Your breasts bounce as Eddie fucks you mercilessly into the couch. His eyes are shamelessly trained on them. “Fucking hell, Princess. Gimmie our hands.”

You reach out for him and he grabs your wrists, guiding you to hold your legs back like he had been doing. With the newfound freedom of his hands, he extends them out to play with your tits. He pinches and tugs at your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as he continues his assault. His thrusts become faster, harder, more desperate. You know he's close and you can't take much more either.

“Eddie… Ah- Eddie-” You babble out his name. You wiggle under his hold and the harsh prodding of his cock into your cervix. The strings of another orgasm are being pulled tight.

He growls. “I know baby, I know. Fucking cum for me. Cum on my cock.”

Tears well up in your eyes and begin to overflow. Your body writhes, back bowing, muscles straining. You’re on the precipice.

Eddie sees how close you are and moves a hand down between your legs, circling his thumb over your slick-covered clit.

“Oooh- Oh fuck!” You scream. “Shit shit shit shitshitshitshit…. Ah!”

“Louder.” He moans. “Want the whole town to hear you sweet girl.”

“Eddie! Oh, I’m there. I’m fucking there.” You cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you let go. A scream erupts from your throat. Even in your ecstasy, you can feel Eddie’s tempo shift. He’s losing speed.

“Goddammit. I cumming too.” Eddie whimpers, sinking into you fully. His cum fills you up and you can fill you as it runs down your ass as he pulls out.

Your body is twitching as he moves you to lay more fully on the couch. He doesn’t follow though. No. He sinks to his knees and before your foggy mind can even comprehend it, he attaches his mouth to your pussy.

You are pliant under his touch, unable to resist. His tongue explores you and you moan in pleasure. He’s lapping up the mixture of his cum and your slick, humming at the taste the whole time.

You choke back a sob when his tongue flicks repeatedly over your clit before he begins to suck on the already abused bud. “Eddie, please.” Reaching down you tug on his hair but he doesn’t move. “Ed-” He starts shaking his head, burying himself in your pussy.

Another orgasm is quickly approaching. Your breathing quickens and you can feel your body trembling as he works you up, sending you higher and higher until you can’t take it anymore. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, and your body spasms in pleasure. He doesn't stop, continuing his ministrations until you finally come down from your high once more.

“Christ. You taste so good.” He says as he crawls up your spent body. Draping himself over you he places kiss after tender kiss all over your face. “Did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah?” You whisper.

“Mhum. So proud.” He grins, the light of the room catching in the wetness covering him from nose to chin.

Eddie cuddles into you more and your eyes close. He’s exhausted you. You both lay there in silence, content in each other's presence. Eddie eventually falls asleep, his breathing slow and steady. You don’t have the heart or the energy to wake him. You stay awake, just barely, still in awe of what happened.

It feels like hours have gone by when you finally do shake Eddie, calling out to him softly. He stirs, grumbling as he looks up at you.

“Eds, baby, I need to lock up.”

He only rests his head back down between your breasts. You shake him again.

“Eddie.” You say it a bit more sternly. “Get up and I’ll let you take me back to yours.”

That gets his attention and he’s up and dressing himself in an instant. You on the other hand are slower, feeling the prominent ache between your legs. He has to help you pull your panties and jeans back on.

He has to help you close the store as well, your legs weak and not trusted to hold up your body weight without crumbling to the ground.

Never had you thought this was how this would end. Sitting in the passenger seat of your favorite camboy's car as he drives you to his apartment, grinning like the Cheshire cat as you both think of all the fun things you’ll get up to. Round two was bound to be wilder than the first.

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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.

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lovebugism · 6 months

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ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)

ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.

Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.

He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.

You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.

The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).

“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”

Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.

“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”

“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”

“No?”

“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”

“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.

You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”

“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.

You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.

“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”

“You’re not dumb, Eds.”

“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”

You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.

He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”

“I’ll die,” you deadpan.

“You’re so dramatic.”

His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck.

That’s where he lingers.

Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there.

He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.

His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.

“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.

Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.

“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”

You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed.

You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”

He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.

Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”

“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”

“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”

He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”

The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”

“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”

“But not all the time, though, right?”

“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”

“Sure…”

Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”

You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.

Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.

“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.

“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”

He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now.

Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.

The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.

“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.

Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”

His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”

Again, you nod.

“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”

“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.

Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”

“So… on you?”

“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.

“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.

He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”

You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.

Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”

“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”

His smile widens. “Exactly.”

“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”

Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy.

“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.

You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.

“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”

“Oh, fuck…”

You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.

“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.

Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”

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mimixmunson · 26 days

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Eddie gives you head. Eddie Munson x reader. Blurb. Smut.

🍒 “Oh she is just crying out for me, look at you. You’re just soaking my fingers.” Eddie teases as he thrusts two fingers into you again, the cold press of his rings up against your labia sends a shiver down your spine. He stops with the movement, sliding his fingers out of your tight little hole, bringing his hand up to his mouth. He smirks down at you before sucking on his own fingers seductively, tasting your juices. Eddie’s fingers find their way to your clit, teasing the button with soft agonisingly slow circular motions. You’re writhing around in pleasure, desperately trying to clamp your thighs closed but he sits between them, forcing them apart. You have no choice but to take Eddie’s touch. “Not so fast. Don’t kid yourself, angel-girl. You love suffering for me, and you do it so sweetly.” He murmurs, picking up the pace of the teasing on your clit. The orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach as the ache grows and Eddie can sense it. He buries his face between your thighs, ravaging you like he’s starving for you. He licks up and down your core hungrily, swirling his tongue around your clit spelling his name with his tongue. Your hands grip his hair, pulling harshly at his curls causing him to grunt into your pussy. Your hair pulling only drives him to spoil you with touch more. With a few more flicks of his tongue, you begin to come undone into his mouth. Groaning in pleasure as your clit feels overstimulated, feeling his tongue soak onto your cunt. As you cum you moan his name, writhing on his tongue once more. “Good fucking girl.” He smirks, leaning his head up from your thighs and licking his lips, not wanting to waste a single taste of your pussy. 🍒

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eddiemuonson · 7 months

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Biker Boy - !biker Eddie Munson

As requested by my girlie anonymous friend, who gave such a great idea, here it is!! I used the details as an excuse to make this short story spicy 🥹

Summary: You and Eddie are friends with benefits. Whenever he has the chance, he always gives you a ride and everytime you hear the engine and him revving, your body goes crazy. You have a kink he doesn't know, so maybe it's time to finally get the word out.

Warnings: oral sex, fingering, cursing, fluffiness. +18 DNI

Word count: 2k.

His engine was revving in the distance as you heard the roar of his motorcycle approaching your neighborhood. As you're just finishing getting ready, the sound of his vehicle makes your heart do a flip, it's always automatic. The anticipation of watching him riding his machine always made its way in. You run to the front door as soon as he pulls over on your sidewalk.

You watch as he leans his bike to one side and dismounts gracefully, your stomach sinking from the view. Clad in his black leather jacket, Eddie was wearing ripped jeans - as always -, white sneakers and leather gloves. Oh, the leather gloves. They certainly did things to you.

You and your friend became closer over the past months, then you had the greatest idea of becoming friends with benefits. Something your friends didn't quite understand because you both decided you'd be exclusive to each other. Robin would always say it kinda gives away the term, because you wouldn't date other people.

The metalhead had his face hidden under the helmet, only showing the end of his hair and his big brown chocolate eyes. Everything just sends shivers down your spine. As soon as he got rid of the helmet, his hair flung revealing a mop of tousled curls. His dark green motorcycle had fat tires, decorated with a silly amount of stickers of every kind; bands, movies, games.

He had a gin, although he wasn't the biggest fan of a party. He promised he would only go because it was Steve's, and because his friend got into college.

"Hey sweet thing," he greeted you with a small kiss on your forehead. You gave him some space to get inside your house, leaving the helmet on the coffee table and taking his jacket off.

"It'll be a couple of minutes, just finishing my makeup". He only then noticed how pretty you were looking. You were wearing a tight black dress, brown boots and your hair was perfectly sat on a ponytail.

"You look too stunning to wear makeup," Eddie responded and you chuckled.

"Always such a gentleman". You took that opportunity to finally give him a proper kiss as he sat on the armrest of your couch. But then your eyes caught a glimpse of his hands still wearing the gloves.

Approaching him, you wrap your arms around his neck as he uses his right hand to tug on your waist while the other one goes to your face. The way the fabric sticks to your skin makes you immediately stiff your entire body and you've barely reached his lips, leaving only a few inches close to them.

When Eddie hears your light but recognizable moan, he looks at you lifting his eyebrows. You're almost making a fool of yourself but fuck that, you liked his hands in gloves. He didn't know that, because you never actually bothered telling him you had an actual kink. It's not like he never asked, he was always pretty curious to know your deepest secrets about your sex life.

"That was quick," he joked and you tried not to laugh at his taunting.

"Shut the fuck up". As you retorted him, you gave him a wet but already forwarded kiss, sliding your tongue inside his mouth. He tasted like cherry from the candy ball he usually eats after smoking. The tobacco smoke was lingering on his entire body, as well as his cheap perfume you love.

Eddie slid his hand down your body and gripped your hips before loosening his touch, threatening to remove his gloves. You desperately held his hands and shook your head. He tried to comprehend just what the hell you wanted.

"Keep the gloves," you begged. The man was barely existing and yet you were feeling like you were turning into jelly just at the thought of the leather touching your skin.

He smirked and raised his eyebrows, teasing you. "These? Huh". The way he reacted to it gave him an idea you haven't thought of yet, and still he was already light-years ahead of you. Eddie firmly grasped your waist and swung you, making you sit at the exact spot he was sitting.

He assaulted you with his feral tongue, liking yours and pulling your lower lip between his teeth. Boy, did he become another man after that. Using his left hand, Eddie started sliding it down your body, making sure to hold the curve under your breast, pressing his fingertips on your waist, reaching the hem of your dress.

The kiss became sloppy as soon as he slowly lifted it to your hip. Thank God you always chose a good lingerie. This time it was a thin, soft, lace pantie he was about to pull to the side. Before he did his main show, the curly haired metalhead squeezed your thigh and ripped a small mewl from your mouth against his.

His tone became husky and his cherry breath hit against your skin. "It's a shame I can't feel how wet you are right now. But I'm guessing you're soaking already". You whined by the feeling of his middle finger opening your folds, rubbing your wet skin with tenderness first. Eddie was always gentle, sometimes he rushed things, but you were headed to a party, so this one had to be fast.

Without warning, he made his way with his middle finger into you and you tightened your walls against his gloved digit. "Oh, fuck, Eddie". You cried out, your lips were parted. You were too busy to actually kiss him, but he was also focused on something else as well.

"Jesus, baby. You're so dirty," he breathed out against your ear. Eddie stuck his index finger to your cunt, along with the other, and the leather surely made it feel different from anything else.

His pace was calm, but the minute he felt you were used to the dressed fingers, he started to speed up, curling both, so they would hit your perfect spot. You're having a hard time breathing in and out, his thumb was rubbing against your swollen clit with so much desire.

Quickly, you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, facing his fat cock throbbing against his boxer. From your position, you could choose between just jerking him off or eating him whole.

You decided you would suck the life out of him. You started giving him wet kisses around his arousal, his tip, and his balls. It made him hiss, throwing his head back.

"Fuck, sweetie," he pleaded, working his fingers in a sweet, but fast motion. Eddie felt the back of your throat hit the tip and he almost stuttered, it was always hard for him to hold back his moans. He never actually lasted more than five minutes because you had the most fuckable mouth.

Bobbing your head up and down, you could still whine with his cock in your mouth, giving him a full lick as well. Your living room was quiet and the only sounds that could be heard was from his finger pumping and your moaning, along with the sucking.

Eddie was focusing on rubbing your clit ever so slowly, while his fingers worked harder and faster inside you. He used his plump lips to keep them on the top of your head, while pulling a handful of your hair with his free hand.

You didn't have boundaries at this point. You were both so close and so intimate, you would even fuck on a balcony, if you had one. Alone in a room, you were free to use your hands and your mouth deliberately. Just like now.

Almost gagging on his length, you made sure to grip on his cock, hollowing your cheeks making enough pressure for him to gasp so loud, he almost fainted. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum," he cried.

You never left the smirk on your face because you knew how good you were with your mouth, and he was always reassuring you. Eddie, on the other hand, was trying to not break down from your blowjob, keeping his fingers curled hitting your spot. It didn't take longer for your walls to start clenching around him.

He gripped your clit with his thumb, rubbing it faster, sloppy movements as he started to feel his own pleasure hitting the roof. You felt his cock twitch inside your mouth and you kept your pace, bobbing your head, until he released his juices down your throat.

Eddie loved seeing how you always swallowed him until the very last drop of it. He squinted his eyes closed, relishing every ounce of your saliva on his throbbing skin. "Fuck, you're so good," the metalhead whispered.

Not so much behind, you felt him pinching your clit while using only his middle finger inside you, watching as you bucked your hips, rocking them against his digits. "Ah, Munson". Using his last name as a resource to help you reach your own climax always worked and he knew that, he never complained.

As you throw your head back against the back of the couch, Eddie assaults your neck, nibbling on the skin, feeling your walls throb and clench around his gloved finger. "Yeah, cum for me baby girl". He always alternates his pet names towards you, so you would never know what would come next.

Your entire body squirmed around his fingers, your clit became too sensitive to the touch and your cunt closed tightly on his finger. You felt too weak on your knees and you were thankful for sitting on the couch, even though Eddie was still holding your neck.

You felt empty as soon as he removed his fingers from you and your stomach flipped. God, you felt so needy sometimes.

He zipped his pants back and pulled the belt. "You made such a mess on my glove, sweet thing".

"Good thing you have another one for us to use at the party". You respond as you fix your dress and walk to your bedroom.

You missed his reaction to your statement and he put on his glove back. It had your taste and your smell, he might as well use it as his accessory.

Ready and outside your house after a quick pornography, you stood at the side of his sleek vehicle, ensuring your safety before hopping on his bike. Next to his machine, he handed you the helmet, reaching out gently guiding you through the process.

Eddie always made sure to strap on it, so it wouldn't fall off your head during the ride, not too tight and not too loose either. "Thank you, handsome".

You swung your leg, hopping on the back of his bike, watching as the sky was casting a lavender hue over the quiet street of your neighborhood. You heard his revving and your heart jumps in, you loved it when he did that.

Just when he screeched the tires on the floor, you held your arms around his waist, placing both hands on his stomach. He loved driving too fast and he knew you hated it. Most of the time he would just speed up just a little to taunt you.

Approaching a red traffic light, Eddie slowed his vehicle, smoothly stopping as he supported both of you with one foot on the ground. As always, he turned his head slightly, resting his hands on your thighs, rubbing your knees with his gloved fingers.

You're thinking he didn't even bother to not wear the glove he used to fuck you, and you didn't know if you were actually more turned on or just feeling really repulsiveness. Either way, his endearment towards you always caught you off guard, he's too used to resting his hands on you at every fucking red light.

You smiled in return and just enjoyed his warm and steady touch, while you leaned your head against his back. As the light became green, he left his grip to hold the handlebars, speeding up the engine.

Eddie pulled up at Steve's house, the loud music was banging from a boombox inside his backyard. Before you both got inside, you reached for his wrist, gently squeezing his arm. He stopped by your side, brows furrowed.

"I'm not kidding about the glove, you better keep it clean", you pecked his lips quickly, before ringing the bell. You didn't expect him to be so close to you before responding.

"This time I'll use a special guest". You turned your head slightly, only to watch him licking his lips, teasing you. Eddie as a biker had you at his mercy, on your knees.

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pxrxcxa · 2 years

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I know why you're mean

✶ One shot - Part 3

Pairing | mean Eddie x Fem reader

Post summary | After it seems that Eddie would open up about why he is such an ass, he resorts to his old ways & y/n isn't putting up with it this time, but she's not prepared to get what she asks for.

What to expect | Eddie being an ass, but a lil bit of a submissive softie, the long awaited fluff that has been in high demand.

Post Warnings | Pure Smut 18+, F oral, Fingering, P in V unprotected (practise safe S kids), mention of physical abuse.

Word count | 4.8K Word Count.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Authors Note | I wanted to take this mini series away from the super angry aspect and see some character development so I hope thais is what ya'll were looking for & enjoyed :) - Part 4 will depend on demand :)

Nancy’s voice prattled on my left as we made our way through the packed school corridor as the loud bell rang, bodies pressing in on us from every side as we pushed through. I tugged my books tighter to my chest as a break parted in the crowd and I spotted Eddie at his locker. His face was guarded, and his lips were pressed tight in concentration as he rolled a cigarette. My mouth went dry at the sight of him towering over the other students as they allowed him a wide berth, the memory of his rough fingertips gliding across my skin in the dark and his mouth on parts of my body that no one else had ever touched, overpowered my mind as Nancy’s words drifted into the background.

I tripped as she tugged on my sleeve, halting me to a standstill as she whisper-yelled into my ear.

“Wait, there he is!” For a wild second I thought she was talking about Eddie, and my eyes shot to her face, panic spreading across mine since I hadn’t told her about anything that had happened between us, Nancy would want details, but the things Eddie had made me do – what I’d allowed him to - felt too dirty just even thinking about talking about it. But as I watched a pretty rose colour fill her cheeks I followed her gaze, Steve Harrington was thundering down the opposite corridor from us, heading straight to where Nancy and I stood pressed against the cold metal of the lockers behind us, Tommy and Carol in tow close to him.

“Wheeler.” Steve smirked as he crossed the throng of students and made his way to our position, leaning against the wall next to Nancy, eyeing her up like she was a piece of meat. I dropped her hand and turned my concentration away as he monopolised her attention, disappointment sunk through me as I looked back to where Eddie had been standing a second ago. When I caught a glimpse of a wild mane of hair that I knew all too well disappearing behind the corner, I barely spared the group behind me a glance before my feet took off after him, leaving Nance to swoon in Harringtons presence as he invited her to some party he was throwing.

Rough hands shoved me back as I pushed my way through them as the hallway slowly emptied, watching the strong outline of Eddie’s vest walk further away from me. He didn’t turn as I called out after him, but I watched the muscle in his forearm tense as he heard my voice, shouldering his way through the side exit door as I sped up.

“Hey.” I caught the glass door as it swung back in my face, following Eddie out on the landing outside as he lit up his cigarette, the cloud of smoke puffing into the freezing air around us. He turned his head to the side and gave me a slight nod without meeting my eyes, barley acknowledging me as he shook out his jacket and jumped down the steps.

“What? Now you don’t wanna talk?” I was slower as I held onto the railing to step down the dangerously ice-covered stairs. As soon as he cleared the slippery concrete he took off in long strides across the frost-bitten field.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He dismissed me; his voice drifted back to me over the wind as I reached up to my bag to shove my textbooks deep inside it.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with my mouth last night.” I snapped, my frustration seeping through over the constant battle of feeling like I would take two steps forward with him and then ten back, his constant mood swings were giving me whiplash. The corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a grin as he spared me an almost approvingly glance before his mask of indifference slid back into place.

“What d’ya want from me y/n?” He bit back at me, heading towards the chain link fence at the end of the field, refusing to slow down as I struggled to keep up with him.

“I don’t want anything.” I gritted through my teeth as goosebumps raised on my skin. I stared at his multiple layers of warm jackets and vest longingly, any other guy at school would have had the decency to offer one to me to stop me shivering in my thin shirt and shorts. But I’d seen and felt enough to know Eddie wasn’t just any other guy.

The thought should have sent me running the other way, but it had the opposite effect.

I wasn’t stupid, just a… sucker for pain I guess.

“Everyone always wants something.” He scoffed, flicking the butt of his smoke away in a blaze of orange as we neared the tree line.

“Why is it so damn hard for you to believe that I don’t.” I slowed automatically as the boundary of metal blocked our path, but Eddie reached out with one hand and catapulted himself over the low fence, the chain lining his jean pockets rattled as he straightened up, turning to me with a dark smirk as I ran my eyes over his lean muscles. I clenched my jaw as my abdomen throbbed.

Damn him.

“Fine. Continue to act like you hate me.” I spat, spinning on my heels. I was done chasing after him, I thought last night had broken down some invisible barrier that Eddie was holding up against the whole world, and that maybe he’d let me sneak past to see the real him.

Obviously I’d been delusional and imagined it, the fantasises I had spun out in my head as I laid in my own bed late last night, laughed at me now as I started to head back towards the school in the distance.

I didn’t get very far before Eddie’s hand shot out to trap my wrist in his tight grasp. The sudden movement stole my breath as he pulled me against the fence, I looked up to meet his dark eyes as he reached down to wrap his arms around my waist and pulled me over it. My cheeks reddened and his fingertips pressed into my sides painfully as he slowly put me down in front of him, our breaths mingling in a white cold cloud as he pulled my pelvis into his.

As I closed my eyes I gasped, he had dropped his hold from around me and stormed away, the sudden swirling air of coolness assaulting my exposed skin as he ripped himself from my grasp, leaving me standing confused at the tree line as he disappeared into its depth.

The loud screech of a nest of birds taking flight from a nearby treetop sent me scurrying in after him as I hesitated, the trees that had probably been covered in burnt oranges leaves weeks ago, now crinkled underfoot from where they’d fallen to the ground. As I walked through them down the beaten track, following the large fresh footprints that had to belong to Eddie, the branches were bare, eerily daunting as they rocked in the wind. My hyperventilating breath slowed as I neared the break in the tree line, spotting Eddie’s hulking shadow leaning across the table through the cluster of trees at the end of the path.

“What are we doing out here?” I questioned.

“I’ve got someone coming to pick up soon.” He retorted, rolling his eyes like it was obvious.

“Last night, when you asked me to stay. Why?” He met my stare as his licked the paper of a fresh smoke he had just rolled.

“Technically I didn’t ask you to stay.” His cocky demeanour had well and truly settled back into its rightful place as he gaslit me, there wasn’t a trace of the vulnerability I had caught a glimpse of last night, anywhere on his face as he stared at me with utter disinterest.

Foreign rage must have flared on my own face because Eddie grinned and shot me a ‘calm down’ look, offering up a different response.

“Someone needed to teach you how to smoke properly y/n.” His gaze slowly moved from my face down my chest, I embarrassingly crossed my arms over it as his stare lingered, knowing that my hardened nipples from the cold were probably poking holes through my shirt. I waited for a rude comment from him, but it never came.

“That’s why?” I mocked, anger coursing through me because I knew he was lying, but his casual, offhand demeanour had me questioning myself and everything I thought I knew last night.

“I couldn’t have cared less if you stayed or left.” He shrugged, leaning forward to pull his lighter from his pocket.

“That’s bullshit Eddie and you know it.” I hissed, narrowing my brows as he palmed his face in frustration.

I wasn’t backing down this time.

He ignored me, so I tried a different tactic to draw him out.

“Last night, after we… I don’t know you said some things and it was like you wanted to keep talking but then you just… shut off.” I trailed off as his dark, angry eyes shot back up to mine, a rapid warning flashing in them as my words hung between us.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He growled through clenched teeth, placing the cigarette between his lips.

“Hate me all you want; I know I’m right.” I snapped, just as he lifted his lighter to his smoke my hand flashed out of its own accord to steal it from his hand. I danced out of the way precariously as he launched himself from the table at me.

I laughed as his hand swiped out to grab my side, missing me by inches as I flinched out of the way. The giggle died on my lips as he both of his hands clenched at his sides, Eddie watched me with barely concealed rage like he was thinking about wrapping those large hands around my neck.

“I’m not playing a game with you y/n.” A thrill of fear flashed through me as Eddie straightened up, his full form towering over me.

“Neither am I.” My breathless laugh sounded a lot more confident than I felt.

“Give it here.” He lunged and this time he caught me, constricting his arms around my waist and pinning me to his chest until I couldn’t breathe.

“Now!.” He scowled, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and squeezing it tight until the stinging pain made me drop his lighter into his other outstretched hand.

“I’m right here. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” I yelled at his strong back as he shoved me harshly away from him and turned from me, ignoring me as I stumbled and scraped my knees along the sharp scattered rocks underfoot.

“For fuck sakes Eddie, please, stop it. Stop pretending.” I shot to my feet as tears sprung to my eyes, brushing debris off of me as he slammed his hands down against the table, cowering over it as his vest shook with his heavy breaths. The sight of him worked up sent embarrassing feelings though me that I tried to ignore.

“I can’t.” He spat, turning to face me when he heard me scoff out of scorn.

“I can’t y/n… because that’s when I get hurt. And I can’t go through it anymore.” I dropped my crossed arms as my lips parted in surprise, running my gaze over his flushed face as each layer of protection slipped away. He shone so brightly, even in this moment of his pain, with his brows narrowed distrustfully against me, his eyes shining with unshed tears and his lips quivering from his words, I’d never seen him look so real.

“I’m not gonna hurt you Eddie.” I promised, the strength from the truth of my own words spurred me forward.

“You already have.” My eyes flashed to the new, pulsing bruise around his that matched my fingers, he didn’t sound angry, just disappointed. And somehow that made it worse.

“That was instinctual, I responded out of –“ My excuse sounded hollow to my own ears as Eddie smirked at me without humour and shook his head.

How could I deny that I didn’t mean it when I’d been the one to hit first?

My mouth went dry as he stared back at me unblinkingly, waiting for me to throw out more vindications. I truly hadn’t had one, his cruel actions and words had just brought out something in me I didn’t think I’d ever be capable off.

But Eddie was just as guilty as I was. My thoughts must have shown on my face because he spoke up before I could.

“Yeah well I guess my response was instinctual too y/n, after my dad spent twelve years beating the crap out of me until I learned how to punch back, it’s just my go to response when someone hits me now.”

The clearing fell silent around us as Eddie dropped his gaze from mine, colour filling his cheeks – from what, I couldn’t tell. A hundred emotions struggled within me over his admission, so I could only imagine that he struggled with a thousand more.

He took a deep breath before the words fell from him, expelling in a deep rush as I watched his shoulders lift as the burden broke apart.

“I was a good kid y/n. I thought things might have gotten better once I started school and I could escape my home for a bit. But on our first day… when all the parents and their kids looked at me with the same hate and disgust my dad did… I learned two things that day, I was never going to let anyone see that they got to me.” His voice was steady as he ripped the stone wall between us down, but anger shook me over his pain and a new hatred for every person that I had watched call him a freak, coursed through me.

“And if Hawkins was only going to see me as mean, no good troublemaker that wasn’t worth anyone’s time, there’s no point in trying to be anything else.”

Horror struck me as I watched his lip tremble.

There wasn’t an excuse for either of us, but maybe I understood his a little better now.

“I’m sorry for hurting you… you just hurt me. And I reacted because of that, but still Eddie, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never hurt you.” I crossed the space between us in mere seconds as I reached out to trap his face under my cold hands, running my nail over his lip. His eyes fluttered shut under my touch as his warm breath coated my hand.

“If you are so goddamn hellbent on not leaving me alone, let me show you why I wanted you to stay-.” So fast that the world spun around me in a blur, he had reached down to my waist and twisted me around to pin me against the table. His mask of defence hadn’t returned but the vulnerability was gone now, pure blazing passion in its place. My stomach flipped as he pressed his body into mine, the sharp, jagged edges of the table stabbed into my naked thighs as he brought his face closer to mine.

“I don‘t wanna hurt you anymore y/n. Not in the way that isn’t pleasurable anyway.” He paused with a small smirk on the corner of his lips as he waited for it to sink in, watching my eyes intently as my thoughts turned over.

Every mean thing he ever said sounded in my ears again, his rough touches and empty stares devoid of any kind of feeling burned behind my lids. Eddie had given me a slight reasoning for why, but the hurt from the way he’d treated me still stung freshly.

I knew that I had been the one to seek him out, promising and lying to myself that this would be the last and final time, but he had used and abused me twice now because he could, because I’d let him. My body had been nothing more than a means to an end for him, valuing his pleasure above mine always because he had just seen me as an inconvenience while I had harboured genuine feelings for him.

He repeated himself as he watched the war of indecision wage behind my teary eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you anymore.”

“And how do I know that you won’t?” I whimpered, pulling back to watch his stare harden and his jaw clench.

With slow, reverent movements, Eddie untangled himself from me, without blinking or looking away from my eyes once, he dropped down to his knees, one at a time.

Butterflies assaulted my stomach as he stared up at my through his thick, dark lashes. He didn’t say anything as he hooked his fingers through the band of my shorts, tugging them down my thighs lightly until they pooled at my feet leaving me exposed in my pink lace. I shook as he kissed the bleeding marks on my knees, moving his mouth to trace soft, fiery kisses up my legs towards my middle.

I twisted my hands in his soft curls as he pressed his face into my clothed slit, running his hard nose against my clit up and down as I trembled and arched back against the table, pulling his hair to push him further into me as I moaned his name.

“Eds- Eddie. Stop.” My plea was useless as my words died in the wind as he lightly nipped at my bud though my panties with his sharp teeth.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.” He pulled the fabric to the side to slide a long finger inside of me, I shuddered and ground down onto his face as he smirked, not allowing me to find my purchase.

“You’re – you’re…” I cried out as his tongue lapped at my slit, flickering over my sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure to crash over me.

“What? Being mean?” He taunted as he pulled his hand from me, the loss of feeling made me curl over his face, shivering against him as he buried his mouth further into me. His hands clenched my hips as I leant back against the table, grinding them against his face as his tongue lapped at my clit, the feeling should have been illegal. I was merciless under his touch as his dark glare swivelled up to meet mine from between my legs.

As I halted and gasped, bunching up as the familiar heat coiled inside of me, he pulled back instantly. Cold air burned against the wet streaks of slick that ran down my thighs from the pleasure that Eddie’s tongue had created, he grinned as I leant up stunned.

“Yes you’re mean.” I gulped, tracing my fingers to my throbbing clit as it begged for release. Eddie grabbed my hand before I could and stood up, running the back of his across his face from where my essence was smeared across his chin.

“Yeah, but you like it.” He smirked, letting go of my arm to snake his around me to pull me close, my shorts were still around my ankles as he lifted me into the air, placing me gently onto the table as he slid between my legs, pressing his hot lips against mine as I moaned, the taste of me swirled in my mouth along with his tongue. As the wind settled down the only noises in the hidden clearing were the sinful gasps tumbling from my lips as Eddie’s mouth moved to my neck, sucking and lightly biting at the soft skin as I dug my nails into his shoulders.

He pressed a rough kiss to my jaw as I wrapped my legs around him, begging for more. Eddie’s warm fingers skimmed across my waist as he reached for the hem of my shirt to rip it over my head, but my quick hands stopped him.

“Wait.” I cried.

“What?” He scoffed, our chests heaving as we caught out breath.

“It’s cold.” I whispered as a violent gust of air shot over us. He smiled sarcastically and made a rude sound in his chest as he ignored me and tore it over me anyway, tossing it into the abyss. I brushed my messy hair away from my face, but before I could look at him with disappointment that he had once again ignored my choice, he had reached up to tear his jacket from his shoulders and flung it over me, nodding for me to hold my arms out as he slid the oversized fabric onto me.

His warmth and signature scent made my head swim as an unfamiliar warmth shot through me as I traced my fingers over his exposed biceps under his tight, dark shirt, Eddie’s dark eyes softened briefly before he brushed his lips against mine, his long fingers trailing across my naked chest as I jolted under his touch. He leaned over me as my eyes fluttered shut, forcing me to arch my back as he wrapped an arm around my ass to pull me closer into him, his free hand lightly twisting his fingers in my hair to pull my head back, allowing him to deepen this kiss. I struggled against his chest as I felt his harden cock press into me from beneath his jeans.

It took him a moment before he realised I was pushing against him and not pulling him into me anymore, he broke apart from me with a frustrated glare and raised his brow as he waited for me to interrupt him, sighing as his hands fell to his jeans to undo his belt. My gaze fell between us as he sprung free, gulping as the pre cum dripped from his tip.

“But what about the guys that are coming to buy off you? They might see us.” My eyes rolled into my head as he latched back onto my neck, rolling his tongue over my skin as he ran his hard cock against my clothed pussy, pushing into my covered entrance as a deep growl rose from his chest.

“So what? Then they’ll know you’re mine.” I didn’t have time to give him any kind of response asides from meeting his stare, I couldn’t even remind him that he didn’t have a condom on because at that moment his had ripped my panties to the side and buried himself inside of me. I almost screamed out embarrassingly as the feeling of him filled me up perfectly, his length hitting a spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. He reached down to pull my legs up around him, shifting his arms to wrap around my back as his mouth settled on my tits bouncing with his movements.

“I was wrong y/n, you’re not a whore. You’re my whore.” I gasped loudly and hid my face in the crook of his shoulder as he thrusted deeper into me, crying into his delicate skin as his pace picked up.

My cheeks blushed hard as the sounds falling from his lips made me giddy, I was lost in my own feeling his body was creating inside of mine, but knowing and hearing how good I was making him feel?

God, it was sinful. Something I was willing to go to hell over.

I clenched my walls together around the size of him as he pushed back into me, Eddie faltered and fell against me, moaning into my neck as his pace turned frantic.

“Fuck y/n, what are you doing to me?” His voice was primitive and excited, low enough that the vibrations set my skin on fire. The sound of my name on his lips was enough to send me over the edge, somehow Eddie already knew my body better than I did because his hand fell between us to rub fast circles on my throbbing clit as I threw my head back, in seconds he had hurtled me over the edge as bright spots burst across my vision and I collapsed against his chest with a scream that echoed around the clearing.

It was almost too much as he pumped even deeper into my pussy before shivering over me, pulling me against him tight enough to crush me as he rode out his orgasm inside of me, as he roamed his lips over any patch of my skin he could get to, I gently stroked my fingers through his loose curls, using my free hand to trace my nails on the back of his neck as he shuddered and convulsed, smiling as he moaned my name one last time.

To say that we had untangled ourselves from each other and pulled our pants back up literally in the nick of time, was an understatement. The pair of seniors that Eddie was selling to, stumbled through the undergrowth into the clearing as their loud laughs filled the air until the spotted us next to the table, I spun away quickly as I wrapped Eddie’s jacket tighter over my naked torso as I looked around for my shirt. The newcomers shot us confused looks over my presence as they made their way towards Eddie, pulling a wad of cash from the depths of their pockets.

“Uh hey man, we still good to do this?” The taller senior spoke up.

Eddie spared me a quick glance as he pushed his hair away from his face, striding over to where I hid away at the opposite end of the table. I looked up in shock as he dug his hand into the pocket of his jacket that I still had on, his hand squeezed my hip playfully as he pulled the bag of drugs from the side of it, winking at me as I dropped my gaze and smiled.

His own smile dropped, and the careful angry mask fell into place as he turned back to the guys waiting impatiently, his hand outstretched as he waited for the money. The one who spoke handed it to him as the other shouted gleefully.

“Damn y/n, I knew you were a slut, but the woods? Really?” I spun around to face the shorter friend as he pointed at my shirt caught on the branch of a nearby tree, swaying rudely in the wind.

I had been watching him but even I wasn’t quick enough to see it, in a split second the guy’s head snapped back harshly, and blood spluttered from his nose, spraying over the grass beneath him. Eddie pulled back his fist and shook it as he flexed out his fingers, his eyes flashing to the other senior as he ran to his friends aid.

“Ow son of a bit-“ I stood rooted to the spot as Eddie examined his knuckles, watching the calm lines of his face strain as he kept his voice even and watched the dude he punched cower over in pain.

“Don’t ever call her that again. Don’t even look at her.” He flicked the bag of drugs at feet of the pair of them as the taller guy tried to wipe the steady stream of blood away and the other one cried out like a child.

My eyes flashed to Eddie’s excitedly as he reached out his hand to me, holding his arm out behind his back as I leant forward to slide my shaking fingers into his secure ones, he gave me a reassuring squeeze as he tugged me away from the scene, shooting me a confused glance as I moved away from him to reach for my shirt.

“Leave it, you look better in my jacket.” He shook his head as we walked back to the path, I laughed at his carefree expression, shocked at his ability to stray from the conformant of society so easily.

“See y/n, I’m mean to everyone.” He joked, shooting a look over his shoulder as the pair of students disappeared around the corner the further we walked down the track, I watched in awe as his back muscles flex as he towed me forward.

“Just not to me right?” I quipped back, the light airiness of my tone not quite concealing my sense of seriousness. My stomach tightened as Eddie looked at me with a mix of sadness and genuineness.

“Never again sweetheart.” He squeezed my hand again with a small smile, his voice as honest as I’d ever heard it, his words sent a thrilling feeling of happiness through me because this time, I believed him.

Part Four

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Lucky Boy | Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie Munson always deserves a reward when he's done well, so after another magnificent show with his band, who are you to deny him his prize, in the back of the van, naked and all to himself.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, Sub Eddie Munson, dom reader! Colour system used, protected sex, vaginal sex, gender-neutral pronouns for the reader but fem anatomy, come eating, oral sex (male and female receiving) ring kink, bruising, hair pulling kink, hand job, van sex, praise kink, cigarette smoking

Request: Hiya! After show anon here! I would love for sub!Eddie, I think that would fit the vibe after the reader watches his show, if that makes any sense? No specific kinks or anything, but female anatomy. Gender-neutral pronouns are completely fine though!

Word Count: 3k!

A/N: I loved this request and woah is this filthy! Enjoy!

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There was nothing like being at one of Eddie’s shows, watching the man rock out on his guitar while the whole crowd is captivated by him. It was as if he had the whole world at a standstill while his fingers plucked at the strings, and you couldn’t help but watch him with all the adoration in your eyes from the side of the stage.

He played in such a way that had people fawning over him, girls getting so close to the stage to try and be noticed by him, boys dancing and acting just like him as he stomped around the stage while he threw his head back and forth. Every song was a new dream, every lyric a new chant, and soon the concert had passed you by and the band were coming off the stage.

Eddie went straight for you, gathering him in your arms with the biggest grin you’d ever seen and that glimmer in his eyes you loved so much. He couldn’t help but kiss you, even if all his bandmates groaned around him, but he didn’t care. With his hands on your waist and chest pressed against yours, he wasn’t letting you go any time soon. This was his moment, his reward for playing so well, and he wasn’t missing a single second of it.

“Hey, Eddie, you coming to the party at Mark’s tonight?” One of his band mates came up to Eddie and swung an arm over his shoulder. “C’mon man, bring your babe and let’s party.”

You knew Eddie was tempted, could see it in his eyes that he liked the idea of partying with his friends, getting drunk off cheap beer, and lording it over as the frontman of the band. But he made his decision as soon as he looked at you, eyes filled with a heat he just knew he had to get a fill of.

“Maybe later dude, you guys go have fun though.” With that, Eddie was pulling you away from the rest of the band and dragging you away to the back of the building and out the door.

“You know, if you really want to, you can go to the party.” Eddie pulls open the back doors of his van, which is hiding in a dark part of the carpark, revealing the surprisingly clean interior, with sleek leather seats and black shiny paint.

“I know I could, doll. But honestly, I’d rather spend tonight. Plus, if I remember correctly, you promised me a gift after the show.” You let out a laugh, knowing how this night was already going to go down.

“Well, then, Eddie Munson, you want your gift?” He nods eagerly and doesn’t even wince when you push him into the back of the van, letting him get adjusted against one of the walls. “Then you better listen to me, pretty boy. I’m in charge tonight, okay?”

He’s nodding again, reaching for you with a look of so much love on his face that it nearly makes you melt. But you bat his hands away and dodge his kiss when he leans in. You push him back against the body of the van, hand on his chest and nails digging in slightly.

“I need words, baby, otherwise everything stops now. Are you ready to behave?” Eddie swallows the excited lump in his throat but answers you firmly.

“Yes, please doll.” You’re happy with that answer, and after you got comfortable in your position between Eddie’s spread legs, you strip yourself of your jacket, revealing a sheer t-shirt that had Eddie admiring you right away.

He’d always liked your breasts, always thought they were the perfect shape and size for him to leave small bite marks on and grip with his hands, and now he couldn’t look away. But you didn’t mind, secretly you were always flattered. So when he reached out to touch you above the shirt, you didn’t stop your already needy boyfriend. You were his reward after all.

“You want me to kiss you, baby boy? Yeah?” He’s nodding again, and you don’t hesitate to press your lips against his finally, in a kiss that he’s been dreaming about for ages now. It’s firm and fast and sloppy and just what he was hoping for. Your hand is in his hair, and like always, you’re gently tugging at the strands, making him moan pitifully against your mouth.

He was always so easy to rile up, push a few buttons and already he wants you in his arms. But sometimes it’s fine to take time, to tease him a little and leave him a begging mess, and that’s exactly what you planned to do tonight.

Eddie whined when your lips left his lips and travelled down his neck, sucking against his pulse point harshly, leaving marks that you know he’ll love. His hands are on your waist, holding you tightly so you can’t move away, but you both know he’ll let go the second you want him to. And he does, when you help him take off his shirt and leather jacket, throwing them to the other side of the van. He’s not expecting you to pay so much attention to his chest, doesn’t expect the cool chill of the metal of your necklaces against his skin either, but he’s in heaven when your teeth latch around his nipple and give it a soft tug, an action that makes him keen into you.

“Oh, doll, fuck baby.” Eddie’s whining softly, making you grin against his skin. He wants you to go faster, nearly begs you to, but you both know that you’re in control tonight, and it’s never been more certain when you take his hands off your waist and put them over his head.

“Listen up, baby. I’m going to give you your reward now, and if you play nice, you might earn something special. But if not…well, maybe I’ll make you go to that party, hard as a rock inside these very tight jeans. Understand, Eddie?” You watch him, making sure he understands the implications, and he stares right back at you, hands where you put them and chest littered with bruises and harsh red marks from your nails.

“I understand. Now please, doll, do something.” Eddie bucks his hips up then, jostling you slightly from your position on his lap, but you’re not done talking.

“Hey, you can wait another thirty seconds, Munson. Now, what’s your colour?” The colour system wasn’t anything new to the two of you, and even if Eddie didn’t think it was needed tonight, you still wanted that extra bit of security in case it did get too much for him.

“Green.” You nod, accepting his answer, and then you lean in to kiss him again, soft and slow to start. Eddie loves kisses like this, loves when you take your time with him and pour all the love and affection you have for him into a kiss. But what he doesn’t know is that you’re only trying to distract him, undoing the buttons of his jeans and slowly pulling down the zipper.

Eddie gasps loudly against your lips when you get your hand on his cock, already hard and red and smacking against his stomach with a sightly wet sound. He throws his head back against the wall, seeking some kind of relief from the hell you’re about to put him through, but seconds later, his eyes are back on you and his cock.

“Ohhh, what’s this? Did I get you all riled up, baby? Do you need me to make it better? Need me to let you come?” Eddie’s nodding furiously, watching as you leaned down to spit on the tip of his cock, using it as lube so you could run your hand over him.

He’s moaning loudly, not caring if anyone hears the two of you, and you chuckle darkly when he groans and drops his head down when you play with the slit. You take him in your mouth then, hot and wet and perfect for him. He can’t help but buck his hips up, but you take it in your stride, swallowing around him and letting your tongue travel up the vein.

Eddie’s being such a good boy, so loud and responsive for you, and not once has he let his hands move from their position. You didn’t expect him to be so good, so perfect for you. And as you take him down deeper, you look up to watch him in ecstasy, eyes shut tight and his hands forming fists. He’s trying so hard not to come too early, wanting the moment to last a bit longer, but you don’t mind.

“Fuck, doll, I swear to god, I’m so close.” He’s muttering now, and when you dig your nails into his waist just like he always loves, his hips lift until you’re choking on his cock. He’s in such bliss as spit falls from your mouth and tears well up in your eyes as you take him deep, filling your nostrils with his scent of musky cologne and cheap cigarettes he always keeps in the van.

You pull your mouth away from him then, and when you move to kiss him, he lets you willingly, your hand coming up to tug on his hair and his pre-cum and your spit covering your lips. It’s never been so dirty between you, but Eddie’s loving it, bucking his hips up repeatedly to get some sort of friction on his aching cock that’s now being neglected.

“Here’s what's going to happen, pretty boy. I’m gonna finish sucking you off, then I’m going to make you cum again and let you fuck me, and then, to finish the night off, you can do whatever you want to me. Sound good?” Eddie’s nearly going delirious as you list out your plan, but he’s nodding his head again, eyes wide and jaw slack when your hand lands back on his cock. He’s muttering soft “yes’s” into the warm air of the van, so you know he got the picture, and you don’t hesitate to start sucking him again, fingers biting into the skin of his thighs so he stays still.

It only takes a few more minutes, and you knew Eddie was trying to hold it in. But you weren’t going to let him, and after running your tongue over the slit one more time and pinching his nipple, he’s cumming into your mouth, hips bucking up erratically and choking you slightly.

You swallow it all down to the bewilderment of Eddie, who looks at you like you’re some type of devil come down to bless him with some type of hellish miracle, and Eddie breaks his promise then and drags you to him.

He’s kissing like he’s on fire, lips half missing yours in his desperation to taste you, taste his cum on your tongue and the orange balm you always put on your lips, and for a moment you can’t breathe, dizzy as his hands wander your body. Eddie strips you of your shirt and bra without a second thought, and tears your jeans from your body, much to your surprise.

“I’ll buy you new ones, promise.” And then he’s got you on his lap, and when his fingers touch your very neglected core to make sure you’re ready to take him, he whimpers, fingers glistening with juices that have soaked through your underwear. “Doll…I-...you’re going to ruin me one of these days.”

“Get on with it, Munson, I don’t have all night to wait, you want to make me cum or not?” Eddie’s got that glimmer in his eyes that you know means trouble, but you’re too sick of waiting. But luckily Eddie doesn’t have to be asked twice, because after rolling on a condom (because as much as he’s a rule-breaker, he doesn’t want to get you knocked up just yet) he’s grabbing your hips and sinking you onto him.

It’s pure ecstasy, and as you adjust to his size, you’re biting down on his shoulder, leaving teeth-shaped marks on his pale skin that he’ll treasure. He’s watching you, making sure you’re okay and when you nod and squeeze his bicep, he lets a small smirk escape before he’s fucking up into you, watching you bounce on his cock and whining into his neck.

Eddie’s so sensitive, already rock hard again even if he only came minutes ago, but he’s determined to get you off first. He’s tugging at your nipples, cold rings blissfully stinging against your skin as he leans in and sucks a mark to the crook of your neck.

You’re so wet, dripping down your thighs and onto his cock, and his hands are pressing down so hard on your thighs that the patterns of his rings are leaving indents on your skin, bruising. It makes you so much wetter, being marked by your boy, and when Eddie sucks on your nipple a final time, suddenly you’re coming, back arching and tightening around him.

You’re gasping for air, eyes wide and wet as the pleasure hits you in waves, shaking your body right to the core while Eddie keeps fucking up into you, watching you in awe as your eyes close and your hands go for his neck, fingers tightening against his pulse point. Eddie’s gone then too, yelling loudly as he pumps into you and spills his cum into the condom, breathing heavy and holding you tight against his chest. You’ve slumped against him, sweaty bodies pressing together, and for a moment all you can do is laugh.

“Hell, pretty boy, who knew you come make me cum like that.” Eddie is still keening at the praise, even if he has nearly fucked your brains out and is now covered in cum, eyes deep and watching your every move. He smiles like he’s in a dream, kissing up your neck and cheek to help you come down, but when you push away from him gently, he furrows his brow. “Hey, I’m okay, you did good, baby boy, I promise. But I do remember promising you can do whatever you want to me now.”

“A…Anything?” He nearly goes crazy at the endless thoughts running through his brain, but when he sees your juices dripping down his thighs from where you’ve just cum, he knows instantly what he wants. And without a word or a clue to you, he’s got you on your back, body flat against the floor of the van and the blankets that softened you from the harsh metal.

Suddenly he’s a man starved as if he hasn’t just cum twice and made you cum once, and before you know it, he’s got his mouth on you, making you shriek in shock. He dives in, giving you no chance to breathe, and you can feel him licking against your clit, vibrations sending sparks into your core again. It’s nearly too much for you, you nearly want to push him off but then he looks up at you from between your legs and those big brown eyes do you in, melting into his touch.

You’re silent, so tired and nearly at the end of your tether, but Eddie doesn’t mind, he can feel you reacting against his mouth, getting wetter again as he crooks a finger into and rubs his fingertip against your walls. He’s urging you on, a hunger in his eyes you’ve never seen before, and like always, he’s being your perfect good boy, grabbing your hand to ground the both of you to the moment.

Finally, after the waves of pleasure broke against you, you were cumming. In fact, for the first time, your cum was squirting out of you, soaking Eddie’s face and your thighs. He pulls away from you then, making sure you don’t get too oversensitive and he holds you tightly as you shake from the aftershocks that rack your body, and he can’t speak, too entranced by the picture of you shaking against the floor of the van in pleasure. You’re squeezing the hand that grips yours, pulling him to you in need, and he comes willingly, lying down next to you and kissing you delicately.

It takes a while for both of you to come down, pleasure slowly fading into a pleasant hum as you lie with your head on his chest, arms slung over his waist and his hand holding you tightly. That’s when he gets out the cigarettes, lights one quickly and takes it into his mouth. He knows he should quit the dirty things, but he can’t, just like he can’t quit you.

“You know, I think that reward was very much deserved, Munson.” He laughs as you look up from him, cigarette teetering between his lips.

“Oh yeah? Well, aren’t I the luckiest boy in Hawkins?” He kisses you then and wraps the two of you in the warm blankets that cover the van floor. “Got the prettiest doll by my side, just had the best sex of my life, and played the biggest show so far.”

“Best sex of your life, huh? And guess who’s to thank for that, lucky boy?” Eddie grins down at you, pinching your side teasingly. But he kisses you sweet and soft again, cupping your cheek with his free hand.

“Thank you, doll. Now, let’s get dressed so I can drive us back to the trailer.” He’s putting his shirt back on then and fumbling slightly with his jeans. “I’ve got the rest of the night to repay you, and I’m not letting that go.”

You loved Eddie Munson and the chaotic character that he was. With those long brown locks and deep brown eyes, you knew you’d be in the palm of his hand for the rest of existence. But sometimes you could take that control back, make him beg for you, and on those nights, the both of you knew how lucky the both of you were, even if Eddie nicknamed himself “lucky boy”.

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𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want? [3k]

fem!reader, shy!reader, implied inexpereinced!reader, friends-to-lovers, pining, mdni heavy petting, hickeys, lots of hickeys, marking up, neck kissing, shoulder kissing, heat of the moment confessions, eddie being flirty but also a good friend, requested here

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Eddie strokes down the length of his guitar neck almost tenderly. You're focused on his hands rather than his mouth as he recounts last night's date to you, distracted by the deft movement of his fingers, which aren't exactly small. It's an oxymoron —paradoxical, even— that his thick fingers would move with such gentle precision.

You shift around where you're sitting on his bedroom floor, criss-cross applesauce with an uncomfortable heat rising from the bottomless pit of your stomach to your tight collar. The white button up you'd worn under your sweater vest is a size too small. You're really starting to notice.

You peel out of the vest and hope it'll help you calm down.

"She wasn't exactly sweet," Eddie says, plucking a string, listening to the sound, and tuning it this way or that depending on how he liked it. "I think she wanted to get it over with, which isn't really my thing. She was in my lap before I could make it clear I wasn't interested in anything quick."

You lift your gaze from his hands. He must feel you watching his face. He looks up in tandem and smiles reassuringly. "It's fine. I kind of thought she was getting into it, she was like a vampire on me at one point, but I wasn't feeling it and it's clear she wasn't either. Drove her home. How was your night, d'you watch that tape?"

You trace the coil of a black curl down to his shoulder, and can't force yourself to meet his eyes as you ask, "A vampire?"

"What?"

"She was like a vampire at one point, you said." Eddie's arm goes still. "What did you mean by that?" you ask.

He puts his guitar down on the floor. You worry you've said something truly dull for him to place his sweetheart in such a rush, but Eddie's like that. He can tell you're embarrassed no doubt, and he's giving you the answer to your question as swiftly as he can to soothe the wound.

"Here, look," he says. He pushes his hair away from his neck on one side and tilts his head, bearing a wine-stained curve of skin to you unabashedly. "She kissed me. She gave me a hickey, used a lot of teeth. That's why it's bruised so much on the edges."

Warmth you've never felt rushes in, like your blood has superheated, and it's written on your face. Eddie's room feels suddenly a thousand times smaller than before and more intimate, his poster wallpaper curving in, the space between you inching closer.

"Sorry," he says, "I know it's kind of weird to show you."

"No, I'm sorry," you say, mortified. "I shouldn't have asked you."

"Yeah, you should. You didn't get it and now you do. I don't mind telling you."

Eddie lets his hair fall back against his neck, a kinky curtain that looks ridiculously soft in the orangey light of his lamp. There's a butter smoothness to it, and the way he moves as he does is worse, his hand open and reaching for you. He doesn't hold your hand, doesn't even try, just lets his upturned palm hang off the edge of his knee as if to say, Ask me whatever it is you want to ask me. It's cool.

"Why would she do that?" you ask, gesturing to your neck.

"It's not her fault, I was flirting with her a ton trying to make it work."

"Not like that."

Eddie's hand turns toward his knee. "Like what?"

Your hand drifts to your own neck absentmindedly. You get kissing, wanting to be kissed and wanting to give them. You understand why she kissed his neck; if you'd been in her position, alone in the car with Eddie laying his charm on thick, you might climb the console and push aside his hair too.

"I know why she kissed you. I don't see why she…" You rub your lips together, your embarrassment turning sharp. You hate how humiliating this feels. "I know what a hickey is, Eds, but why would you want one?"

His turn to fluster. The tiniest tinge of pink paints his cheeks. "Are you asking me why I enjoyed it?"

"Did you?"

You despise yourself, truly. Worse when Eddie laughs, his chest forward, hair falling in his face as he chuckles sincerely.

"Yeah," he says, smiling at you "I liked it. Before she started trying to kill me I was having a good time."

He doesn't put you through the agony of asking what you both know he wants to.

You've never had one?

"It feels warm, and it's– you know how being kissed gives you butterflies, right? It's better than that. It's hot, and all her weight is on you and you have your hand on her back trying to pull her in, and she's as close as she can be without, you know." Something flickers across Eddie's face. Not longing, but a remembered pleasure. It makes you squirm.

"I don't see how it doesn't just hurt."

The hand that hadn't been reaching for you holds a pick. He flashes it between his fingers, a party trick, a nervous tic, his eyelashes tangling together as his eyelids inch closed. He scrunches his face up for a second.

"Don't hate me if I ask you something weird," Eddie says, eyes shut tight.

You don't think you could. You watch Eddie's face, knowing he can't see your analysis, and feel a shock of pins and needles in your hands when his eyes open and immediately lock on to yours.

"Do you want me to give you one?" he asks.

Your lips feel like they've been glued shut. You're aware of your breathing, how shallow each inhale has become, but you can't do anything about it.

He has the decency to acknowledge what position his question puts you in, "I know it might be weird but I can't describe it to you if you don't know what it feels like."

You surprise him. You surprise yourself. "Uh, yeah. Okay."

"Yeah?"

"It doesn't hurt?"

"Not unless you want it to." A hint of a smirk plays on his lips, though it fades quickly. "It doesn't hurt. That's not the point. But it can feel… foreign."

You nod jerkily, wishing you knew what to do.

The atmosphere is thick enough to cut through. Neither of you like it. Eddie gives you another type of smile, a familiar one that says, I'm your best friend, I always will be, so please chill out.

"You're gonna have to sit in my lap."

You actually laugh. "Eddie," you chastise, thinking it's a bad joke.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it's that or the bed." His teasing tone is light, but he still adds, "I mean, we can do it sitting next to each other but it's difficult. Whatever you want, though."

You climb up on your knees. You're shy, absolutely, you always will be and especially when Eddie's teasing, but he really is your best friend, and the bed isn't happening.

He doesn't scare you.

He grins and ushers you toward him. "Alright, come here." He tugs one of your thighs over his lap and your breath catches. He grabs the other and any laughter between you abruptly dies.

You settle over his lap with an expression not far from pained. Eddie's hands rest against your thigh and your hip. He has to look up at you now, and he does as he encourages your weight firmly downward. You're more than conscious of where you're positioned.

"Do me a favour?" he asks.

"Yeah." You put your hand on his chest tentatively.

"Don't suffer through it if you hate it, okay? All you have to do is say something and I'll stop, but if you feel like you can't, a good right hook would work too."

"I'm not gonna hurt you," you protest.

"Me neither," he says. His hand lifts from your thigh to your neck, and he brushes his fingertips down the curve of it ineffectually. It would feel good if you weren't choking on air. "Relax, sweetheart. Please."

"I'm really warm."

"Your shirt's too tight anyway," he says, hand at your collar. He thumbs open your top button, a second, and exposes the flat of your chest. His fingers slide across your neck as he folds back your starched collar. They're cool compared to the raging heat he finds there.

You take a deep breath.

"You could put your hands in my hair," he says. Wishful thinking has hope colouring his tone.

You put your hands on his shoulders. The very tips of your fingers partition his curls.

He raises an arm above your mess of limbs to weave a hand behind your ear. It's then that you feel his callouses, so rough against the delicate skin of your scalp. Despite their texture, you find it feels good. He tucks his hand in tight, and slowly, slowly turns your head to the side.

"Look up," he murmurs.

You lift your head and stare at the ceiling with widened eyes.

He can't know but he does, and he says, "Close your eyes." The heat of his breath kisses your neck.

You shiver at the suggestion of his lips, and again when they press to your skin. Close-lipped, Eddie kisses the skin just under your ear where on the opposite side of your head his thumb strokes quarter circles. You're quickly overwhelmed by the duelling sensations. You don't notice his lips have parted until he's kissing a sloven path downward, his spit cooling in wake.

This isn't a hickey, this is straight up kissing, and you don't know what to do with how you feel. You hide your hands in his hair.

It tugs him forward. He reads your hands for enthusiasm, and if it is or isn't he pulls you closer still and opens his mouth against your skin. His teeth are impossible to ignore.

Your hand works further into his hair, getting caught in a tangle as he sucks your skin between his lips. His lazy mouthing turns insistent but still gentle, his teeth scratching ever so slightly at your pulse as it capers beneath his ministrations. You gasp at the warmth blossoming under your ribs. You cup the back of his neck a touch too tight.

He doesn't stop kissing you, only grabs your wrist to stop you from choking him out. You make a sound you've never made with him before, a mewl, all breathless and teary as the sensation worsens. Which is to say, betters.

He breaks a particularly rough kiss to suck in breath, his nose sliding up the curve of your neck as he leans back. "You okay?" he murmurs, half-lidded eyes locking onto your flushed face.

"Why does it feel like that?" you ask.

He drops his head, his nose level with your chin. "I don't know," he says, punctuating with a kiss right there, the closest bit of skin he can find. "Want me to do it again?"

You swallow and he must see it. He says nothing, wrapping his arms around your waist as he waits for you to respond. Your stomach pushes into his, your arms braced on his shoulder so you don't collapse into his front, limp with touch.

"Sweetheart, can I do it again?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say, quiet but enthusiastic. "Please."

He's slower this time. Eddie leans into your neck and doesn't kiss you at first, his lips so close to your skin that you can feel their phantom. You skin tingles from his previous scandalising, and it doesn't beg, skin can't beg, but you can, you curl your arm behind his neck and hook his head there, crushing his hair to the crook of your arm. He doesn't take much convincing beyond that. His lips smush against your neck and you feel every millimetre as they part, heat and warmth and wet spreading like budding flowers come to bloom. You melt into him soon after, and Eddie takes your weight in stride, hand at the small of your back and pulling you in so hard you can feel his ribs.

When you think you're used to it —not used to it, but expecting what can be expected— Eddie nips you. Tiny dainty kisses broken up with a nibbling you'd couldn't describe as anything but playful. He laughs at your gasping and does it again, again, giddy hot laughter mixed with one of the strangest feelings you've ever been subjected to. You're molten. You're dizzy with it.

Eddie pulls back enough to ask, "I'm gonna undo another button, okay? Just one. Is that alright?"

"What for?"

"So I can kiss your shoulder. Just your shoulder." He sounds pleading, desperately excited in a way you've never heard him and you want to know what it'll feel like, so you let him.

This next button unveils the top of your bra and the soft hills of your breasts. He doesn't look, barely glances at his hand as he tugs your shirts down your arm, diving into the juncture of your neck like he needs it to breathe. His kisses are proper compared to some of the stuff he's been doing, but then he opens his mouth and the flat of his tongue wets your skin as he kisses kisses kisses down your shoulder. His hand is somewhere under your shirt, fingers slipped under your bra strap and pulling teasingly at the elastic as he eases you down in his arms. You're shorter than him where you'd started taller, totally compressed in his arms and at his mercy.

When he pulls back, the slimmest ribbon of spit shines between your shoulder and his lips. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, his eyes glassy, and that hand cups your face. He pretty much grabs you, but there's not a lick of cruelty in his touch. Eddie's rough. Never cruel.

"You're on fire," he says. It's objective rather than joking. "You're so hot. Do you want to stop?"

"Not– not unless you want to," you say, trying to quieten your breathing. You sound like you've run a marathon. It feels like it.

"I'm gonna give you a real one, cool?"

"I didn't know they weren't real."

"Oh, sweetheart," he says, and his eyes are damning, a loving pity in the black of his blown pupils, "I was just warming you up."

Your mind blanks.

"Make sure I can hide it," you say.

You aren't thinking straight, concerned about hiding his hickeys but not what this means for the two of you. His unexpected hunger, and your willingness to let him eat you whole.

"I don't think you can hide it anymore," he says, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You look down at his lips. They're rosy, swollen from the pressure.

He sees you looking.

He yanks you in by the waist and sizes you up, almost, like he's calling your bluff, not spiteful but something mean about him as he stares at your mouth in return.

Like he doesn't want you to make the mistake. Like he knows you won't.

His hand tips your chin up high and he ducks his own down. An inch and you'd be kissing. That's all it would take.

"Is that really what you want?" he asks.

"I don't know," you say. Is it what he wants?

It has to be.

"Have you wanted to, before?" He draws a line down your cheek with his marriage finger. Fast as a heavy tear. "You want me to kiss you?"

"Yeah," you whisper, trying to make sense of this, your sudden confession, a secret want pushed into the light.

Eddie turns his hand and strokes down your cheek with the back of it, pushing any dampened baby hairs away from your skin. His gaze softens.

"Was that so hard?" he asks.

"You knew?"

He kisses you. He's smiling, and he doesn't take just one. He must kiss you four or five times, your lips parted enough to know he could push it further if he wanted, but he doesn't. These kisses are unhurried, missing the ravenous passion of his hickeying but not the fondness.

"You don't know how hard it is," he says after he's broken away, his forehead tipped against yours, "how hard it is to have someone look at you like you look at me everyday, like I'm something you can't have."

"I didn't know–" you knew. You felt the same. His kissing is evidence alone. it's confessional.

"I know. Guess I thought nothing good would come of it, but– but I don't want good. I want you."

He pulls back quickly, like you've said something confessional rather than him. He surprised himself.

"I'm not good?" you ask.

"You're good. You'll ruin me, that's all."

You don't have time to ask him what he means by that. He kisses you again, kisses your cheek, draws a line of crescent moons down along your neck to the mess he's made of you. He kisses– he sucks your neck so hard, so sudden, that goosebumps erupt and you can't stop yourself from saying, "Ohh," as you cling to his shoulders.

This is the vampire thing he'd talked about, the points of his teeth stark against your skin even now. There's another layer of vulnerability unveiled here, knowing that he could really hurt you and knowing he never would. He kisses you until you're overwhelmed by him. Heat everywhere. Sweat shining on your skin. You don't want anything else but this.

You squeak as the pressure turns from pleasurable to too much. Eddie hears the pain in it and pulls away, instantly sorry and willing to prove it, his hands cradling your face.

You pant. He shushes you gently.

"Sorry, baby." He pets your cheeks.

Your head falls back, too heavy on your sore neck. You feel wiped.

Wiped, but good. Lax.

"That was nice," you say breathlessly.

Eddie sits up and drags you with him, hand behind your neck to prop you up. He's laughing again, his awful sweet laugh that you've heard a thousand times before. It never fails to make you smile.

"You're like a dead fish."

You cover an eye with your hand. "I take it the romance is over."

"You thought that was romantic? Babe, I'm only getting started."

Eddie gives you a quick peck. Where his hickey had felt like the heart of a star growing hotter with each passing second, his smaller kiss feels like the sun through blinds, a dappling of warmth.

"Are you messing with me?" you ask.

He pushes his arms over your shoulders for a hug.

"No. Not messing with you." His nose rubs against the shell of your ear. "It's about time we talked."

You let your hand drift down the dip of his back.

"Okay," you mumble. Talking. You need to talk about whatever it is that just happened.

"...Maybe I'll get you a glass of water first," he adds.

"That's a good idea."

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Haunted House

Scare actor!Eddie x fem!reader, smutty smut smut 18+ (minors dni), 2.3k words

Loosely inspired by fryboy TikTok…

CW: pre-established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex (pls be smart), slight exhibitionism (almost walked in on), dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), a lil dom!Eddie if you squint, praise and degradation

Posting this at 11:55pm on October 31st so enjoy this as a lil Halloween Special 🎃👻 (unedited, I’m so sorry if there are any typos or anything, also sorry if it’s shit it’s kinda rushed) __________

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Somehow Dustin convinced Eddie to be a scare actor when the Halloween carnival came to Hawkins. And somehow Eddie convinced you to do something a lil risky on his last night as a “Haunter.”

You had gone to almost every Fright Night of the season to support Eddie and also spend time with Robin and Nancy, but this time you went by yourself—and dressed how Eds asked you to so nicely that morning.

“Please baby,” he whined, nuzzling into your neck as you look at the scraps of fabric on the bed that Eddie called a costume. “You’ll look so fucking pretty, and it’ll be so easy to slip right in.” You could hear his smirk as his hands groped your front through your pajamas. You mewled and ground back into him, huffing out a “fine” and trying to fein annoyance even though you were already getting turned on thinking about his plans.

Eddie was a suited up sad clown. White shirt, black slacks and suspenders. Face painted white with black triangles above and below his eyes and an exaggerated smile from the same black paint. He’s been that character the entire month, his tall and lanky but fit figure perfect for towering over carnival goers when he walks around and also in his designated haunted house—there were 3 houses total, the most they’ve had.

He told you early on in the season that he wanted you to suck him off in a room of his haunted house. You two talked it over and decided the last night of the carnival was the best option so he wouldn’t potentially loose his job. With how insatiable Eddie was when he got home from his shifts—always eager to fuck you or eat you out—that he might not want to stop at a blowjob, so here you are, in a skimpy nun outfit. Short skirt, coif, collar and cross necklace. Knee high tights held up by a garter belt that leads up beneath the skirt of your costume. No panties and no bra, just in case. You did your makeup as a smeared smokey eye and red lipstick so the events of the night would hopefully go unnoticed by anyone you pass when you leave after.

Because Eddie worked at the carnival, you got in for free every time you wanted to visit him and tonight was no different. Showing the entrance worker your ticket, he let you in but not before sizing up your costume. You walked straight in and paused in the courtyard looking around at the decorations. Basking in the glow of the ferris wheel lights and the string lights along the pathway. In no time there was a presence behind you, tall and familiar. Eddie grasped your hand and led you to the back of his haunted house, pushing you against the temporary structure and kissing you deeply. All tongue and teeth and hips ground into yours.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs under his breath as he kisses down your neck.

“Hi Eds,” you breath out, heat already beginning to pool between your thighs.

He pauses his kisses to look at you. “Okay so, the Haunters in my house all have break right now. We have 30 minutes before we open the doors again so the next houses Haunters can take their breaks.”

You nod fervently. “Ok.”

Eddie smiles, his makeup making it look sinister. He grabs your hand and you enter the house through the back door. You’re first greeted with a dressing room where all the scare actors for that house get ready before their shifts. Eddie wastes no time, dragging you through that room and on to the next. You trust his sure movements as he weaves you in and out of rooms through side doors and secret passages every now and again he looks back at you with eyes blown wide from desire.

Then suddenly you’re stopping, Eddie’s pulling you to his chest and kissing you deeply, open mouthed and wet. Biting and tugging on your bottom lip as he pulls away. Your eyes that closed on instinct open to see a dining room set, dressed up skeletons in some chairs and a haunting meal on the table before them.

He leans his back against the table.

“Fuck,” he says taking in your costume. “Looks even better than I thought it would.”

He palms himself through his slacks, drinking in your scantily clad body. When his eyes meet yours again you know what he wants so you drop to your knees as he takes the suspenders from his shoulders.

“That’s a good girl,” he smirks from above you.

You look up at him as you reach for his waist. Your fingers work to undo the button and zipper on his pants, eagerly pulling both them and his boxers down his thighs. His dick slaps his stomach once free from its confines and your mouth waters.

“Eager little baby, huh?” he tsks taking his cock in his own hand. He strokes himself, “open up.”

You open your mouth to him and he taps the head of his dripping erection on your tongue before sliding his dick all the way into your hot wet mouth. You hollow your cheeks when his mushroom head hits the back of your throat and revel in the moan that leaves Eddie’s black lips.

“Fuck. You gonna let me use your mouth like the little slut you are?” He doesn’t let you respond, dragging his cock in and out of your mouth in harsh thrusts, hitting the back of your throat. You hold eye contact with Eddie as he abuses your throat, one hand coming to rest on the back of your coif-covered head. Once your eyes begin to water and spit begins to drip down your chin you squeeze his thigh letting him know you need a minute to breathe. He pulls himself from your lips with a wet pop and strokes himself.

You replace his hand with yours and pump him from tip to base a few times before licking the underside of his cock and sucking on the head. You reclaim his eye contact as you take all of him in your mouth again, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks. The hand that was on his cock moves to his balls to squeeze and knead them. Your free hand moves to between your own thighs, legs and cunt wet with your own arousal. Eddie’s eyes leave yours to follow your hand down under your skirt.

As you start to trace circles on your throbbing clit, his head falls back and his dick twitches on your tongue letting you know he’s close.

“That’s it babygirl, touch yourself while you suck me off. Do you get wet letting me use you like my little toy?” He teases.

You hum around his cock and continue to play with his balls as his hand finds its place back on the back of your head, fucking your mouth like he needs to.

Eddie’s hips shudder and he pulls you fully onto his cock, your nose nestled in the curls at his base as he cums hard into your mouth. Once he’s spent, Eddie releases his hold on you and slowly drags his dick from your lips. He watches intently as you swallow and use your thumb to wipe the cum that dripped onto your chin. You take your thumb into your mouth, sucking it like you just were his cock and Eddie moans at the sight.

“Up.”

You do as he says and stand on wobbly legs. Eddie takes your mouth in a hot and heady kiss, tasting himself on your tongue with a groan. He holds you to him as he kisses you, his softened dick resting heavy on your thigh. He slowly moves you in a circle, your back falling to lean against the table.

“Eds?” You ask as he lifts you onto the table. “I thought we only had time for you?”

“I don’t care, I need to taste you,” Eddie growls as he kneels before you, head dipping below your short skirt.

As soon as you feel his hot breath on your wet cunt, one of your hands goes behind you to hold you up on the table while the other finds leverage in his hair. Your whole body shudders as he licks up your folds and sucks your clit into his warm mouth.

“Eddie!” You scream.

He laughs against your pussy and pulls his mouth off you. You whine at the loss of contact and look down at him, his lips glistening from your arousal.

“Gotta be quiet baby, don’t want anyone walking in on us do you?”

His head dips back below your skirt as his tongue works his way through your folds and runs circles around your clit. You bite your lip to hold in your sounds of pleasure. His mouth stays on your bundle of nerves while two fingers slip easily into your dripping hole. Both of your hands move into Eddie’s hair and your back fully meets the table below you heals digging into his shoulders as he continues to ravage you in the open room of a haunted house. His fingers piston and curl into you, reaching that spot deep inside that has the coil in your stomach snapping. Thighs shuddering around his head, Eddie continues to finger fuck you through your orgasm. When your legs go limp on his shoulders he removes himself from between your legs, lips and chin wet with slick, all paint gone.

“Good thing this face paint is body safe,” he teases. You laugh and pull yourself into a sitting position, righting your skirt.

“How much longer do we have?”

“No idea,” he smiles wickedly.

Eddie pulls your hips to the edge of the table and kisses you deeply. His cock, hard again, rubs against your sensitive cunt and you both moan at the contact.

“Gotta stay quiet,” Eddie says as he kisses you silent while sliding his dick easily into your warm, slick pussy. Your hands wrap around his neck, holding him to you as he thrusts in and out of you. Breathy moans and mewls leave your lips as the head of his cock hits the just the right spot. Your forehead falls into his chest as you look down to where he disappears into you. “Fuck, Eds.”

“Hello?” a voice calls from somewhere in the house. Your eyes go wide as they meet Eddie’s. His hand covers your mouth just as you were about to ask him what to do. He keeps eye contact with you, still fucking into you with purpose, holding your noises back with his hand. “Hello?” the voice asks again. You hear footsteps nearby and squeeze your eyes shut. Only opening them when Eddie’s hand leaves your mouth as the footsteps move farther away and a door closes.

“Faster,” you whisper to Eddie. He happily obliges, pulling your hips into him as fast and hard as he’s thrusting in to you. It’s amazing that whoever came to investigate the noises didn’t hear the lewd sounds of Eddie’s cock in your soaking cunt.

You reach a hand down between your bodies and start to rub circles into your abused and sensitive clit. The coil in your stomach tightening with every round of the nub. Your other hand reaches up to Eddie’s neck. With his hair in a bun your hand meets warm sweaty skin and you pull him towards you, capturing his lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Swallowing each others moans as your walls squeeze around his dick.

“I’m close,” Eddie says lowly.

“Me too,” you whine, trying to hold him as close as you can. His hips stutter and stall as he cums deep in your cunt. Ropes of his seed painting your warm walls takes you over the edge and your gushing around his cock.

Eddie groans as he pulls himself from you. He rights himself—despite the sticky mess that is his dick and the hair at the base of his member—while watching his cum leak out of your gaping hole. Your cunt clenches around nothing and the warm slick that coats your thighs has you wishing you had underwear hidden somewhere in your costume.

Your breath hitches as Eddie drops to his knees once more, opening your thighs and licking up the mess from your legs. He goes to clean up your pussy but you push him away, oversensitive and sore. He stands and helps you off the table.

“You’re makeup is all messed up,” you laugh thumb running over his now pink lips and tan chin.

“Yeah I need you to fix that,” he chuckles. “The makeup girl left for the night already since we only have two hours left.”

You nod your head and Eddie takes your hand, slowly leading you back to the dressing room at the back of the haunted house. Your knees are weak but you make it there easily.

Eddie takes a seat at his chair and points to the white and black cream paint by the pile of his regular clothes. You take the compact and the two brushes beside it and step between Eddie’s open legs, clenching your thighs together when you feel Eddie’s cum dripping out of you again. His hands wrap around your clenched thighs, rubbing up and down the backs of them, as he looks up at you while you fix his chin and lips to get him as close to unfazed as possible. Once you finish, Eddie stands and pecks you on the lips before leading you out the back door again.

“See you at home,” you smile up at Eddie.

“Love you,” he smiles back.

“Love you more.”

You peck him on the lips once more before making your exit of the park, feeling his cum and yours trickling down your legs as you walk.

“God I can’t wait for next Halloween,” you giggle to yourself once you reach your car.

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