#eddie munson x masc reader

[canislupus-exe]

Made for Each Other | eddie munson

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of him and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room. 

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t he a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand. 

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your dick off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy. 

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you hard.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips. 

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- fucking me into the- hng- mattress.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and boxers off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your cock sprung out, standing at attention and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his hole, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it into his asshole, expertly spreading him out in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again. 

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your cock head at his tight asshole, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally push yourself inside, groaning as he enveloped you. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being filled.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the guy you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you grip his legs.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to plow into him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you fucked into his prostate like never before. He wraps his arms around your back and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and scratches down your back, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock. The sounds he’s making and the tightness of his ass proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a low groan, emptying your load straight into his suffocating hole.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.

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giving eddie a blowjob under the d&d table as he sits on his throne, legs spread as your head is slotted between his thighs. your tongue is teasing the swollen head as you bob your head up and down his leaking cock. (NSFW AUDIO WARNING)

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[mrsjellymunson]

Candyman, Candyman, Candyman

A Valentine’s Eddie Munson 5+1 fic

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x gn!reader, Eddie Munson x masc!reader, Eddie Munson x you

Summary: The Valentines 5+1 that nobody asked for (not even me 😆) Five times you get to give Eddie a kiss, and one time he kisses you back

W/C: ~2.1k

C/W: SFW, FLUFF. Kissing, a pet name. This is pure fluff, but my blog is generally 18+ so I’d prefer it if you were over 18. Reader wears lipgloss. Reader and Eddie are both over 18. Inspired by this supersweet fic by @hellfirenacht which I hope it’s okay for me to mention! I wasn’t planning to write for Valentine’s, but here we are, so thanks for the inspo. Also, I should probably mention at this point that I have no idea how candygrams actually work 🫣

To anyone looking from the outside, you’re a preppy honours student, but you have a dark and curious side. You’re usually all pressed shirts, woven fabrics and tweed, but you’ve sometimes been known to wear those starched shirts pulled a little too tight, and you occasionally add a chain belt or some chunky boots.

You don’t tell anyone that on the weekends you like to experiment with heavy eyeliner and leather accessories. Or that you’ve been spending a lot of time recently staring at one fellow student in particular a little more than is absolutely polite.

So when you accidentally overhear a private conversation about a certain metalhead, and the opportunity for helping out with the school’s annual Valentine's fundraiser presents itself, you sign up as fast as you can.

Once a year the school allows students to organise cards and candygrams to be sent around for Valentine’s Day. It lasts the full school week, and the premise is fairly simple. The pink and red fliers have been floating around for weeks already, declaring:

MONDAY Send a lipstick kiss on a heart shaped card $1 TUESDAY Add a lollipop $2 WEDNESDAY Send a card and blow them a kiss! $3 THURSDAY Send a card, plus a kiss on the cheek! $4 FRIDAY For when you’re really serious! Send them a card, and a kiss on the lips! $5 Sign Up In The Cafeteria!

Only the week before, Eddie Munson had been on a tirade in the lunchroom about the commercialisation of human affection, and the unrealistic expectations of binary, monogamous relationships.

You think perhaps he shouldn’t be one to talk, given the content of that conversation that you eavesdropped on involves Eddie's band mates knowing he’s never been kissed. They’ve pooled their resources and plan to surprise him during Valentine’s week.

Everything’s anonymously ordered, so no one knows who’s sending things. And you’ve finagled a position on the volunteering committee that allows you to choose which volunteers deliver which messages. Handy.

You’ve also invested in a new red-tinted, strawberry flavour lipgloss. It’s all going well so far. The only thing you can’t predict is whether or not Eddie Munson likes strawberries…

Monday comes around quickly. Kisses on cards day. Quite a few have been ordered and there are lots to get delivered around the various classes, so there’s four of you from the fundraising committee delivering them to his class.

Thanks to your position on the committee, you know it’s your lipgloss on Eddie’s card. When you sidle past his desk to deliver it to him you watch him pull back slightly, his eyes open wide, shocked that anyone would send him anything. You guess he’s more used to pranks and jokes than any genuine affection, and it hurts your heart.

You want to give him a hint as to whose kiss is on his card. Trying to be as subtle as you can, and making sure he’s watching you, you catch his eye and bite the side of your lower lip ever so slightly. It puffs your lips out a bit and you see his attention is drawn to your mouth. Success?

There’s a general clamour in the class as recipients and observers alike wave their cards and ponder the potential senders, but Eddie’s quiet for once. He’s tentatively running his fingers over the edge of the card, not picking it up or pulling it towards him, treating it like it’s a potential threat. Just before your group leaves to attend another class, you see him subtly runs his fingertips over the shiny stain.

You don’t know it but later, when he’s alone, he brings the card up to his face to get a closer look at that lipgloss kiss, and he swears he can smell strawberries…

Tuesday means lollipop day. You and your fellow volunteers have more cards to deliver, this time accompanied by little heart shaped candies on sticks. Again, quite a few get delivered, and again, you make sure you’ve got Eddie’s.

As you enter his classroom for the second day in a row, your face is coy and you give him a little smirk. You make your way around the class, distributing cards and candies.

To Eddie’s ongoing surprise, you stop in front of his desk again. As you hand Eddie his card, there are a couple of whoops and hollers from his friends behind him. It’s not part of the deal, but you can’t resist, and before you pass Eddie’s candy to him you press one flat side of the lollipop to your lips, handing it over quickly afterwards, saying, “Enjoy your candy, Eddie.”

Wednesday - blow a kiss day. There’s fewer orders for this service, so only two of you today. You blow a couple of short kisses to others in the room, making it quick and perfunctory.

Again, Eddie’s shocked when you stop in front of his desk, seeming to look to each side of him in an attempt to work out whether you’ve really chosen him again. You pass him his third card, and when you blow Eddie his kiss, it’s slow and seductive, your lips pursing and smacking against your fingers, and you blow across them long and slow, making sure your breath reaches his face.

His classmates erupt, and Eddie’s certain he smells strawberries again…

Thursday. Kiss on the cheek day.

There are fewer orders today, and you're the only volunteer delivering to Eddie’s class. It’s a little awkward and you feel very ‘on show’, but as soon as you see Eddie is in class your desire to put your plan into action overrides any awkwardness.

You give one girl a peck on the cheek, she’s cute and blushes before saying a quiet, “Thank you.”

A jock on the other side of the room is next. He’s less gallant and tries to turn his head at the last moment, but you’re wise to such tricks and he doesn’t get the lip contact he wants, earning you a scowl from him and a round of applause from his cronies.

You can see Eddie’s friends almost vibrating with excitement as you turn and step towards him.

His cheeks flush and he squirms as he realises you’re stopping next to his desk. Again.

You try to reassure him, and say quietly, so almost no one else can hear, “Don’t worry, Eddie. I’ll be gentle with you.”

You bend at the waist, puckering your lips and slowly bringing them to his soft, milky white skin. You plant a slow, strawberry-scented peck to the side of his face, leaving a shimmering red stain just next to where you know your favourite dimple resides.

He turns almost the colour of your lipgloss, and the cheers of his classmates serenade you as you smile to yourself and leave the class for another day.

Friday - kiss day!

You’re thrilled that you’ve managed to wrangle everything so that you get to do a ‘five dollar’ delivery with Eddie. Your planning couldn’t have gone better.

You’re more excited than you would ever admit, a heat collecting in your belly as you try to walk as calmly as you can to his classroom.

He’s the only recipient today, making this a really big deal in front of the entire class.

There’s a couple of whistles and yelps as you enter, some of his classmates clearly aware of what’s to come.

You decide to tease the rest of the class a little, walking around the desks for effect, as everyone’s wondering who it’s going to be.

Eventually, you stop in front of Eddie’s desk. His friends are yelping the loudest, but the whole class is emitting a low chorus of ‘oooooooh’s.

Eddie holds his hands up, palms out in front of him, and, giving you - and, you suspect, him - an out, he mumbles quietly,

“Whoa. You know you don’t have to do this, right?”

He starts stuttering something about the patriarchy and antiquated societal notions of romantic expectations and subservience, but you’re barely listening, your concentration fully focused on his lips, practically salivating at the thought of finally getting close to those delicious, plump, pink pillows.

You give him what you hope is a reassuring and soft smile as you clasp your hands behind your back and begin to lean forwards.

Eddie leans back as you move. It must look comical to the outside observers as you lean in, eyes closed and lip pursed, as he moves backwards at the same rate, eyes as wide as saucers and doing a great impersonation of a rabbit in headlights.

Eventually, his back against his chair and his chin pulled down as far as it will go, he has nowhere left to run.

You keep leaning forward, the fronts of your thighs connecting with his desk helping to stabilise you.

Feeling your nose gently bump his, you turn your head almost imperceptibly and continue forwards, allowing them to slide past each other.

Your lips finally connect.

A tiny amount at first, barely touching, you feel your lower lip press against his, and then your upper.

His mouth is warm, his lips velvety and soft, not chapped and rough like some others.

It feels so good.

You press forwards a little more, connecting more of your flesh with his.

The whoops, hollers and whistles from the classmates fade from your hearing. You do however hear a tiny whimper from the boy in front of you, and you don’t know it but he’s closed his eyes.

You stay like this for a moment, you enjoying the sensation you’ve been dreaming about for weeks, Eddie sitting stiffly in front of you.

But then, with a soft moan that only you can hear, you feel Eddie’s lips relax and purse, and suddenly he’s kissing you back, gently and subtly, your lips moving in harmony, hot breaths mingling and surrounding you in a warm cloud.

After what feels like a delicious eternity, you hear the teacher loudly clearing their throat behind you, and you realise your time is more than up.

Although it’s probably only been about five seconds, it feels like it was long enough for your whole world to tip on its axis and stop spinning.

Reluctantly, you break the kiss and slowly stand back up, rolling your lower lip inwards a little and feeling your cheeks, and other areas, heating.

Behind him, Eddie gets slapped on the back by Jeff and Dougie, and Gareth is clapping loudly and shouting affirmations.

The room has erupted into a clamouring, yelling mess of applause, but neither you nor Eddie are paying much attention.

His lips roll inwards too, and the very tip of his pink tongue peeps out as if to taste you.

He gifts you an incredulous half smile, that dimple you love so much almost making an appearance.

You back away, bashfully, spinning on your heel before you turn back, almost forgetting the final part of your job, and add,

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie.”

It’s the end of the week, and you’re in the parking lot after school. You’re standing with a gaggle of other volunteers, laughing, giggling, discussing how well the fundraising has gone, exchanging horror stories of some really bad kisses, and one person even trying to shove their tongue in.

Eddie waits until you’re on your own, heading to your car.

He steps beside you just as you reach your door.

“Hey, Candy.”

You turn, leaning back against your car, and you can’t help but smirk at the cheesy nickname.

“Hey, Eddie. Did you have a good Valentine’s Day?”

“Uh, yeah. I did, actually. Thanks to a certain someone. I mean, I know you can’t tell me who sent my gifts, kisser-client confidentiality and all that. But, I just wanted to say thanks.”

Your belly flips. He continues, waving a hand nonchalantly,

“You know, for all your hard work. With the fundraising, I mean.”

“Oh right, of course.”

For a moment you’re disheartened. You thought he might mean something else.

But then he steps closer, into your personal space, one of his large boots slotting between your pumps.

“I’d like to know if I could, uh, make another donation? How many kisses can I get for, say, twenty dollars?”

His warm, broad hands come up to ever so gently cup your cheeks, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones and his eyes flitting between your eyes and your mouth.

Your breathing stops as his face moves towards yours.

He pauses, and looks into your eyes one more time, as if waiting for your permission. When you hold his gaze and smile slightly, he moves his mouth until it’s over yours, slowly, gently connecting your lips again. It’s soft, sweet, delicious.

Unexpectedly, you feel the tip of his tongue gently skimming across your glossed lips, but you willingly part them to allow him access.

His tongue pushes past your lips and enters your mouth, slow, tentative, gentle. You hear him moan slightly again, and feel the vibrations against your lips.

Your tongue comes to meet his, your lips and tongues sliding comfortably and dancing together. It’s in the oh-so-romantic situation of the parking lot, but neither of you care.

You reach to grab at his belt loops, pulling his hips flush against yours, just as he breaks the kiss and looks at you, smiling. His lips are glossy and glittering with your lipgloss, and you both smell of strawberries.

You like it.

Breathily, you smile at him, as your arms come up to hook around the back of his neck, and say, just before he leans down for another kiss,

“For you, Eddie? There's no charge…”

Thank you so much for reading!

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A/N & disclaimer: I don't agree that peer or societal pressure should be used to coerce or force anyone into doing anything they don’t want to do. And absolutely no one should have their first (or indeed any) kiss forced upon them in public. But this idea burrowed into my brain and I had to run with it. This is fiction - I cannot stress that enough - and if anyone demands you do anything like this with them, in public or private, without your full and ongoing consent you can and absolutely should refuse.

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[roanniom]

Hey i love your fanficion i was wondering could u write about male best friend reader jerking off in his bedroom to the thought of eddie and moaning Eddie's name and shit but what he dosent realise is that eddie has just arrived at his house and is now standing at his bedroom doorway watching him eddie and the male best friend reader end up having sex you can add some of your own ideas in their to I don't mindddd☺️

Unconscious Thoughts

Eddie Munson x Male!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, masturbation / jerking off, mutual masturbation

The thought of your best friend Eddie has crossed your mind while masturbating many times, but usually it’s something unbidden. A fleeting image or memory mixed in with a bunch of other thoughts. You always will those images of Eddie away - he’s your best fucking friend. He doesn’t see you like that. You’d rather be in denial than fully pine for someone you won’t - can’t - have, so you pretend you don’t actually think of him.

But tonight you can’t pretend.

Because tonight at The Hideout, you’d popped a boner, and it was specifically caused by the one, the only, Eddie Munson.

He’d been on stage and you, like always, had been front and center in the audience. Cheering him on like any good friend would. But today you’d noticed the fit of his jeans a little too closely. Or more specifically, the shape of his bulge in said jeans.

You’d seen him before. You’d seem him more clearly before, in locker rooms and such even. But you’d always actively willed yourself out of mentally processing what you’d seen. Made sure your eyes glazed over and that the - ahem - weight of the information never truly registered in your brain.

But tonight Eddie had been in rare form. Gyrating around the mic stand and doing obscene things with his hips that called attention to exactly what he was packing. And you’re only human, for god sake. What were you supposed to do, go momentarily blind?

As Eddie put on his show up there for everyone, you felt heat creep through your body and felt your own jeans tighten by the second. You were unreasonably aroused, and you’d left in a huff halfway through the performance, jacket held in front of you to shield your inconvenient problem.

Which is how you find yourself in your room, feverishly stroking your cock to thoughts of your best friend. All the times he’s been a little too friendly and handsy. The way his tattoos look on his skin when he bursts out of the pool in the summer. The curl of his lips around a joint and the sound of his laugh when the two of you get high on a winter evening.

It’s everything you never let yourself consciously think about but now it’s too late. Because you’re panting and grunting his name and your hand is moving so fast on your aching cock and you’re so close you just need a little more and—

“Now I’m pretty sure I’m the only Eddie in your life.”

The chuckling voice coming from the other side of your room makes your eyes snap open and your body lurch forward. You find Eddie himself leaning against your door frame. The picture of ease with his arms folded across his chest and a smug look on his beautiful face.

You scramble for your sheets and try to cover yourself up.

“W-what the fuck, dude. Were you..were you just - ?”

“Listening to you tug one out and moan my name?” Eddie asks with a grin. He kicks off from the doorframe and comes over to your bed. “Yeah. Yeah I was.”

You stutter and cast your eyes anywhere but at Eddie in a desperate attempt to think of any possible excuse but you, predictably, come up short and just end up kind of sputtering. You freeze entirely when Eddie sits down on the edge of your bed right beside you.

“This why you left the concert early? Desperate to cum, big boy?”

You just stare at him with wide eyes and your jaw drops when he reaches forward and pulls the tented sheet off you, exposing your erection. He gives a low whistle and chuckles.

“Guess I was right to call you big boy.”

You have no idea what to do. His actions have totally dumbfounded you. So instead you watch him in awe as he reaches a hand out and places it heavy on your thigh, seemingly pleased when your cock twitches in response.

“You…you’re not…freaked out?” you ask timidly.

“By this? It’s not like you’ve got a weird looking dick,” Eddie responds in surprise.

You choke a bit on your spit.

“No. I mean. Are you not grossed out that I was thinking of…you?”

Eddie laughs again and grabs your hand, bringing it over to rest on his crotch. Your eyes almost pop out of your skull to feel him hard as a rock beneath the denim.

“I don’t know. What do you think?”!

You’re speechless again. If you didn’t know what to say before you definitely don’t have any words in your brain now. While you’re stuck short circuiting, Eddie slides his hand up your thigh and grabs your cock, making your hips buck upwards unbidden.

“Oh my - fuck,” you grit out. You squeeze your eyes shut tight against the sudden pressure in your gut and take deep breaths, willing yourself not to embarrass yourself by cumming all over Eddie’s hand in the first second of contact.

“This ok?” Eddie asks after a second or two of silence. You crack an eye open to see him watching you, concern evident over your tense reaction. You will your body to relax back against the bed and nod shakily.

“Y-yeah,” you breathe. He gives you one experimental stroke and you swallow a moan. “More than ok.”

Your explicit consent seems to quiet Eddie’s concern and he leans forward, getting back into it.

“Good. Felt like I should help you finish what I do rudely interrupted when I walked in.”

You let out a shaky laugh.

“Yeah. That was pretty uncool.”

Eddie’s hand starts working up and down your cock, pulling and twisting at the head in a way that’s both familiar and foreign. It feels a little bit like how you touch yourself, but there’s a new twist on it that has your eyes rolling back in your head. You wonder if this is how Eddie touches himself, and the thought has you letting out your first full moan since before you’d realized he’d been watching you.

“Mmm that’s it. Feels good?” Eddie hums and you nod desperately. You’ve never been touched like this by anyone. You’ve had a few fumbling make out sessions with girls - and the odd kiss with a guy outside a bar in the two towns over - but you still hadn’t done anything sexual. Maybe because you’d always hoped it would be with Eddie, whether your conscious brain had been willing to recognize it or not.

“Feels so fucking good,” you whisper. You begin to rub your hand more emphatically over Eddie’s hard on and the groan he lets out goes straight to your core.

“You seemed close when I walked in. What were you thinking about?” Eddie asks. His thumb swipes over the precum accumulating at your tip and you bite your lip.

“I…um…I was thinking about…um…”

“Don’t get shy on me now,” Eddie barks with a laugh. “I’m literally jerking you off right now.”

You huff out a chuckle in response and swallow, summoning up your courage.

“I was…thinking about how good you looked tonight…in your jeans.”

Eddie throws back his head and laughs fully, somehow still managing to speed up his strokes in the process.

“Looking at the outline of my dick is what made you so hard?”

White hot embarrassment floods you and you avoid his gaze.

“I mean, yeah…”

Eddie’s free hand comes up to lift your chin and you freeze when you realize how close he’s leaned in.

“That’s fucking hot,” is all he says before lurching forward and capturing your mouth in a kiss.

It’s aggressive. It’s primal. Both free hands - yours and his - grip the other by the jaw, and your tongues wrestle for dominance between you. You pour all of your emotion and frustration and hope into the kiss, shocked to feel the outline of Eddie’s smile when he finally pulls away for a breath and then comes back in to peck you.

He kisses you again, and the weight of that - the fact that it’s not just a one time thing - had you cumming in his hand. Hot ropes of cum spurt out over his fist and you whimper into his mouth. Eddie swallows your sounds hungrily, greedily even, and continues to stroke you till you’re spent.

When he lets you go he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks your spend off right in front of you as you gape at him.

You continue to palm desperately at his clothed dick and Eddie leans back to give you more room. He stills your hand and brings it up to his button with a gleam in his eye.

“Want to catch a glimpse of the real thing, big boy?”

#Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson smut #Eddie munson x masc!reader #eddie munson x male reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfic

[resident-gay-bitch]

mommy issues

part 18 / contents

eddie picked up the phone as it rang, as quickly as he could so it wouldn’t wake wayne, “hello?”

“yo, dude.” it was gareth, “i’m about to get the lovebirds, we want burgers. you coming?”

“yeah.” eddie nodded, “i’ll be out in five.”

“okay, see ya then.”

eddie hung up the phone and hurried down to his room, changing his shirt from his fuck off of a fathers to a more acceptable faded old ratty metallica one that the moths may or may not have gotten too. he pulled on a zip up hoodie, and threw one of wayne’s jackets on over the top, because even though it was summer, eddie knew gareth was going to blast his goddamned aircon way too high and he’d shiver without it. he tugged on his boots and checked his hair in the mirror.

it was so smooth now.

you worked wonders.

he heard the car horn out the front and pulled the collar of his hoodie up high around his neck to cover it. he rushed out the door with a bright smile.

eddie shut the door and turned around to see gareth and grant in the front seats raising their hands in the air in a stupid sort of dance, and jeff was leant forward between the front two seats doing the funky monkey. eddie laughed and rushed for the backseat.

he slid in, the hoodie still secure around his neck. he pulled the door shut at the loud blast of gareth’s metal tape consumed the small space. they all started to headbang along as gareth pulled out onto the road again.

the music was turned down after a minute.

“what did you do to it, man?” grant asked, holding up a dishevelled action figure he found on the ground, “he’s dead!”

“oh, don’t even, man.” gareth shook his head, “i was picking up steph last night and it was on the seat, and she like… looked at it for a bit and then just tossed it on the ground and i was like, whatever. i’ll pick it up after, she’s a bitch. but then, when we got back into the car after raiding the seven eleven i saw shed crushed it with her pristine fucking sneakers, and so i just took her home.”

“what the fuck, she crushed it?” jeff asked, shocked.

“obliterated it.”

“awh man,” eddie said, reaching forward to grab it and inspect the poor toy himself, “fuck, this was your new character!”

“i know!” gareth gasped, “she didn’t even apologise.”

“dump the whore.” jeff said.

“i agree.” eddie blew a raspberry and tossed the action figure into the front dash, “she’s done to many mean things to my garebear.” eddie gave gareth’s shoulders a squeeze from behind him.

“shut the fuck up, eddie.” gareth sneered, giving him a glance though the review mirror.

“sometimes i think you two have move chemistry than jeff and i, and we’re literally in love.” grant commented and it made eddie and gareth laugh.

eddie wrapped his arms around gareth’s seat and chest in an attempted a hug, “it’s because he’s been my secret lover all this time, haven’t you shnookums?”

gareth hummed and made kissy faces, turning his cheek slightly so eddie could smack one on him, “hmm, the best damn sex i’ve ever had, babylove.”

“weird bromance aside,” jeff said, grabbing eddie’s shoulder and pulling him back into his own seat, “they have a point. she’s a bitch.”

“she’s a hot bitch.” gareth pointed back at him, “and she really really likes having sex with me.”

“you’ve cheated on me now, garebear?” eddie gasped, “i’m heartbroken.”

gareth poked his tounge out at eddie through the review mirror, “look, can we not talk about stephanie? i’m trying to avoid that headache right now.”

“affirmative, cappin’.” eddie muttered, putting on some strange voice that didn’t make sense and saluting.

“yeah, alright.” grant nodded, “but you can’t avoid it forever.”

“got it.” gareth clicked his tongue and turned a corner, “what do you fuckers want?”

“you.” eddie hummed, “always you, lover.”

“you’re going to make me sick.” jeff deadpanned him.

eddie dove for him, poking his tongue out and trying to lick jeff’s face.

“you’re an animal!” jeff tried to shove him off.

“hey! hey!” gareth called out, “no fighting… or… getting frisky in the back of my car.”

eddie managed to stab his tongue into the high of jeff’s cheek and he pulled away with a laugh, and jeff wiped the very little slobber away in a dramatic feat and wined.

“i’ve been contaminated. i’ve got hetero-cooties!”

“oh, ease up, jeff.” grant said with a laugh, “we all know eddie’s not straight.”

eddie retaliated by shoving his boot forward into grants chest.

“why are we friends with him?” gareth asked and it made eddie cackle.

“i dunno man.” jeff shrugged, “we thought you were cool, but apparently he just fucking follows you everywhere.”

“like a shaddow.” grant added, flaring his hands out for dramatics.

“aww, you want me to follow you boys around too?” eddie hummed, batting his eyelids at a rapid pace, “you jealous?”

“i’d rather die.” jeff said plainly.

“can you lot shut up and tell me what you want?” gareth shouted, “we’re fucking here.”

“milkshake, fries.” eddie said, pulled himself forward to kiss gareth’s cheek again.

“ew.” gareth wiped the ‘slobber’ off and wiped it on grants leg.

“dude!” grant wailed.

“i’ll have a cheese burger.” jeff cut in, ever the calm one, “large coke and some fries.”

“i’ll have the same, but a chicken cheese instead.”

“got it.” gareth nodded and slid up to the window of the diner, which was trying a new drive through feature out which these boys absolutely adored on a saturday afternoon.

gareth made the order and held his hand out, and everyone slapped down their change to pay for their meals. once the food was collected (and more petty bickering was made), gareth drove into the carpark and cut the engine. the food was handed out, and there was peace, just for a moment.

“eddie, you want front seat?” grant asked, shoving fries into his mouth.

“yeah!” eddie grinned, slurping his shake.

grant opened the passenger door and rolled out before slamming it shut, and eddie grabbed his things and climbed through the centre console to plop down on the seat.

“dude!” gareth slapped his calves, “feet off the leather- do you know how much this car cost?”

“more than me, i know.” eddie drawled with a roll of his eyes, “got it, dad.”

gareth squinted his eyes and then reached into the takeaway bag and pulled something out, handing it to eddie.

eddie gasped excitedly and set his drink down between his feet. he was sitting with his back to the door and his knees curled up to his chest so he could face everyone in the car. he made grabby hands for what gareth was holding.

“you got me pie?” eddie asked.

gareth pulled it back with a mean grin, “well, i might have.”

“what?” eddie asked, knowing he’d have to do something to get it.

now that he’d seen free pie on the horizon, he really fucking wanted it.

g cleared his throat, “so… upgraded from mechanic to plumber, huh?”

eddie squinted his eyes at his best friend, and then even more at the other two who were looking at him with smug grins.

“yeah, bet you fixed her pipes real good.” grant said and then snickered.

eddie’s eyes widened with the realisation as to what they were talking about.

“shut up.”

“status report?” gareth asked.

eddie looked at him for a moment, trying to hold back a grin, and then he yanked the collar of his hoodie down to show his neck.

the boys went crazy. they all held up their hands and shook them out and did this stupid thing they all do when they pretend they’re overly excited popular girls in movies and squeal for good news. so that’s what the did, they all shook their hands and squealed for eddie.

he cupped his hands over his mouth and cleared his throat, fixing his voice to sound robotic and deep and said, “status updated from; virgin nerd, to; stepmother-fucking nerd!”

they all squealed again.

“dude! no way.” gareth slapped eddie’s knees.

“yes way!” eddie laughed, “dude, it was so hot- her shower was not broken, by the way. it was all a ploy to take me to bed-“

“dude…” jeff laughed, “we know.”

“that’s like… the most classic line in the book.” gareth agreed.

“what?” eddie’s arms dropped, “well, i didn’t know.”

gareth pulled a strange face and handed the pie over to eddie, “it astounds me how thick headed you can be sometimes.”

“well, so-rry for not assuming my stepmother was trying to lure me to bed.” eddie hummed, chomping into it, and it was apple today, one of his favourites, “i’m just not a dirty minded fuck like you lot.”

“well, that’s the biggest pile of shit i’ve ever heard.” grant snickered.

eddie swatted at him, and then grant swatted back, so eddie lunged forward to grab his head and shove it down, but grant grumbled and wrestled eddie’s arms back.

“can you-“ jeff tried to cut in by pulling their arms apart, but it was no feat, “jesus-“

“someones a little excited today, i think.” gareth laughed and poked eddie’s neck, “she really did some damage, ed.”

eddie, suddenly forgetting all about his attack on poor grant in the back seat, slumped back against the door wirh a dopey grin and sipped on his chocolate shake, “yeah…” he giggled, like a love sick girl.

“oh my god,” jeff said, leaning his head between the two front seats to look at eddie better, “you are a mess.”

“what did she do to you?” gareth asked in shock.

eddie giggled again, “she took my virginity.”

all the guys laughed at him, happy smiles. eddie knew they were making fun, of course they were, eddie was acting like he was twelve again, but he also knew they weren’t actually judging. they were happy for him, this was just really amusing.

“so…” grant shook his head at eddie, “you going to disclose all the juicy details, or are you going to leave us hanging?”

“well!” eddie said, sipping his shake one last time before sitting it down. he cleared his throat and clasped his hands together, “it was… phenomenal. literally the best sex anyone’s ever had, i’m sure.”

“yes, obviously.” gareth dead panned him, “because you, a lanky nerd virgin freak knows how to fuck.”

eddie kicked him, “like you’re any better- and i’m not lanky, thank you. i’m just… tall. i have muscles.”

“sure you do,” grant poked his shin, “twiggie.”

eddie sneered at him, “she happens to think i do, thank you. and i can pick her up with ease, so that’s all that matters.”

“oh, so there was picking up involved?” gareth asked, taking a bite of his burger without paying attention to it, and sauce dribbled down his front.

eddie grabbed a napkin and tossed it at him, “no, not… during. i just- i’ve picked her up before. she likes to be manhandled, i think.”

“hmm, who doesn’t?” gareth asked, wiping his front and making missy faces at eddie, “i want you to pick me up and toss me around, big boy.”

eddie grinned at him, “oh, lover, why didn’t you ask sooner?”

“gag.” jeff said without a hint of emotion, “i’m gagging right now. this is so gross.”

“does anyone have a knife so i can cut my ears off?” grant asked, “i don’t want to hear anything, ever again.”

eddie and gareth laughed.

“okay, well…” eddie cleared his throat again and ate some of his fries, “first- oh, after she spat in my mouth and told me i had to do as she said-“

“oh, fuck man…” gareth looked at him wearily, “she was in control?”

eddie nodded, “full on in control.”

“dude.” gareth pulled at his cheeks, “that’s so hot.”

“a woman in control is hot-“ grant said.

“hey!” jeff slapped his arm, “boyfriend in the car.”

grant grinned at him, “women in control is hot, but you’re hotter.”

“ew!” eddie said, “gag! i’m literally gagging!”

“cut off my ears!” gareth said, laughing with eddie now, “you’re so gross!”

they both had a hand shoved into their face.

“please, continue, i’m hooked.” jeff said, leaning over the seat to look at eddie eagerly.

“well- okay, so, she’s really into all that bdsm stuff, which is so hot. and she’s like- oh, she’s been to sex parties, man, and she had like, full on subs when she was my age-“

“that’s so weird to think about.” grant said.

“i know.” eddie pointed a fry at him, “so, like, she went full dom mode and called me her sub.”

“i really wouldn’t pin you as a sub.” jeff squinted at him, “like, i know you’re a pathetic virgin- well, not anymore. but like… a sub?”

eddie shrugged, “i mean, yeah.”

“but you’re so big and scary.” gareth added.

“why thank you, garebear.” eddie hummed with a proud smile, “but no, like… she said the same thing. she actually said because i could take control, it was hotter that i didn’t. and like- bro, i’m not getting in the way of her doing what she wants with me. i’m just- i’m happy enough to be included, you know?”

that made them all laugh and nod their heads, “yeah, okay, makes sense.” grant said, “still, it’s bizarre. but also…” he tipped his head to the side.

“yeah,” jeff shrugged, “we did see how she talked to you last night.”

“and she’s your stepmother.” gareth added, “it’s kind of a hot dynamic, if you ask me. like… it makes sense.”

“thank you.” eddie chirped.

“dude, i can’t believe you managed to bag your stepmother.”

“she’s keeping me too.” eddie said with a proud smile, “said so herself. i’m going back tonight.”

gareth struck his hands over his heart and dramatically flopped back into his seat, “you’re leaving me, pumpkin?”

“i’m sorry, it was good whilst it lasted, garebear, but i’ve moved onto hotter things.” eddie played along, as he always did.

“understandable.” gareth nodded, “she’s a peice of art-“

“hey!” eddie glared at him, “careful where you tread, whore. she’s mine.”

“and your dads.” grant snickered.

eddie turned his glare to grant, and it shut him up very fast, “i know, it’s very unfortunate, but! she hates sex with him, takes viagra for it… she likes sex with me. she was the one that asked me to come over again tonight!”

“look at you go.” jeff punched his arm encouragingly and eddie beamed, “told you to stop doubting yourself man, this towns just fucked up and prejudiced.”

eddie smiled down at his lap, “yeah, yeah.”

“okay, so, details?” gareth asked.

eddie nodded and took another sip of his shake, “well, so… yeah, she layed me down and blew me- which was entirely too fast. i’m not even gonna deny it. i just- mouth on dick equals wow.”

“yeah, we’ve all been there, man.” jeff slapped him on the back, “don’t worry.”

“jeff didn’t last three seconds once i put my mouth on him,” grant said with a cheeky grin, “barely put him inside-“

“shut your goddamned mouth.” jeff grabbed him.

“well, i would shut up,” grant shrugged, “if you could get your dick far enough down without blowing your load first.”

“that was one time!” jeff wailed and it made them all laugh.

“okay, well, she gave me a blowjob and then we were kissing, and she was like,” eddie cleared his throat and put on a really terrible you impression, “oh eddie, you have a really good mouth for a virgin, and i was like, thanks, and she was like, do you want to pout that mouth to better use? and like, who was i to say no to that!”

“you are her out?” gareth asked.

“twice.” eddie grinned, “twice in one go. she said i’m really good at it too, and i’m not allowed to eat anyone else out because she wants it all to herself.”

jeff scruffed up his hair.

“this sounds like you’re describing a dream.” grant said, deadpan.

“i know!” eddie exclaimed, “i woke up this morning thinking it was.”

“okay, so, you ate her out, twice…” gareth pointed at him and shoved some fries into his mouth at the same time, “what next-“

“well,” eddie grinned a little evilly, “i didn’t just eat her out.” he giggled, “she sat on my face.”

gareths jaw dropped and the other two in the back seat started a little cheer for him.

“you- she sat on your face?” gareth asked, shocked and quite frankly appalled, “you beat me to that? i can’t believe this! how was it? was it everything we thought it would be?”

“it was better.” eddie sighed, thinking back to it (discreetly moving his milkshake to cover his semi), “oh, to be crushed by those sweet, thick thighs again. to have her on my tongue. i wished she’d just sat there until i suffocated, so the last sounds i ever heard were her moans and my name on her lips, the last taste her sweet cunt, and the last sight to be her naked, just rocking on my face and pulling my hair. i could stay there forever, eternally fucking blissed out.”

“you should turn that into a song.” grant commented.

“i might.” eddie hummed.

“sounds like a dream.” gareth sighed, “i have been trying to get steph to sit on my face for ages, i have so far been unsuccessful.”

“sucks for you.” eddie said, poking his tongue out, “i bet i could ask at any time and she’d let me do it again. she likes when i beg.”

“awh man.” jeff sunk back in his seat, “begging is hot.”

“agreed.” gareth nodded.

“it’s like…” jeff looked at g and waved his hands about, “something about them needing it so bad they’re literally on their knees, or on the brink of crying for it.”

“yeah, no, right?” gareth nodded, pointing back at jeff, “like, they need you. it’s pathetic and really hot.”

grant stuck his hand towards eddie and they slapped hands in a sort of shake, “it’s okay man, you’re not alone out there.”

“sub solidarity.” eddie nodded and they laughed.

“okay, so, after that?” gareth asked.

“oh, well i fucking came- like, she was looking down at me and- yeah, i came.”

“oh, dude-“ jeff started.

“you’re not the only one.” gareth shrugged, “i came the first time i ate a girl out.”

“it’s hot.” eddie said simply, “pussys great. anyway, i came and that messed up her plan to fuck me because i went soft again, so she sat away and started touching herself- which… wow.”

“hard in an instant?” gareth asked over a bite of burger.

“hard in an instant.” eddie said, “and then- oh, i was on my knees, begging her and shit, and she pulled my hair really hard and told me i was hers. then she sat back on top of me, and… virgin no more.”

“hey…” jeff shook him by the shoulder, “look at you go!”

“i know.” eddie giggled and picked at his fries.

“how longed you last?” grant asked, “did you beat gareth’s whopping score of five seconds?”

“yours was seven, shut the fuck up.” gareth swatted grant.

“oh, not long at all.” eddie shook his head, “i don’t know exactly, but like… it was so wet, and warm, and tight, and-“

“dude you not use a condom?” gareth asked and eddie shook his head, “awh, man. what the fuck?”

eddie giggled, “she said she’s clean and on the pill and taking the plan b, so… i get to go raw, and danny doesn’t.”

“fuck.” gareth groaned, “she must like you a whole lot, man.”

eddie hummed, “well, anyway- she was looking me in the eye and telling me shit like… i was hers and that she owned me and stuff, and my little virgin heart couldn’t handle it all enough as it, and it doesn’t help that i’m literally in love with her so that was all-“

“you’re in love with her?” they all gasped.

eddie shrugged and shook his head, “yeah, have been for a while, but i’ve been avoiding the thought. but i don’t care any more, i love her so much, dude. i’m gonna make her love me back one day, i don’t care how long it takes.”

gareth slowly nodded his head and widened his eyes, “alright… eddie’s in love with his step mom.”

“noted.” grant nodded.

“doomed narrative.” jeff added, muffled around a bite.

“probably, but i don’t care.” eddie glanced at him, “i’m also okay with her breaking my heart so- anyway, back to the sex.”

“back to the sex.” grant nodded.

“so, lasted not long at all, and… then she said it was okay and that she wanted me to cum one more time, so i was like… yeah, obviously i’m not going to say no that. and i’m pretty sure i was still hard at that point anyway.”

“wait- so, you finished four times?” jeff gasped.

“oh yeah.” eddie nodded, “so like- oh, dude, i was so sensitive. and it was like- she was saying some really… uh… i mean, i like, i love her, so everything she was saying meant more- but- but she was…” eddie cleared his throat and looked down in his lap, “i dunno, she called me beautiful and stuff- told me that she wanted to look after me, and love me.”

the car fell silent.

eddie laughed nervously, refusing to look up at any of them, “as a dude who’s been ran from his whole life, that- that’s just kind of- hmm.”

there was a long silence for a moment, and then eddie saw gareth’s hand reach out to lay over his boot softly. grant hummed and said,

“it makes you fall a little more in love, huh?” he swallowed, “i know the feeling.”

eddie smiled up at him, thankful he wasn’t so alone, “yeah, well-“ he let out a little laugh, “anyway, i just… i didn’t last much longer then that and- oh, dude, she made me hold it back,” his mood switched instantly, bright and excited again, “and like i was crying and begging her to cum, and she just… oh, dudes, she slapped me and it was so hot.”

“she slapped you?” grant asked, “and you liked it?”

“yeah!” eddie exclaimed, “i asked her to do it again, and she was like, oh you like that? pathetic, and i was like, god fucking please, mo-“ he cleared his throat and continued on, “god fucking please do it again.”

“no, no.” gareth shook his head with a low little chuckle, and they were all smirking at him, “you called her something. what did you call her?”

“nothing.” eddie shook his head, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“lies,” gareth hummed, “you tell lies.”

“it’s mo… something mo.” jeff added, “he called her something mo.”

the boys all started to hum, making that sound over and over again, trying to think of what it could be that he called you. eddie sunk down in his chair, hiding his face behind his hair and hands and denied denied denied, begging them all to shut up.

“hang on!” gareth gasped and fucking laughed, “do you call her- you call her mommy, don’t you?”

eddie groaned and sunk lower into his seat.

“holy shit!” jeff laughed, “you call your stepmother, mommy in bed.”

“that’s such a weird sentence.” grant muttered.

eddie groaned again, “just- shut up… she likes it, okay?”

gareth laughed again, “aww, he’s embarrassed.”

eddie kicked him.

“did mommy take your virginity, bunny?” grant teased.

“all of you, die!” eddie mumbled.

“did mommy take good care of you?” jeff asked with a sick pout.

“i hate all of you so much.” eddie grumbled, “i wish all of you the worst in your afterlives after i’ve murdered you each with my bare hands.”

they all laughed.

“man, we’re just teasing, calm down.” gareth nudged eddie’s knees, “steph calls me daddy all the time, so- it’s like, weird… but it’s not as weird as you think.”

“yeah, we’ve played around with it before.” jeff said, gesturing to grant, “i mean, it’s not for us but, it’s cool if you’re into it.”

eddie peaked out though his hair, “you’re just saying that.”

“no, for real.” gareth hummed, “it’s okay. don’t be embarrassed. sex is weird, everybody likes something mildly fucked up- were freaks, it’s expected of us.”

eddie sighed and sat back up, sipping his shake again, “i dunno, she just- i… you know that chick i almost hooked up with ages ago?”

they all hummed and nodded.

“she ran off because i accidentally called her that- mommy.” eddie shrugged, “i didn’t mean too, but she was calling me a good boy so like-“

“ah, yeah…” gareth winced, “i mean, you weren’t wrong for it.”

“but… but i didn’t- y/n just kinda, she called herself mommy a few times like, in normal conversation a while ago and- oh dudes, after grad i got hammered and she took me home and helped me to bed and undress and like, i called her mommy and tried to get her into bed- it was terrible!”

they laughed and gareth swatted his knee, “you’re an idiot.”

“i know.” eddie smiled.

“so, she slapped you?” jeff asked, all of them now had eager eyes, waiting for his story to continue.

“and choked me and-“ he shrugged, “it was so hot, and then she finally let me cum and i- have you ever heard of subspace?”

grant and gareth shook their heads, but jeff had.

“it’s like, you kinda disappear?”

“yeah.” eddie sighed, “it was like- the best feeling in the world. i was just floating, and nothing hurt or anything. i felt like, so good. and then when i came down- and i was out for hours apparently, she explained what had happened to me.”

“what is it?” gareth asked.

“it’s like- she said some subs go into it when their body gets overwhelmed and they trust their partner enough to let go. she’s had lots of subs before that went there, and she said i looked like i was about to disappear which is why she kept telling me i was safe with her.”

“oh, so it’s like… you just kind of relax?”

“i think so?” eddie hummed, “i don’t really know, but i know it felt good. and- and she looked after me. cleaned me up, and braided my hair and stayed up for hours to make sure i’d be okay when i came out of it- because you can’t speak or anything i think, when you go there. at least i couldn’t. she said you can’t give consent there either. and like- i dunno, she just held me and it was nice.”

“huh.” grant hummed, “sounds really nice.”

“yeah, it is- but like, there’s a lot more to it than you think.”

“it kinda sounds like a nice way to lose your virginity.” gareth said.

“yeah, it was.” eddie laughed softly, “it was really nice- i mean, kinky and violent but like, nice.”

“huh…” gareth nodded, “is that all?”

eddie nodded and then hummed and shook his head, “well, like- i don’t know. she- this morning was really nice. she made me breakfast and wanted to bring it to me in bed, but i woke up. and- i- she was just- it felt very… domestic.” he hummed and tried to gather his thoughts, “we took a shower before i dropped her to work, and she washed my hair and then like, cleaned my face and shit too- she just didn’t let me do it myself- even dried my hair and stuff after.”

“well-“ jeff leant forward, “the subspace can last ages after, right? maybe she thought you were still in it?”

“or maybe it’s like… a kink thing.” gareth added, “like… feeding into the mommy kink. maybe it’s age play?”

eddie considered both of those options, and they both seemed legit.

“or… and, here me out here, boys,” grant cleared his throat, “or, maybe… she like… loves you back?”

“nope.” eddie shook his head, a stern hand swinging out, “no. no way- dude, don’t even put that thought in my head! i’m gonna- you can’t just- mhm! no. nope, no, no way, okay? she doesn’t- i’m- i’m her goddamned step son. plus! she said all of her subs are just sexual, and she continuously referred to me as one! she’s not in love with me, okay? she’s just- she can’t be. she. cant. be.”

silence lulled over the car and eddie looked at them all sternly. grant circled his cup and the ice clinked around before he took a loud sip. and that was that. they all nodded and eddie was glad.

you didn’t love him.

you couldn’t love him.

that just wouldn’t happen.

would it?

“anyway…” gareth slumped back in his chair, “i think i need to dump steph-“

“finally!” jeff groaned and all the boys started making noises of agreement.

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part 19

i love the corroded coffin boys all being silly little teenagers (even though they’re all 19-21) so much!!

#jay writes #mommy issues #eddie x older!fem!reader #eddie x stepmum!reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x older!reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #sub!eddie #dom!reader #fem!dom #masc!sub #smut #multichap #ns/fw #stranger things #stranger things 4 #fluff #corroded coffin #gareth emerson #jeff #grant #hellfire #series #angst?

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STRANGER THINGS X MALE TRANS READER

OLDER TEENS

TRANS READER ON THE BEACH WITH THEM

Note: in honor of my first time on the beach after coming out to my parents

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle, Chrissy Cunningham

CW: mention of body shaming, pre op trans reader, insecurities, one or two curse words

WORD COUNT: 600+

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STEVE HARRINGTON

-he doesn't understand why you're insecure or worried

-he thinks you look good

-and if people are looking at you

-he shooshs them away

-and says they're jealous you have such a hot boyfriend as him

-he likes to tan

-likes to be in the water but not too deep cause it ruins his hair

-he doesn't really understand the concept of being trans and tells you to just go shirtless (if you aren't already)

-you can't blame him

-he's just a little oblivious

EDDIE MUNSON

-i think he's a little insecure himself

-so he kinda understands you

-but not really, he knows it's not the same

-if someone looks at you funny he makes a weird pose or trips on purpose to take their attention off of you

-he forces you to piggy back him

-if you fall he waits for you to get up and hops back on you

-he likes to play beach games

-ping pong or beach tennis (is it the same thing)

-he's childish

-so he's always splashing water on you and jumps on you

-he's also a bad swimmer

-so you'll have to either teach him or pull him out of the water

-if you're a bad swimmer too, prepare to chaos

-you'll have to drag uncle Wayne with you

NANCY WHEELER

-she's kinda mean

-she says you shouldn't care what others think of you

-but she says it in a harsh way

-she apologies when she sees she hurt you

-she barley goes into the water

-she mostly likes to tan or read

-you two like to look at other people and pretend to read their lips

-if you throw sand at her she tells you to stop

-when you don't, she smirks and starts a send war

-its one of the only times you see her almost fully relaxed

JONATHAN BYERS

he's really anxious himself

-you'll have to convince him to take off his shirt

-he does it only if you do it too

-in your binder or not it doesn't matter

-if you don't want to, he'll stay in his shirt

-doesn't want to go to the water without you

-you splash water at each other

-when he's tired of the water he's photographing everything

-has a hundred picture of the sea shells

-and a thousand of you

ARGYLE

-argyle LOVES the beach

-he doesn't go there often

-he has a job after all

-but when he has free time it's one of his favorite places to hang out

-he has a secret spot where you can smoke weed

-(only if you smoke too)

-he likes to dig up sand

-and make small weird sculptures

-especially weird when he's high

-likes to jump into the water

-most of the times there's no problem for you regarding people

-as I said he has a private spot

-but if someone does bother you he starts shouting something

-it usually scares people off

-you like to lay on the sand (towel under argyle's head) and be silent once in your life

CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM

-chrissy really likes the beach

-but she's insecure

-her mother always told her she needs to lose weight and all this bullshit

-so she feels awful when you tell her you're insecure too

-so you both decide to not talk about it and just enjoy

-it really helps

-its the first time she had so much fun I years

-she likes to sit on your shoulders while you're in the water

-also she really likes the waves

-even when the water gets in her eyes

-she doesn't really like to tan

-so you're mostly in the water

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!gifs are not mine!

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st boys(adults)x masc!reader

this is so self indulgent im sorry(im not) also this does include Billy so if that makes u uncomfy scroll on by

Summary: movie night!

"Are you ready for movie night?" Eddie asked as you hop out of his van in front of his trailer holding your favorite stuffy. You nod as he gives you a bright smile.

When he opens the door you see your other caregivers shuffling around and sitting on the couch.

Argyle and Jonathan are sifting through movies on the floor in front of the tv while Steve and Billy are in the kitchen preparing snacks.

Argyle looks up at you when he notices the door opening.

"My little pony or Care bears?" He asks holding up the two movies, you think for a second before pointing to My little pony.

Argyle sets up the TV while Steve and Billy enter with the snacks.

---------time skip-----

You're seated between Eddie and Steve with your legs stretched out of the rest of your care givers laps when the movie ends, your head is falling off of Steves shoulder and onto his chest as you fight sleep.

"Hey prince? Is it bedtime? You're looking sleepy" Steve says as the credits roll on screen.

You hum as you hold your stuffie tighter to your chest.

"I think it is, I'll go make u some tea in your sippy ok?" Eddie says getting up from the couch.

Jonathan whines at him as he gets up, apperently having slipped part way through the movie.

"I'll make you some too little bro" Argyle says getting up as well.

Steve slowly shimmies out from behind you and helps Johnathan stand, at the same time Billy scoops you up in his arms.

"Every prince needs a knight to carry him to the pillow palace" Billy says trying to intimidate Eddies way of dramatic story telling. (Also idc if u reading this dont think u can be picked up because this man will do it)

The two care givers lead you and Jonathan into the bedroom and help you get settled in Eddies bed, He set up his room earlier for you to sleep in, fresh sheets and the softest blankets he has with the stuffies you keep at his house for emergencies.

In the corner there's a nightlight and all his mini figures are safely stashed away so you don't accidentally break them. He also set up his stereo with a mixtape of lullabies, some covers done by him. And lastly he went to the library and checked out some childrens picture books.

Eddie and Argyle enter with a sippy cup and bottle respectively, Argyle sets the bottle down on the nightstand and leads Johnathan into the bathroom to help him gat changed and diapered so there's no accidents.

Eddie helps tuck you in and get settled with your sippy cup, he takes your paci and sets it on the nightstand in a sanitized case and hands you your favorite teether.

When Argyle and Johnathan gets back you pick out a story book for Eddie to read. "The prince and the Dragon"(not a real book).

Argyle feeds Johnathan his bottle and then tucks him in while Eddie reads the story. Once you two are cuddled up together and cozy Eddie turns on the nightlight and both the care givers give you a kiss on the forehead.

"Goodnight little ones" they say as they turn the lights off and exit the room.

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Hii!! Hopping on the request train for Eddie munson x ftm!reader, do u think u could do a smut fic with a dom!eddie?? Like either a hot messy lead up or some action? I love ur writing so honestly just have fun with it ^^ thankkk uuuu :))

Hi, thanks for this request. I hope I did you justice!

Requests have resumed. You can submit yours here!

Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, readers of color too).

The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”

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Eddie Munson x Trans!Male Reader

CW: Smut/Smut Adjacent (18+ only please);

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It's one thing to say that you'd been asking for it--because it's not wholly true. You haven't physically put the words together. But Eddie sees it all happening.

The way you sulk just a little in the corner of Jeff's garage. The way you respond to Eddie, but it is clipped and just enough words to get the point across. Eddie's not sure what you're looking for--comfort, release. He's think for a moment something might've happened earlier in the day or week. But you hadn't mentioned anything prior today.

You were slightly the type to old things tight lipped until Eddie made you confess. He definitely had his own way of getting the truth out of you. Sometimes a simple puppy dog eye look would work. Sometime he really had to work it out of you, bringing over the edge of your own orgasm again and again and again until tears slipped down your cheeks, body shaking beneath his tongue and fingers.

Eddie slings his guitar to the back. He walks--eyes searching your body. You looked fine, maybe slightly tired but not overly so that your eyes drooped. Eddie and you had eaten before practice. It wasn't anything fancy. But it was something.

"You okay?" Eddie asks.

He watches, your eyes slowly move up his frame. "I'm okay."

It's the most level you've sounded today. Maybe it's an improvement. "Eat enough?"

"Lunch was good," you answer.

"I'm glad it was good. But was it enough?" Eddie presses on.

"It was enough," you supply.

Eddie hums, eyes narrowing. Gareth's sticks click--they'll be resuming practice again soon. They only have another 30 minutes left for Jeff's parents return and want their house noise free. But Eddie only watches. You settle back where you'd been and just as you sit, your leg shakes.

There it is. Eddie grins. "We won't be much longer, sweetheart. Can you be good? Just thirty more minutes."

Your lips purse and you look everywhere but Eddie. You nod. "Yeah, yeah I can."

"What was that?" Eddie leans in, ear pressed in your direction.

"Yes, I can be good, sir."

Eddie takes another step forward, cupping your left cheek before pressing a kiss to the right one. "That's what I wanted to hear."

The rest of practice flies by. It's easy to pump out the two songs--they're covers and really just for fun. But it's nice to take the moment to let their hair down--figuratively--and let the music take over. It leaves a thrum in Eddie's veins. He takes you gently, fingers threading through yours.

There hasn't been a quip out of you, but Eddie knows the buzz that crawls under your skin. He's learned all too well the way that you can withdraw when you don't want to impose. It may be a polite demeanor but like everyone need consumes. It refuses to anything in the wake of its fire.

The trailer is empty and a relief falls to the pit of Eddie's stomach. "Want water?"

It's a game. If Eddie pushes the limits of your patience, you will push back. Ss much as Eddie likes being able to provide comfort to you, be able to anticipate your needs and provide the assistance to help you with those needs, he likes it when there's a clear directive from you. When you have a moment of spark to light the match, Eddie loves the way your touch sears his skin.

He loves too to watch you writhe beneath him. He loves to make you cry out. But when you push him to push you it proves all the more just ow well teh two of fit together like puzzle pieces. So Eddie continus on. "We've got grape juice too. Soda."

"You," you state.

"What about me?" Eddie questions. He tries to keep his tone level, ct as if he's not aware of what he's doing. He toes out of his shoes.

"You,"you emphasize.

"I'm sorry, my dear. But I'm not a mind reader. What about me?"

Eddie can see it, the way the words keep dancing on your tongue but your mouth doesn't fully come together to form them. This happens. When everything in you is focused on just one thing, just release. But he still needs the verbal consent. Still needs to know that what he is seeing and reading accurate.

"Want you," you push out from your teeth.

"Hurts, right?" Eddie asks, taking steps to close the distance between the two of you. "When you just want something so desperately, but you can't articulate it or can't get it out. It hurts, doesn't it?"

You nod. "Yeah."

Eddie takes your chin into between his thumb and rest of his fingers. "But it helps, right, sweet boy. It helps when someone else gets it. Can pick up on what you want."

Your nod is eager. "Yes."

Eddie cooes, stroking his thumb over your chin. "Yeah, it helps doesn't it?" He leans in, pressing in close until his lips seal around yours.

Your exhale becomes Eddie's favorite sound. He swallows it down into his chest, and prays to all the gods in existence he can hold that sound there. It vibrates against his ribs and he loves it. He loves how you cling to him, kissing back into his mouth. There's the taste of what you had for lunch earlier and the soda you had dancing around the taste of Eddie's earlier cigarette.

You curl your fingers into the cotton of Eddie's t-shirt, but you don't pull him in any closer. Eddie's hand moves from your cheek to cupping the back of your head. He doesn't move to pull you in closer. The two of you are touching but not consuming. You want a taste, a nibble, but not the full course meal. It feels like cheating to hold something so close and to taste it, but not let it take over. It's like having dessert before the full course meal.

The thing about this--the hovering, the kisses and touches that don't take--is that there will be a break. Someone's control will snap first. Someone will becomes so desperate first and when that happens, the flood gates have been opened beyond repair. There's nothing to do but let everything rush out until there's only dribbles left.

You cave first. It's not surprising. Eddie could feel it happening, the tightening in your jaw before you broke the kiss first and tugged his body into his. Eddie's never been insecure about his masculinity. In fact, some of his own personal beliefs--shown by his immense desire to not cut his hair--helped you define what masculinity means for you. But there are moments, like right now where even your own desire and dominance makes Eddie a little weak in the knees.

He likes when you manhandle him too because it reminds him he still something and someone you desire. You whine over his face when you break the kiss and Eddie doesn't give into the exposure of your neck to him. He inhales the cologne you dabbed on this morning, but kiss like he knows you want him too.

"Touch me," you beg into his ear. "I'm literally going to explode if you don't."

Eddie laughs. "No, no, don't explode. Well, unless it's on my tongue and fingers. Then you can."

You shake her head. "Won't be enough," you whine.

"No, my tongue and fingers won't be enough? Baby boy, what would be? What would be enough?" Eddie swallows down his own pang of fear. Is this you saying he's not enough?

"Want all of you," you beg. "Cock, god, I need it."

The fear dissipates a little. "Oh, I can do that." His words come out with a slight tremble, but when you kiss him again, fervent and hot, the fear disappears fully.

The two of you carry yourself from the living room into the bedroom. Eddie leads the way. But the entire time, he holds your face close. "Does this mean I get a taste though, right? If I don't get a chance to taste you and jerk you off too, then I think it's pointless. You get to be stuffed full the least I can get is the taste of you."

You snort, even when you're far gone Eddie's incessant rambling always manages to break through the haze of desire just enough to make you laugh. "I like you better when your mouth is full and working. Your much less ridiculous," you whisper back. It's not that Eddie is less quiet. Not even the removal of his vocal cords could make him quiet, but he's less of a rambling fool.

"Then let's get you out of this delicious looking pants and let me get my mouth to work then, huh?"

"Thank God," you whine.

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Just For You | eddie munson

SPOILER FREE

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mirror sex

word count | 2,272

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | so like eddie smut where he tells the m reader that hed look really good in a skirt and the reader is like psh no yeah right i could never and theyre kinda being jokey about it but then later the reader surprises eddie in his trailer wearing a skirt and fishnets and he gets super horny and fucks him within an inch of his life? i just think it would be really good okay...

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You hummed quietly to the song playing over the loudspeakers. The gentle clang of the hangers on the rack was somewhat melodic as you sifted through the clothes, trying to find something that fit your taste. Most of the jeans were obnoxiously blue, but you kept looking in case something caught your eye.

There was a nice pair that looked like they’d fit comfortably, and a major plus, they weren’t that incredibly saturated blue like the rest of the items on the rack. You pulled them out and draped them over your arms but continued looking in case there would be another pair you liked.

As you pushed aside another hanger of blue jeans, you paused at what was behind them. A black skirt hidden in the men’s section. You wondered how it got there. Maybe a girl asked her boyfriend to buy it for her but he said no and didn’t feel like taking it back. You pulled it out, you weren’t even sure why. You could’ve just ignored it, but something in your brain told you to look at it closer.

“Ooh, I bet your girlfriend will look great in that!” A store worker said from behind you. You jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to see you. But why was your heart still beating so fast, as if you were caught doing something you weren’t supposed to?

“Oh, y-yeah. I’m sure she will.” You replied with an awkward smile.

“You should get it for her!” She said before walking away. You should’ve put it back, knowing full well you had no girlfriend to give it to. But you couldn’t stop staring.

“Woah, a skirt (Y/n)? That’s out of character.” Your boyfriend said with a smirk. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah right. There’s no way I’m buying this thing.” You replied.

“Aw really? Not even for me?” He asked, holding his hand over his heart and making those puppy dog eyes that he knew chipped at your willpower. You shook your head and hung the skirt back up.

“No way. I’m a dude. Dudes don’t wear skirts, Eddie.” 

“Maybe not lame ones. Honestly, though, it would look great on you.” He replied as he leaned on the rack.

“In your dreams Munson.” You said as you started to walk further down the aisle.

“Oh trust me, it will be.”

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You paced the floor of your room, biting your cuticles to preoccupy yourself. Why were you still thinking about that damn skirt? It didn’t make any sense. You didn’t wear skirts, you didn’t like wearing skirts, the thought of wearing one never even crossed your mind. But this one… it was like the minute you set your sights on it, it crawled into your head and kept itself there. Sunk its claws into your brain and stayed attached for dear life, like a parasite.

Sure, you might’ve been overreacting, it was just a skirt after all, but it was starting to annoy you. It kept popping back up whenever you’d least expect it. Thinking about putting it on, the soft fabric against your legs and hips. You were romanticizing it.

It didn’t help that Eddie kept pestering you about it. He was constantly telling you how hot it would be if you wore a skirt. He said he didn’t mind, and you would be desirable in anything, but you could tell he wanted to see you in the damn thing. It didn’t surprise you of course. People often want what they can’t have, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t starting to sway you.

You looked out your bedroom window at your car, then at the phone sitting by your bed. You gnawed on your cuticle a bit harder. You weren’t actually going through with this, were you? 

You picked the phone up, hesitating only once. You dialed the number you knew by heart, half of you praying that he wouldn’t be home to answer. It rang once, then twice, then— he picked up.

“Hello?”

“What are you up to?” You asked with bated breath.

“I was just about to walk out the door when you called. I need to run a few errands.” He replied. You bit your lip.

“How long will you take?”

“Mmm. Probably an hour tops, why?”

“I wanted to see you today, I miss you.”

“Alright, I can swing by your place to pick you up before I-“

“You can’t. I-I haven’t showered yet. I’ll just be there when you get home. I still have my key.” You replied. You could hear him laugh.

“Alright. I’ll see you soon then.” He said. You wished him goodbye before hanging up. You sat on your bed, still nervously biting your cuticles. You were really gonna do this, huh?

>><<

Your hands shook as they smoothed over the surface. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. It was just a skirt. A skirt that you knew he liked. But still, your heart thumped in your throat all the same.

You looked in the full-length mirror. You liked the way it fit you. You liked the whole outfit. One of Eddie’s cropped Megadeth shirts, the black skirt that was just slightly too short, and nothing but fishnets underneath, a touch you were sure he’d enjoy. You were surprised by how much you enjoyed it.

“Sweetheart? Where are you?” You heard Eddie call from the living room. He was already home. Shit. You thought you had more time to psych yourself up.

“I-In here.” You called out. Your voice was high-pitched from your nervousness and you felt like your heart was lodged in your throat.

You faced the door as you heard his footsteps approaching. You wrung your hands together, doing your best to keep yourself from throwing up. You saw the doorknob turn, and he was in the doorway before you could process it.

He stopped. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Instead, he just stared, slack-jawed and speechless. You bit your lip and covered your exposed abdomen with your arms.

“H-Hi…” You mumbled. He took a step into the room.

“Did you-“

“Yes. I went back and bought the skirt. Y-You kept nagging about it and it was starting to get on my nerves so I just bought it to shut you up because I know you like it. You do like it, right?” You asked, making eye contact for the first time. He approached you and moved your arms so he could place his hands on your waist.

“Of course I like it. You look… wow.” He pulls you close to his body, and you can feel his hard-on pressing against you. If you doubted him at all, that certainly reassured you.

“My shirt… The fishnets… You went all out for me? Didn’t you?” He asked, leaning over and slowly beginning to kiss your neck. You whimpered and nodded.

“I wanted you to enjoy it. T-To enjoy me.” You whispered. He laughed a quiet, low laugh that sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh, this is just the beginning of my enjoyment of you. I’m gonna enjoy you all night long sweetheart.” He replied, biting your neck. You moaned quietly as his hands now began to trail under your skirt.

“Do my hands deceive me? Nothing underneath the fishnets?” He asked. Your embarrassment grew tenfold as you looked away.

“Tsk tsk tsk. When did my boyfriend become such a slut? Or is this just for me?” He asks.

“It’s just for you…” You whispered.

“Hm? I didn’t quite catch that. Say it a bit louder.”

“It’s just for you Eddie.” You say, much louder than before. He smirked and grabbed your ass.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He replied. He kneeled before you and kissed the lower half of your thigh. You covered your mouth and looked away, too embarrassed to keep looking at him.

He trailed his kisses up your thigh, biting occasionally until he reached your hips. His hands crept under your skirt and you could feel them hovering right between your legs. You heard a tear and inhaled went you felt his hand graze your bare cock.

“Eddie! Did you tear my fishnets?” You asked, looking down at his smirk-ridden face.

“I didn’t want you to take them off but I still needed access. I’ll buy you a new pair, don’t worry.” He replied. You were going to scold him more, but your words were cut off with a gasp as he lifted your skirt and ran his tongue along the underside of your cock.

His breath was hot as his tongue continued to tease you with no mercy. Licking circles around your cockhead and pressing kisses along the shaft, but never putting you in his mouth fully.

“Eddie please.” You whined.

“Please what?” He asked. 

“M-More. I need more.” You breathed out. He pulled his head out from under your skirt, a smirk still plastered on his face.

“Oh, I’ll give you more baby.” He replied as he stood up. You furrowed your eyebrows as he turned you around. Your eyes widened as you saw yourself in the mirror. What was he thinking?

His hands burned hot against your waist, pulling your backside close to him. You whimpered, feeling his clothed cock press against you and only flustering you further. He kissed your neck before pulling away. You would’ve protested had you not recognized the sound of him pulling off his pants. You bit your lip and reached to pull down your skirt, but were stopped by Eddie’s hands on yours.

“Don’t. I want you to watch me fuck you in that skirt.” He said. You sputtered out a noise of surprise and felt yourself get harder just from his words.

“Sit down.” He demanded. You swallowed and did as you were told, gently kneeling so you were at his level. He pushed your back down so your ass was on full display for him.

“Eyes on the mirror sweetheart.” He said. You bit your lip and nodded, looking into the mirror. Your hair was unkempt and you looked like a mess, but you fixed your eyes on him.

He brought two fingers to his lips, coating them in his saliva. He pressed them to your entrance and you shuddered. He licks his lips before pushing them inside of you. You close your eyes in pain, balling up your fists to distract yourself. 

He worked his fingers in and out, stretching your walls so you’d be able to take him. The pain slowly faded into pleasure and you began to moan quietly. His pace started to pick up and you began to drool from the feeling, but all too soon he pulled them out. You whined but stopped when he pulled you onto his lap. Your breath caught in your throat, feeling his cock nested between your thighs.

He lifted your hips and pressed his head against your entrance, practically teasing you. It didn’t take long for him to push it inside, groaning as your tight walls enveloped him. He pushed in further and further until he was finally completely bottomed out inside of you.

“Fucking hell. You take my cock so good baby.” He groaned. You whimpered as he hooked his arms under your knees. You made a noise of confusion but it quickly turned into a loud moan as he lifted you off the ground. His arms were locked under your knees, his cock reaching much further than before.

“Like that sweetheart? Look in the mirror. I told you, I want you to watch while I fuck you. If I see you looking away, I’ll stop, got it?” He asked. You nodded furiously, begging for him to move.

He pulled you up and thrust his hips at the same time. The feeling of his cock pounding inside you made you moan loudly. You’d never felt his dick this deep inside you, and it was making you go crazy. Drool trickled down the corner of your mouth as you could barely string together a coherent string of words to form a thought, let alone a sentence.

“You look so pretty in the mirror baby. So pretty taking my cock. My pretty boy.” He whispered in your ear. You whimpered, feeling him fuck his cock into your prostate.

“Ohhh, that’s it isn’t it baby? That’s the spot that makes you so fucking tight around me. Fuck yes.” He groaned out. 

Your eyes were drowsy, but knowing he’d stop if you looked away, you kept them on the mirror. You watched his cock pop in and out of your ass, your own cock bouncing as he fucked you senselessly. The sight of it seemed to bring you even closer to orgasm.

“Yeah baby, that’s it. Watch me as I make you cum in your pretty little skirt. The skirt you’re wearing for who?”

“Y-You.”

“Say my name.”

“Eddie.” You moan out. He pounds his cock into your prostate even harder.

“Again!” He moans. You open your mouth but can’t speak. Your orgasm is creeping up on you and all you can do is moan and gasp. Finally, with one final thrust, you’re sent over the edge.

“Eddie~” You yell, your body shaking as strings of cum shoot out of your cockhead. The sight in the mirror brings Eddie to his own orgasm, his hips sputtering as he cums deep inside you. You pant and moan at the feeling, leaning your head back into his shoulder as you try to catch your breath.

“You’ve got to wear this again.”

“Don’t worry, I planned on it.”

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reminder to eddie fanfic writers that THIS is basically what the interior of his van looks like

nice and cozy ❤️

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[thewritersaddictions]

Drabbles: The Adults- Shut Eye

What would they do if they felt, and saw you fall asleep on their shoulder.

Steve Harrington

Steve isn't sure how to react. He's spent all of his life being refrained from touch. His parents weren't touchy, and his girlfriends or boyfriend have never been touchy. But you aren't his, you're his best friend, and he's been crushing hard on you since the day you two meet

You guys were supposed to be watching a movie. Supposed to be joking back and forth about the random character lines. Instead, you've tucked your legs under your ass and slumped close up to Steve. Somehow you've managed to fall asleep during the funniest bit of the movie.

Steves heart stops, he can feel how heavy you've been getting on his shoulder. and the second he looks down he can't help but die a little inside. He snuggles up to your warmth. Doesn't dare to move or pull you in closer, but does snuggle up close enough. Before he turns his gaze back to the movie he gives a small quick kiss on your forehead. Wishes there he was able to tell you his feelings. When he's done daydreaming he returns his attention to the movie.

Eddie Munson

Eddie loves how you just melt right into his side. He’s always been touchy that’s just how he is. You falling asleep on his shoulder only makes his heart pump more. You guys are at the local outdoor movie theater.

Spending the last few warm nights outs doing the best summer things. He had brought all of his blankets and pillows from his house to make a makeshift bed for the two of you to share in the back of his van. Eddie isn’t sure what to do, the second movie is coming on in a few minutes. He wants to wake you so he can listen to you judge the hell out of the movie and its dialogues. But at the same time he doesn’t, he wants to leave you there sleeping up against his shoulder. Contentment crosses your soft features, he wants nothing more than you kiss your forehead and fall asleep next to you.

“Fuck the other movie!” He whispers to himself as he kicks his boots off and settles better next to you. He warmed up next to you and fell asleep to your slow beats and breaths.

Robin Buckley

She isn’t sure how you fell asleep she was talking your ear off. She doesn’t even notice until she’s asked for your opinion on something she was stalking about and you haven’t responded. You’re deep in sleep, mouth agape and you look so fucking peaceful.

Robin isn’t sure what you guys are. Are you together or just the best of friends. She’s the best of friends with Steve but you and are something different. Robin is excitedly giddy as she sees you sleeping on her shoulder.

She likes how you feel pressed up again her. She loves that you feel so relaxed and comfortable with her that you’ll just fall asleep like that. She can’t help but stare down at you, your breathing is steady and she returning to talking. Instead this time she talks about how she loves your smile. How she can’t wait to see you the next time, and how she loves the way your eyes light up when you walk through the family video stores doors and see her working the front desk.

Nancy Wheeler

You’d been helping her all day in the school's news paper room. Nancy’s got ink all over her hands from rewording things. You’d watched her from afar and at some points Nancy had even asked for your help with certain sections wanting an external opinion on this topic or issue she was working through.

When lunch rolled around she had gone out and bought you two something too much on and returned to you sitting on a little futon in the room. She came over to give you your lunch. Halfway through you had rested your head on her shoulder.

She began sorting through more clippings, and when she looked over you were slumped again on her shoulder. Snoring lightly, she smiled and looked so happy. Contentment wearing through her body. Nancy can’t help but want to cover you up with the blanket that was thrown on the back of the futon.

Billy Hargrove

Since the two of you had started going out. You had gotten Billy into reading more. Larger books somehow made their way into his space and his hands. You two were chilling in his room. The two of you read separate books, but when he saw out of the corner of his eye your book fall slightly from your hands.

Billy wondered what was going on on your side of his bed. When he looked over your eyes were closed and your mouth was agape. Looking so pretty and peaceful, he felt a string of rare emotions through his mind. He froze, anger was always first. Then when you snuggled deeper into his warmth and touch he cracked a rare smile.

He looked down at his book. He began to read the words out loud. Something you always did for him or so you told him. “The world is indeed full of peril, and in it, there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows, perhaps, the greater." Lord of the Rings had always been your favorite.

Argyle

Come on now Argyle isn't surprised at all that you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. The smoke in the van was wafting around. The mix of pizza and weed smoke. The two of you had been smoking all night, all through your shifts, and now as the two of you waited and laughed at the goofy shit.

You closed your eyes, contentment rolling through your tired shoulders. You hadn't meant to fall asleep, your high was coming down and as much as your tummy growled with aches of hunger pains you ignored them and fell asleep on Argyle's shoulder.

It had gone silent in the small space of the van. Lights had gone down as the night sky took over. Argyle is the sweetest guy you knew, but he also was the highest guy you knew. So regarding you falling asleep on his shoulder, he didn't dare shrug you off just resting his own head on top of yours.

Jonathan Byers

You both had been up all through the night and into the early morning. Jonathan had convinced you to stay up till the morning sky turned bright orange and the sun rose from behind the clouds of night. Jonathan had also convinced you to travel to the top of your roof. Climb from your bedroom window and sit there on your roof while the sun rose.

Jonathan gathered his camera and followed you out onto the shingled roof. Late morning early dawn you two gathered yourself onto the roof. Nothing but mere small bits of conversation flew through the both of you. Noting how the cars starting to venture out of their garages and into normal daily life. Jonathan had simply wanted to take pictures of the rising sun.

His plan was rather taken aside when your head fell to his shoulder. He worried that he had bored you with the simplistic questions her asked you earlier, but then you moved ever so slightly. More into his warmth, it was still cold. Nights like this always were. He let himself enjoy the way you snuggled into his warmth. Jonathan set his camera down on the flattest part of the roof and wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to his body.

Completed on: 04/16/23

Posted on: 04/22/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy @mothermirkwood

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[multiqts]

Pretty Puppy | E.M.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x masc!reader

Warnings: Explicit themes, dom/sub themes, smut, hybrid human au, softdom!reader, top!reader, sub!eddie, hybrid!eddie, bottom!eddie, subspace, anal, finger sucking, heavy breeding kink

Word Count: 666 (it's a sign)

A/N: Sorry this is so short :(

Description: You come home to find your puppyboy eddie is needier than normal.

You shut the door and lock it, trying to enter the house as quietly as possible. Your efforts were in vain how ever when Eddie's wide doe eyes met yours. He was sat perfectly on his knees with his hands on either thigh. The way his glassy eyes drooped made your heart break. You walked over to him and bent own to play with this beautiful curls. You reached around under his nape and filled your hand with a fistful of hair.

"Hey, honey" you cooed.

"Hi, sir" He flashed a smile and his eyes fluttered shut. He tried to feel nothing other than your touch.

"Poor puppy," You frowned. "Been so lonely all day, haven't you darling boy?" His eyes shot open but retained their weak appearence. He nodded.

"Yes, sir! So lonely..." At this point you ccould see him grinding against your forearms in your periferral vision. It was all coming togehter. His hazy stare, his sudden compliance, the grinding. Your poor baby was suffering.

"Please, sir." He whimpered. His heat must have come early this month. He pawed (pun not intented) desperately at your clothes. "Need it so bad!"

"Okay, okay." You giggled, much to his dismay. He pouted until you uttered the words. "Seeing as you've been so good..." He perked up while you undid your jeans to reveal the print of your hard-on. Eddie's eyes went wide as you pulled your boxers down and stroked your cock. He whined at the sight. "Open up, Eddie." He obeyed beautifully. You laid the tip on his tounge, but held his chin in place to tease him further. He looked up at you with sad eyes as to silently beg you to let him go. You finally let up and let him have his way. He sucked you off hungrily. He worked so quickly that you had to stop him from making you cum. He fought against your hand as you tried to maneuver him away, pleading the whole time. "Don't you want me to fuck your hole?" you asked him. He immediately stopped his fighting and nodded eagerly. "Words..." You reminded him.

"Yes! Yes please fuck me!" You took him by the hands and lead him to your bedroom. His heart raced as he laid on the bed. You pulled his pants down weeree meet with his weeping cock, crying to be touched. You rang a finger up to his length and swirled your hand around the tip and teased it to no end until he was sobbing. You felt bad for teasing him so much, since yoou knew he couldn't help it so, you finally gave him what he wanted. "Shh, I don't need to hear you whine anymore." You put your fingers in his mouth in a failed attempt to silence him before you slid into his wet hole.

Eddie drooled around your fingers as you pounded into him. The only words he could get out were a mix of 'sir' and 'please'. His burning red cock was leaking with pre-cum.

"Please sir, fill me up! Get me pregnant!" He cried. His words were barely intelligible since your fingers were still in his mouth, but you still heard him loud and clear.

"Yeah? You want me to your belly nice and heavy?" All he could do was shake and nod. "Such a little slut, getting knocked up makes your head all fuzzy?" Once again, he just nodded. You kissed his swollen lips and pumped your cum into him. He groaned around your tounge when the heat of your release painted his insides. Your sweaty foreheads rested against each other. Your breaths were the only that filled the room, until eddie's small voice rang.

"Can you hold me?"

You smiled warmly and got off of Eddie's sweaty body. You pulled him closer to you by the waist. Before you could get another word in, Eddie was fast asleep. You held him even closer and kissed his head before you yourself fell asleep.

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[alexs-playground]

He's Not Gonna Like this

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

CW: absolute cavity inducing tooth rotting fluff!!!!

POV: You find your daughter (Chrissy 'named after your younger sister') braiding Eddie's hair while he is sleeping after a long day of work.

Everything was quiet as you made dinner for you and your family. A bit too quiet. Usually there was laughter and loud thumping as your husband played tag all around the house with Chrissy, but today was quiet just the faint sound of the TV in bedroom. Letting the sauce, you were cooking simmer you opt to go and check on the two. As you near the bedroom you hear the sweet mischievous giggles of your daughter. Opening the door to Eddie and yours shared room you see your daughter sitting on your sleeping husbands back braiding his matted hair.

Her head shot up and she smiled at you putting a finger up to her lips. "Look what I did to daddy's hair" Chrissy whispered to you as you walked closer.

You had to slap a hand over your mouth as you keeled over shaking as you suppressed your laughs. You sat back up and lifted Chrissy off Eddie's back and set her down.

"How about you go and wash your hand, dinner is almost ready." You whispered to her as she gave a slight pout be for looking over at her father and giggling and padding over to the bathroom.

You watch her reach the bathroom down the hall before turning back to Eddie who had rolled onto his side his now braided hair was covering his face. You couldn't help but laugh at him and how much of a heavy sleeper he was to get most of his hair braided. 'He isn't gonna like this' you think as you start to slink back into the hallway before you turned and ran as you saw his eye flutter open.

Eddies heavy footsteps could be heard as he entered the dining room a frown etched on his face and mischief shinning in his doe-eyes.

"No one is gonna get in trouble...I just wanna know. Who did it" Eddie asks holding up his braided hair.

In the moment of your childish antics, you laugh hard trying to keep a straight face as you point to the little girl you call your daughter who was standing behind him. You could see and hear her make a break for her room as you ran the opposite way to make it up stairs.

Eddie couldn't move though he could only stand and smile happy with his amazing husband and their beautiful daughter. He knew in that moment that he was the happiest he has ever been. He truly loves you and he is so happy you wanted a life with him. Nothing could be better.

I hope you guy love this as much as I do. I have seen barely any Eddie x male reader fic with them being parents. This warmed my heart just writing it. I feel like Eddie would be such a good dad determined to be better than his own. - Author

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[resident-gay-bitch]

mommy issues

part 16 / contents

eddie woke up alone. he was curled in on himself, on his side, hugging his body tight, the blanket pulled high over his shoulders and bunched around his neck. he felt hot, too hot. he kicked the blanket off.

he didn't know where he was. he slept deeply. that really good kind of sleep where you're just so exhausted and it takes entirely too long to gain conciseness after. that's what eddie was feeling right now. he didn't know anything, other than the fact that he was too hot, and something smelled really nice.

it was a faint smell of... hmm, something flowery and sweet, and a little musky but in a nice way. he tucked his face into the sheets and breathed it in. when he rolled onto his back, he smelt something else. something stronger. something that made his mouth water.

he rubbed his eyes and tried to force himself back to the now. bacon. he could smell bacon. he could really go for some bacon right now... but he still didn't know where he was. he wasn't in his room, he knew that, it didn't smell like pot in here so it couldn't be his room. and... and the light fixture was different, and there were no posters on the walls. and there were pictures, nice, homely pictures, in frames. and... a dresser, and clothes stewn about over chairs. an open wardrobe that was full of flowey fabrics and dainty patters.

he was in a womans bedroom?

oh fuck, he was in your bedroom.

he forced himself to sit up because, why the fuck was he in your bedroom?

no, scratch that. why the fuck was he in your bedroom, in his underwear?

he looked around some more, but his brain was just so foggy. he could barely form a thought, let alone collect a memory.

he stretched his back out, stretched his arms out, and yawned, slapping his abdomen as he did. next, he stood, and he was a little wobbly on his feet. he stretched his body out then too, shaking, bringing himself back to conciseness a bit more. he scratched his head and found his hair had been tied back into two braids down the sides of his head. what the fuck? he'd never done his hair like that before.

he heard music, soft sounds of it, coming from behind the door. it was a song he couldn't pin point, but he recognised it. he didn't know where his clothes were, they weren't on the floor or anything. okay... strange. he made for the door.

the stronger smell of bacon flooded his senses when he pulled it open. it made him drool. he was so hungry. why was he so hungry? he hardly ever ate in the mornings... maybe it was the afternoon. the music got louder too, something by... oh, something by queen. eddie liked queen- don't tell gareth that.

he poked his head around the corner to look into the kitchen, and he was met with a sight he had to blink a bunch for, to make sure he was actually seeing it. you were standing in the kitchen, humming along to the song, swaying your hips. you had your back to him, but you were wearing a shirt- his shirt, and your underwear, and a pair of socks, and nothing else. you had your hair braided the same as he did, though he was certain you looked better with them.

you swayed and sung and dropped some toast onto a plate with a satisfied little hum before spinning around. you practically jumped out of your skin.

"fuck me- bunny!" you laughed, your smile so bright eddie couldn't help but mirror it, "don't creep up on me, sugar. you know i scare easy."

"sorry." eddie said before he even processed it, he rubbed his eyes again, still making sense of it all.

"damn." you said, your hands on your hips as you huffed, and it sent a few strands of hair flying up out of your face, much like a cartoon character, "i was hoping i'd have a little more time to bring you breakfast in bed."

eddie looked at you for a moment, at your sweet smile, at the state of you, remembering the state of himself. of your bed. of the musk- ohmygod that happened. jesus, it wasn't just a wet dream. it happened. it really fucking happened. all of it. you fucked him.

eddie cracked a smile, sheepish, "sorry."

"never mind that." you smiled, walking over to the stove where you flipped some bacon... mhm, bacon, "how are you feeling, bunny?"

"tired." he croaked.

"coffee?" you asked, pointing back over your shoulder with the spatula, "poured you a cup, put extra sugar in because you deserve a little sweetness in your life, baby."

well aren't you just a delight?

eddie hummed and moved over to the counter by the coffee pot and wrapped his hands around the mug, took a sip.

"thanks."

"no problem... you hungry?" you turned the heat off and moved back to the plates beside him, shoveling bacon onto the both of them, "worked up an appitite last night."

"starving." he said and took a big sip.

you giggled at him, "you got a little milk mustache." you set the pan down in the sink, the spatula too.

"oh." eddie said, reaching his hand up to wipe it away, but you didn't let him. you grabbed his hand and pulled it back, and kissed it away instead, "oh."

"you are so out of it, right now." your smile was the brightest thing he'd ever seen. iit was brighter than the fucking sun. what was that rule? don't stare directly at the sun or you'd burn your retinas? well, fuck not staring into the sun, he wants to look at that smile forever.

"mhm." eddie lulled his head forward a little and sipped on his coffee again, "sorry."

"you're so cute. don't apologise." you said, "is there anything i can do for you?"

he shook his head no, because even if there was, he couldn't bloody well form a thought clear enough to communicate it.

you nodded your head and grabbed the plates off the counter, walking them over to the little table at the edge of the lounge room. you tipped your head back to call him over with you, and he rolled off of the counter and followed. he let you pull out his chair and sit him down in it, and you gave the juncture of his shoulders a little squeeze and kissed the top of his head. eddie closed his eyes and hummed. he liked all of this very much. you sat down across from him and picked at your food.

eddie ate too. you both ate in silence. his brain was still fog and he had all his wires crossed, so talking wasn’t something that even popped into his head as an idea. you didn’t seem to mind, you just picked at your food and looked at him. you looked at him with a soft smile and a glint in you eye that made eddie feel all fuzzy inside.

once his plate was done and he was full, he stretched out over the back of the chair and let out a wide yawn that made you laugh. you cleared his plate, and eddie scolded himself for not clearing yours first.

he walked into the kitchen with a smile, his brain a little more up too speed now. the bacon really helped.

“thank you.” he said.

you were rinsing the plates off in the sink so you turned back over your shoulder to look at him and smiled, “don’t even… i like looking after you, bunny. plus, i needed a good breakfast too.”

“not just for breakfast.” eddie said simply, and he meant it.

your shoulders dropped a little as you sighed and turned the tap off, “you don’t need to do that.”

“but i will.” he shrugged, “thank you.”

you flicked your hands out and dried them off on the tea towel beside you, “status report?”

eddie chuckled softly, “a little tired, happy… well fed and… nervous.”

you turned around to face him fully, leaning back against the sink, your hands braced on the counter, “nervous?”

“i don’t know what we’re doing…” he swallowed, “i don’t want to scare you away.”

“you couldn’t if you tried.” you said and smacked your lips, “did you have fun?”

eddie nodded and smiled, “yes, obviously.”

“did i push any boundaries?” you seemed quite nervous.

“no.” he shook his head, “i liked it all.”

“is your body in any pain?”

eddie thought for a moment, let himself feel it, “ah… where you bit me is a little tender. but it’s not uncomfortable.” he shrugged with a nervous laugh, “i like the ache… reminds me it’s there… you put it there.”

you grinned, “would you like to do it again some time?”

“yes.” eddie said, very quickly, “yes, absolutely. whenever- right now? i could go for right now? can i eat you out again? please, i’ll get on my knees and do it right here-“

you laughed and threw the tea towel at him, “how strong are you feeling right now?”

he furrowed his brow, entirely confused as to why you were asking such a thing.

“i need you to do some heavy lifting, big boy.” you smirked.

“ah- i’m feeling… strong, i guess.” he shrugged.

“brilliant.” you smiled and in a split second you were rushing right for him.

you let out a high sound and flung your arms around him, throwing yourself at him, your legs wrapping around his waist. he stumbled back, not expecting that in the slightest, but he caught you and laughed. he hugged you close and spun you around with the motion. spinning you and spinning you and spinning you until he could sit you down on the counter, and he placed his hands on it, on either sides of your hips. you kept him close, ankles locked behind his back and arms hugging his neck.

you were awfully close, and eddie realised he hasn’t brushed his teeth yet.

“i need to brush my teeth.” he said, your breath fanning his mouth, your noses brushing against one another.

“so do i.” you giggled, and you kissed him anyway.

closed mouthed and sweet, but it was a kiss. eddie could kiss you now. that was a thing he could do. what the fuck? someone pinch him now, before he wakes up crying from this dream.

“now, i hate to break up the sweet moment, bunny,” you said, sweeping his hair out of his eyes, “but i have things to do and places to be today.”

he pouted, “can we just stay here?”

you sighed, “wouldn’t that be lovely?” he nodded, “i can’t today, sugar.”

he pouted more and it made you giggle.

“this is what’s going to happen- wait, do you have any plans today?”

he shook his head, “it’s saturday, i don’t have any obligations.”

“wonderful.” you smiled and pecked his lips again, “i’m going to go brush my teeth, and i’ve got a spare toothbrush if you want it. and then i’m going to go collect the laundry i hung out this morning, and give you your pants back-“

“you washed my pants?” he asked.

“yes.“ you giggled, “they- ah… they got a little dirty.”

“dirty?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“when i was on your lap.” you said softly, running your fingers over his braids, “told you you get me so wet-“

“oh.” his eyes almost bulged out of his head, “they were…”

you nodded and smirked, “so i washed them. and i need to wash the sheets as well, because they got… you just… you had cum on your stomach and-“

eddie groaned, “i’m sorry. i’ll wash them.”

“no.” you shook your head sternly, “no offence, but i paid good money for those sheets and i doubt you know how to wash them correctly. you can wash the dishes if you’d like to help, though?”

eddie nodded and kissed you again, “of course.”

“thank you, baby.” you smiled very sweetly, “then.. by the time i’m done with that, the cake i just stuck in the oven should be done, and we can have some coffee and cake, and we’re going to have a little talk-“

“oh no.” eddie went pale.

“no, don’t worry your pretty head about it.” you smiled, “we’re just going to talk about… how to go about danny. and set some boundaries. you can tell me anything you’d like to explore.”

“oh, okay.” eddie sighed, very thankful he wasn’t getting broken up with already.

“and then i have to shower, because i have work at three. and, i don’t have the car since danny took it, and i was wondering if you would drive me-“

“yes.” he said, and kissed you again, “obviously yes.”

“okay, well good. and, i finish at nine, so you can pick me up if you like, and stay the night again. and we can try something new- if you want to bring anything you have at home, you can. but i have things, if you’d like.”

“like… like toys?” eddie asked, his heart thumping in his chest.

“yeah.” you nodded, squeezing your legs around him a little tighter, “if you’d like.”

“yes.” eddie breathed and kissed you again, “i’ll be there, nine, on the dot.”

“wonderful.” you smiled and kissed him one more time, “now, take me to the bathroom like a good boy so i can brush my teeth, because my mouth feels gross like bacon.”

“yes ma’am.” eddie nodded suit and lifted you off the counter, “god, i love it when you talk dirty to me.”

you giggled, “i’m a brilliant dirty talker.”

“mhm.” eddie nodded, his eyes fixed on your pretty face as he stepped into the bathroom, “you are.”

he sat you down on the counter, shoving danny’s shit out of the way with probably a little too much aggression to do so. look, it was the only way he could show his possessiveness, okay? you reached for your toothbrush, and eddie helped to squeeze some toothpaste on it, and turned on the tap for you. and kissed your cheek as you started to brush your teeth. you directed him to the spare toothbrush in the cupboard, and eddie went on a deep dive for it. he let you put the toothpaste on his brush, and turn on the tap for him.

he found this all very corny and he was delighted with how giddy it made him.

he stood between your thighs, a firm hand gripping one, his thumb soothing soft circles on your skin as you brushed your teeth together. he couldn’t tear his eyes from you.

you spat your toothpaste into the sink, and eddie did too, and then you pulled him in by the chin for a kiss, your lips all foamy still, but he let you anyway. he’d always let you. you both laughed into the kiss because it felt stupid, but you kissed kissed kissed anyway.

you rinsed your mouths out, and when eddie stood back up again and looked in the mirror for the first time, he freaked.

his neck was absolutely covered in blossoming bruises. a big one on his throat, right under his chin, a few smaller ones scattered from under each ear to the base of his neck. one of his collarbones was purple too, and of course there was the bite mark. a big purple hicky blooming underneath sharp lines in the shape of your teeth, a murky yellow spreading around it. he had a few leading down his chest and stomach too, not nearly as big, but you marked him good. that’s for sure.

he ran his fingers over them all.

“bunny.” you muttered, “open that draw for me?”

eddie blinked at you a few times and then realised what you had asked, and obeyed. you pointed to a tube of lotion or something and he grabbed it for you. you put some of the gel onto your finger and beaconed him over.

“tss.” he hissed, his head jerking away when the cool cream hit his skin, you rubbed it into the bite mark, “what are you doing?”

“it’s such a bad bruise, i almost made you bleed. this will help it heal up.”

“i don’t want it to heal.” he pouted.

“well, i do. it hurts you.” you said simply, continuing to soothe the gel into his skin, “don’t worry, i’ll make my mark on you as often as you like, sweet boy. just- let me make them hurt less when i do?”

he sighed and smiled because, well, how could he say no to that? you were honestly too good for him.

eddie almost told you he loved you, but luckily his head was clear enough to stop himself.

“now.” you said, putting the cap back on the cream and setting it down, “give me a proper kiss so i can start my day.”

eddie grinned and leaned in over you again, “whatever you say, mommy.”

you hummed, satisfied, and pulled him into a kiss. it was a good one. a very good one. slow and languid laps of your tongue in his mouth, sucking and nipping and moaning with eachother. it was slow and warm and soft and perfect. eddie didn’t want to leave this moment.

he was most certainly, utterly, royally, fucked.

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part 17

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LUCAS SINCLAIR X MALE READER

Couldn't find any Lucas x male reader fics so I wrote one myself, as he's one of my favorites.

If someone wants a part 2 just ask I'll gladly continue it! Hope you enjoy

PART 1, part 2

CW: one or two curse words?

WORD COUNT: 1.2K+

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You were new to Hawkins High

You and your family moved to town not too long ago, and you had to start your second highschool year just a few days after.

You decided to walk to school to get familiar with the town, you don't live far anyway.

You were nervous, didn't know anybody or where everything was. It wasn't your first year so everyone probably had friends, and they wouldn't want you to burst into their groups.

You made it to the school gates, there were so many people, it was over helming, but you couldn't do anything about it, so you just accepted it.

You didn't have to go to the principal, as you already got your schedule, but you were still late to the first class.

The classes were boring, it was the first day of the school year, and every teacher either spent all the time that had to introductions, or simply presented the class what the materials are for the following year.

You were one of the first ones to the cafeteria, the food didn't look so good, but your stomach were growling so you didn't have any choice.

There was an empty table, well not entirely empty, two guys were sitting next to each other, but it was the best option. As you set you observed the two guys in front of you; they were both wearing the same shirt, "HELL FIRE CLUB". You guessed the club was in school, as they were wearing it in school.

After a few minutes, more people came to the table, and you were now sitting at a full table.

It was bearable, until a boy, who looks a little younger than you said there would be a game tonight, and a guy named Lucas couldn't come. The long hair guy looked irritated, and started doing a weird speech, so you got out of there.

The rest of the classes were the same, and all you wanted to do is flop on your bed and watch your favorite movie, but you wished for it too early.

When you came home, your mother called you to the kitchen, she claimed she had something to tell you.

"Your father is meeting with his new boss and his wife, we offered to serve a dinner at our house, so be prepared" she said with a stern voice

Shit. You really didn't have the energy to sit hours in a chair, and listen to your father talk about work. You had to think of something, you couldn't stay in your room, your mother wouldn't let you, so the only option was to go out. But where?

You didn't know the place, didn't know anyone you could spend the evening with...Oh! The game the weird guys were talking about, it's tonight.

"Actually mom we have a school event tonight, I have to be there, so I can't stay with you" technically it wasn't a lie.

"Oh ok than, be back at 10 understood?"

"Yes mom" you walked to your room to take a shower, it was a hot day.

At 7:00 PM you were out of your door, you only changed your shirt, there is no point in wearing different pants, they're not dirty.

When you entered the gym, it was already full. You sat at one of the higher rows.

You didn't particularly played any sports, but you enjoyed watching other people play.

When the players entered you noticed a guy with the name 'Sinclair' on his shirt. This was the guy the group from the cafeteria mentioned. You heard from the speech guy.

He was nice looking, kinda tall, dark skin, curly hair, fit. You couldn't help but watch him all throughout the game, he was also the one to score the winning point to the team. But you didn't have the chance to talk to him, as him and his teammates went celebrating somewhere.

As you were laying in your bed, you couldn't stop thinking about him, great,you developed a crush on the first day of school. He was probably popular, and hang out with the jocks. You hoped it'll go away, he's probably straight anyway.

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The next day at school you actually started learning stuff, and not just saying your name and sharing you favorite animal or food. Speaking of food, you sat at the same spot you sat last day at the cafeteria. Someone tapped your shoulder

"Excuse me, can you move one spot please, if it's not a problem, I want to sit next to them" it was Lucas, he pointed to the boys you sat with the day before

"Oh yeah of course, sorry" you said and moved one sit to the left, so he could sit between you and his friends

"No problem, thank you" he had a nice voice, you thought "I'm Lucas Sinclair by the way, I haven't seen you around here before, are you new?"

"Oh yeah it's only my second day here. I'm (name)" you smiled "by the way I saw you last night at the game, you saved your team"

"Oh thank you haha" he looked surprised "it's actually my first time playing in a real game" he said with an awkward smile

"Than I'm glad I saw this specific game" WHAT ARE YOU DOING, flirting with a guy who's probably straight, and probably has a girlfriend

But he smiled, maybe you had a chance after all?

The rest of the "meal", if you could call this thing on your play a meal, was silent. Well, not silent, but at least you and Lucas didn't talk much.

You did occasionally steal glances at each other, but none of you dared talking to one another.

That night you decided to go to the arcade. A girl who sat next to you in class told you about it. It was a 15 minute walk from your house. When you got there you were surprised to see Lucas. He was with a girl.

You felt your stomach twist. You didn't even know him, you didn't have any right to react like that, but before you could go somewhere else he noticed you and waved you to come.

Oh god.

"Hi (name), this is Max, she's in my year, Max this is (name), he's new here" he introduced you to the girl, who you know now as Max

She smiled at you but didn't say anything.

"Soo...are you here alone?" Lucas asked you

"Yes, I don't really have any friends yet" you were embarrassed to say that, but that's the truth.

"Wanna play with us? I will teach you if you don't know how, I'm really good at this game" he offered

"Oh I don't wanna interrupt you guys"

"It's fine we're just hanging out" Max said

"Ok than"

It was fun, in fact very fun.

You learned that Lucas and the club he's in, the hell fire club, is a D&D club. You heard about this, but never actually played. It sounded too complicated for you.

"You want me to teach you? I have free time, and it's not so complicated, it just sounds hard" you didn't really want to, but you said yes just to hang out with him more

"Great! Tomorrow at 7 PM at mine ok?"

"Yeah sure"

We separated our own ways, and as soon as your head hit the pillow you.... barley slept. Couldn't stop thinking about tomorrow, and how hard it'll be to focus on the game, and not look at Lucas Sinclair.

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Delinquent's House

(Stranger Things) Eddie Munson x Male Reader 

TW: Drugs, possible abuse

Summary Eddie runs to the “Delinquent's” House for help.

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Universal POV 

It had been a long day for Y/N. He had been working a 12 hour shift for almost a month trying to save up enough money for a new guitar. He had barely got home from work, he was about to take a shower when someone knocked on the door. Y/N decided to walk to the door even if he was shirtless. When he opened the door he saw Eddie Munson, he was hurt, he looked weak and had a busted lip. Ed was shivering, bleeding, and scared. When Y/N looked at Eddie's eyes he could see a slightly dazed look in his eyes; Eddie had been drugged and assaulted.

 Eddie looked at Y/N up and down, he was barely standing up. “I didn’t know where else to go” Eddie mumbled before passing out in Y/N arms. All Y/N could do was carry Eddie inside and take care of his wounds.

 Once Y/N set Eddie in bed, he decided to carefully take Ed’s shirt off. His torso was full of scratches, some deep cuts and a lot of bruises. Y/N went to the bathroom for the aid kit and started cleaning the cuts and applying ointment on the bruises and scratches. After making sure he had cleaned all the cuts in Eddie’s torso and put ointment on the bruises and scratches he carefully put a tshirt on Eddie, then covered him up with a blanket. 

Y/N decided to leave the room to let Eddie rest and take the opportunity to shower. After the shower he put some boxers and shorts on but decided to not use a shirt because it was a hot summer night. As Y/N laid down on the couch he started to wonder who could have done something so terrible to a sweet person like Eddie. He remembers the first time he and Eddie laid eyes on each other. They shared the same math class and the teacher had paired them up together for the mid semester project that involved making a scale model of different buildings.

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Y/N Pov 

I was running late to my math class because stupid Harrington decided to wait for me in my locker to talk about the fact that we had just lost our jobs at the mall because of a fire and he along with robbing had been thinking about where we could find a job. 

“Stupid Steve, and his stupid hair, with those stupid eyes that keep on distracting me”. I mumble just before sitting on my chair and looking at the teacher who had stopped talking when I came in.

 “... as I was saying I would choose the partners and Mr. Y/L/N you would have the pleasure of working with…” she was scanning the classroom looking for someone who I didn’t talk to “ yes, you will work with Mr. Munson…..” She kept on talking and assigning partners as I looked up and turned my back to see how Eddie seemed like he was giving terrible news. 

I stood up and started walking to Eddie to sit next to him, he explained the project and we began planning. It was the first time I have talked to him and it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I could even hear him hum some Bon Jovi songs as we worked.

 Once the class was over me and Eddie decided to keep on working on the project today after class in his house. He said I could follow his van after school. 

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 It was barely lunch time and I was sitting down with Steve, Robin, and Nancy. We were talking about random stuff as we ate. Minutes later we all turned to Eddie's table as he was walking on the table shouting to the jocks table and laughing. Mike was at that table and it seemed like that was something regular. Before Eddie sat down in his chair again he turned his gaze to my table and said something along the lines of “ This school should be like them, mixed, a Jock, a Bad geek, a teacher pet and a delinquent all in the same environment like it's normal, no stereotypes”. When he said that Steve and Robin Flicked him up and me and Nance just ignored him and kept on eating and talking now about founding a place that could hire three of us.

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 The school day was done. I was about to go home when Eddie approached me in the parking lot. “Remember we have to work on the project, right?” he asked and I only nodded even though I had forgotten, “ Ok, just follow my van”. He took off to get in his van as I got in my motorcycle. I just followed him to his “house”, I had been here before. Max lives in front of him. I got off of my motorcycle and followed Eddie to his living room where we began to work with some music in the background. 

“You hungry” before I could even answer my stomach growled. “ That sounds like a yes, what do you think about Pizza?”.

 “Yeah sure, I'm not picky”. 

“Ok, let me go so you could take a break from work and, I don’t know, go outside” we both went outside and he started his van to go for pizza. As I was outside I saw Max so I decided to go to her and talk a bit.

 “Hey little red” as I got close to her I messed with her hair and she just gave me a mean/funny face.

 “Hey, what are you doing here?” 

“Doing a Math assignment with Munson, He went for Pizza to eat and I decided to take a break from all the planning, building and math”.  Max and I just started walking to her dog, when we got to the dog we sat down on the floor.

 “Why do you have to do the assignment with Munson” “I was late for class so the teacher put me with him as a weird way of punishment I think”. 

We kept on talking until Eddie patted my back, he had three boxes of pizza in one of his hands. I quickly stand up and give Max a hand. 

“Who 's this?” Eddie was looking at Max up and down like if she was a weird animal in the zoo

 “ This is Max, she is part of Mike’s party and like my little sister” Eddie only nodded and smiled at Max

 “Wanna eat with us, seems like I bought enough for you to join us” Max accepted and we went to Eddie's trailer and started eating while talking about school and how horrible the teachers were and how much homework they left every single day.

 After we were done eating Max left and me and Eddie kept on working on the assignment. But this time we talked and sang and laughed as we worked. I discovered that we were alike even though he called me a delinquent. He was quite charming. We had the same taste in music, movies and even in books. He then showed me his guitar and even played a song.

 Without even noticing it was already 11 pm, Eddie had insisted on me staying even more after the history of Hawkins and I accepted. I slept on the couch after we got done the project and the next day we had to turn it in.

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 When I woke up Eddie was already ready for school and he was eating some cold pizza that was left from yesterday.

 “ Here, use some of my clothes, you can change them in my room”. He gave me a pair of ripped jeans, an AC/DC shirt and a leather jacket. When I was done changing I came out of the room and as he looked at me he said “ you need some rings and chains”. He then proceeded to give me some of his rings and went to his room for some chains.

 After that he took on the project and we went to school. I gave Max a lift to school. Once we got to school I helped Eddie with the project and we were lucky that today Math was our first class so we didn’t have to carry this around all day.

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 Last day of the semester before the winter break and I had already done the Math, English, Science and Gym midterms and had at least got a B on all of them. It was already lunch and everyone kept staring at me like I had something in my face. When Steve, Nance and Robin got to the table I turned to them to ask “ Why is everyone looking at me?Do I have something on my face or what?”.

 Robin was the first person to say “it's probably because you are wearing Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson’s clothes”.

 “DON’T call him a freak” that was the first thing that came out of my mouth “ He ain’t no freak he’s just different like us”. 

“Why are you defending him?” Steve wondered “ YOU used to call him Freak not long ago”.

 “And he is kind of a freak” that was Nance.

“well He might be weird but so are we, and he is not weird to me, we actually have a lot in common. Like the fact that we both like Bon Jovi and AC/DC, yet we believe that Queen is way better, or the common interest in fantasy books, we are alike”. When I said that someone tapped my shoulder, as I turned around I saw Eddie and Max smiling at me.

“ Let's go for some Pizza?” I was sure that Eddie had heard what I said, But he didn’t seem to care about it or see it as weird so I only nodded and we left the cafeteria to go for some Pizza.

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 That kept on going, we had become like a little family. Eddie, Max and Me. Along with the little families that formed in the party, every kid had a kind of father/mother figure.For Mike and Lucas it was Nance and Robin and for Dustin, Will and El it was Jonathan and Steve. We were small families making a big family.

 We started hanging out together in school and outside of school, Steve, Robin and I found a job together. Robin and Nance started dating and the whole group loved it. Steve and Jonathan started going on dates but have not gotten formal and Me and Eddie were still friends. I like him But I wasn’t sure he felt the same way.

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 Universal POV 

It was already 8 AM and Y/N was getting ready for work when they heard a low moan, as he turned around he saw how Eddie was trying to get up. He quickly went to the bed and prevented Eddie from sitting because he still was a bit weak. 

“Hey, it 's ok. You need to rest, some wounds are still open so if you move too much they are going to start bleeding. I'm going to take you to the hospital to get stitches” Eddie only nodded and kept on avoiding looking at Y/N. Y/N grabbed Eddie's chin to make him look at him “You want to talk about what happened to you?” It seemed like Eddie was having an internal fight with himself about whether to tell Y/N or not. 

“I was on a date with Jason. We were going to get some ice cream and then go to the arcade. It was fun but once we started walking to his house I started to feel dizzy. I told him and he only smiled, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to an empty alley… I tried to fight him so he started… he started hitting me all I could do was close my eyes… he then grabbed a… he grabbed a pocket knife and started cutting me… then someone hit him before he could do anything else, I got up and started running here. Then I got here I don’t remember anything else” Y/N carefully hugged Eddie as he cried on his shoulder. 

Moments later they pulled apart and Y/N cleaned Eddie's face and helped him stand up. Y/N took Eddie to the hospital and called Steve to tell him that he was not going to work today to take care of Eddie who was in the Hospital and then hung up the call to stay with Eddie. 

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Eddie was waking up again and he saw how Y/N was sleeping with his hand grabbing Eddie and his head close to their tangled hands. The only thought in Eddies mind was how peaceful Y/N looked sleeping and how grateful he was of having him in his life.

Y/N started moving in sign of waking up. Eddie kept his gaze steady on Y/N and once Y?N was completely awake Eddie decided to go in for it and kissed Y/N. At the beginning Y/N was surprised but before Eddie could pull away Y/N reacted and started kissing him back while carefully pulling him closer. 

After a minute when they were both in need of air they pulled apart but kept on looking at each other's eyes with a goofy smile and hands intertwined. They both had been waiting for this moment for too long that now all they wanted was to hold each other. 

But like destiny and the universe are bitches someone had to interrupt that beautiful moment. 

“ Shut up kids, The doctor said Eddie was asleep '' Steve had come into the room with the full group behind him with some balloons and flowers along with a big teddy bear. 

Before Steve could turn around all the kids ran to Eddie and hugged him while screaming ‘you're alive’, and Steve ended up on the floor, along with Robin and Nance. 

That day everyone stayed with Eddie in the hospital even with the multiple complaints from the nurses. That day Y/N and Eddie were closer than ever. That day Eddie and Y/N started dating. That day Hopper arrested Jason for what he had done. That day Steve was happy about being out late last night. That day Max was filled with joy with the fact that her parents were now dating. That day Robin and Jonathan won $20 bucks in a bet that they had with their significant other. And that day Eddie was happy about running to the delinquent’s house for help. 

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