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murdrdocs · 2 years

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girl with the tattoo | e.munson

description. eddie pays for your first tattoo without knowing what it is you’re getting. when you finally show him, he practically flips his shit.

includes. SMUT 16+, dom! eddie, sub!reader, slightly meandom!eddie, doggy style sex, cum play (it’s nasty tbh), handcuffs, degradation, praise, pet names, ass slapping, sweet boyfriend eddie,the whole nine yards it seems, unprotected sex, creampie, fem!reader, AFAB!reader, very brief rimming

a/n. eventually i will stop naming fics after songs but no time soon. this has been sitting unfinished in my docs for so long that i just had to suck it up and finish it so. here we are :D also longest fic i’ve written in a while

word count. 3.6k+ words

Eddie was not known for his patience.

In all of your years of knowing him, you had never seen him display any act of patience. He liked for things to happen immediately, almost as if he only knew what patience is but not how to possess it. Sometimes, just to mock him you would tell him that “patience is a virtue”, only for him to say, “Yeah, whatever that means”.

Knowing about Eddie's impatient personality, you knew that it was going to be hell to keep your new tattoo a surprise. He obviously knew you were getting it, as he was the one funding the new piece. But when you told him that he couldn’t accompany you to the appointment, you swore that he was going to go into cardiac arrest.

He had a mini meltdown, but you managed to calm him. Only for a few hours though as he quickly began to realize that when you said he couldn’t see it, you meant he couldn’t see it until it was healed.

What followed was 2 and a half weeks of Eddie only being allowed to see small fractions of your skin, and using his critical thinking skills to eliminate the places where your tattoo could be, narrowing it down to your upper thigh, ass or boobs.

All the while, you promised him it would be worth it. And while at first he didn’t believe you, now, he truly does.

Because there you are, sitting on his bed with your legs folded under you, wearing a pretty underwear set and looking like the most delicate thing he’s ever seen.

“Do you wanna see it?” You ask, voice light and just a little bit shaky as if you’re nervous.

Eddie was so distracted by just how beautiful you looked that he forgot that you were here for a reason. He’s this close to asking what exactly the ‘it’ is, but then his brain restarts and he comes back to himself, nodding his head so hard he has to stop before it begins to hurt.

You take a deep breath, chest rising and putting your cleavage even more on display. Finally gathering the courage, you shuffle around until your back is facing Eddie. Your head turns, shoulder coming to your chin as you peek back to glance at Eddie.

His dark eyes work to find the tattoo, scanning every crevice of your back from top to bottom until there, he finds it.

Sitting in the middle of your back, directly above your mesh pink panties, is a black butterfly etched into your skin. On either side is some impressive, symmetrical line work, enhancing the focus of the design which is the insect.

Eddie doesn’t respond for a while, and if it weren’t for his heavy breathing and occasional blinking, you would think that he was unconscious.

“Do you like it?” You eventually ask, beginning to shrink in on yourself in fear that you made a permanent mistake.

“Like it?” Eddie repeats, beginning to approach you. “Baby, I love it.”

He reaches a hand out, the right one, and sprawls his fingers out over the tattoo. You flinch at the cold metal of his rings and Eddie chuckles, mumbling out a halfhearted “sorry” before he singles out his pointer fingers and trails it over the linework.

“Really?” You ask, voice light and hopeful. “I was really nervous your guy would fuck it up.”

Eddie’s finger is now in the middle of your back, at the pointed end of the heart and close to the line of your panties. “Adonis never fucks up tattoos. Dude’s got a touch for these sorts of things.”

He takes his finger away and for a brief second, you miss his touch. But you don’t have to miss it for long because then Eddie’s hands grip your waist, his thumbs rubbing soft circles into your skin as you turn your head back around to stare at the wall in front of you.

Eddie begins asking you questions about your tattoo; if it hurt during the process, how long did it take. He insists that he should’ve been there to hold your hand and crack jokes, but you reassured him that you had a friend to rely on.

Eventually, you have to reorient him by simply speaking his name.

“Hm?” He hums, thumbs still rubbing your skin.

You sigh, turning your head and glancing over your shoulder. Eddie instantly meets your eye, like a compass to the north.

“You sure it doesn’t look bad? I didn’t make a mistake, right?”

Eddie’s face softens completely. “A mistake? Baby, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You were already so fucking hot but with this tattoo? Whew!” Eddie is back to being theatrical, hands leaving your back to dramatically fan his face.

You giggle, taking the moment to turn your body around completely, shuffling in a semicircle using your knees.

Eddie calms down, his gaze getting that look to it as he tilts his head down. His hand reaches out to find yours, gently tugging it forward.

“Just feel what it does to me. Feel what you do to me.” He brings your hand to his crotch, letting you palm him through his skinny jeans. You can feel the growing bulge against your hand, the familiar feeling igniting that urge within you, sinking all the way down to your belly.

“Eddie.” You whisper, watching Eddie’s tongue dart out to lick his lips.

“It’s healed, right?” He asks. You nod softly and the movement is halted a little too soon when Eddie lunges forward to push his lips against yours.

You welcome his kiss, both of your hands reaching up to cup Eddie’s face. His hands wrap around your wrist, and then he’s pulling them off of his face and guiding them behind your back, one wrist over the other.

When he pulls his hands away, yours stay obediently in their position. You feel Eddie’s smirk against your lips and it acts as a form of nonverbal praise.

Eddie pulls his lips away from yours and you have to restrain yourself from chasing them. He doesn’t stray far and when he speaks you can feel his lips move against yours.

“Wanna fuck you while I look at that pretty tattoo. Will you let me do that?”

It takes you a second to realize that Eddie is asking to fuck you from the back, doggystyle. But when your brain is able to come to that realization, you nod so hard that your nose knocks into Eddie’s and your forehead bumps into his.

He smiles, big and wide, and steadies your head by gripping your cheeks, pushing them together and gazing lovingly at the sight. You attempt to smile and Eddie breaks out into a laugh, squishing and un-squishing your cheeks for the better half of a minute.

Eventually, you ask, “Are you gonna fuck me or not?” But your cheeks make the words come out as jumbled syllables and Eddie asks you to repeat it a few times, until he understands with a loud “Oh!”.

“Of course.” He chirps, pressing his lips to your squished ones before he drops his hands completely and instead uses them to maneuver you in the position he desires: your face pressed down into the sheets and your ass in the air.

Eddie marvels at the sight, wolf whistling at you for a moment. Your hands are still held obediently behind your back and by moving your shoulders, you bring Eddie’s attention to them.

“Just a few more,” He mumbles, trailing off as you hear him move away. You see him from the corner of your eye grabbing his pair of handcuffs. They’re a different pair from the silver ones he had before, these with black fur on the insides and a bit of cushion so they’re comfortable for you.

When he comes back around, his hands peel your panties off and you lift one knee at a time to let him slip them off. Then, his hands pull you up by your hips and his chest presses against your back as his arms encircle you, pulling yours from behind your back with the movement.

You watch as he directs you to position your wrists side by side against your stomach, and then wraps the opened cuffs around each one and closes them with a few clicks.

He kisses your shoulder, then your cheek, and mumbles something about not wanting to obstruct the view before he’s gently pushing your upper half back down and resuming his position behind you.

You wait in anticipation, taking in the sound of Eddie’s belt buckle, then the sound of his jackets hitting the ground, then the slide of his zipper and thudding of more denim hitting the ground.

Then, finally, you feel the bed dip behind you and you tense up, waiting while Eddie spreads your cheeks.

But you’re instantly relaxed when you feel Eddie’s tongue around your asshole, running around the puckered entrance in a circle.

The moan you let out is choked, shocked at first and then silky smooth once you get used to the feeling.

“Eddie, I–” All words are lost on your tongue at the foreign feeling.

“I know, sweetheart.” He pulls away for a second to tell you, then circling your hole twice more before pulling away completely. “Some other time.” He mumbles and you feel saddened for a second, but then Eddie is pushing his finger into your other hole, the one you’re used to, and you're moaning again, hips pushing back towards him.

Eddie hisses, the sound having a hint of shock and amusement to it. “Already so wet,” He muses. “Barely have to do any work.” Yet, he still pushes another finger into you, your cunt welcoming the added digit easily.

You don’t realize that you’re pushing yourself back, fucking yourself on Eddie’s fingers. But he does, stalling his hand and staring down at your ass moving forward and back with wide eyes. “So eager,” He comments, making you aware of your movements.

“Sorry.” You mumble, turning your head from having its cheeks to the sheets to instead force your entire face down into them, embarrassment taking over your entire body briefly as you scrunch your face up. It wasn’t your fault that you were left to your own devices for almost three weeks.

Although, it technically was your fault.

“‘S okay, baby. If it makes you feel any better, I’m eager to get into this tight little pussy.” You can hear the smile in his words and a giddy feeling fills up your body, starting from your pelvis and spreading to your chest where it's like little butterflies are flying.

You don’t have anytime to respond because then Eddie is asking you if he should use a condom or not. You hesitate, thinking over it and repositioning your cheek onto the covers.

Eddie gives you time to think, one of his large palms spreading over one of your ass cheeks, his fingers working to knead the flesh.

Eventually, you settle on a decision. “No condom,” You declare, eyes bright even though Eddie couldn’t see them.

“M’kay.” He says, a smile evident in his words, his palm disconnecting with your skin only to come back down onto it harshly, the rings on his fingers digging into your skin.

You flinch, mumbling a small “ow” into the sheets, to which Eddie gives a halfhearted ‘sorry’ in response to.

There’s some shuffling behind you. Eddie’s hands come to your hips and he manhandles you into the perfect position, pulling you back until your feet are hanging off the bed. He shifts his hips forward, his hands holding onto your hips tight, until his tip is right against your entrance.

You hold your breath, accidentally tensing before you force yourself to relax. Eddie rewards you by pushing in, slow and steady, allowing you room to adjust and get comfortable. He stops when he’s halfway through, and you’re the one to egg him on, pushing your hips backward until he gets the memo enough to bottom out.

Eddie wastes no time.

He pistons into you with a steady, moderate pace, not too fast nor slow. Yet, slower than you anticipated, but you’d welcome anything Eddie chooses to give you. And you tell him that with little, breathy gasps, turning your head to make sure none of them are muffled and are able to be heard by Eddie.

“There you go, pretty girl,” He says. You wonder if he’s speaking with the intended outcome of you hearing or not, because the words are so soft that the subtle squelch of your cunt sucking Eddie in, and letting him out, is louder.

Still, you let a little moan out in response, eyebrows pushing together as you attempt to hold yourself back from asking Eddie for more.

But eventually, you give in to your own needs.

“More, please, Eddie.” Is all you say, simple and pleading. You can practically hear the gears in Eddie’s head turning, attempting to decide if he should give in to you or not, the little devil and angel on his shoulders no doubt bickering amongst each other.

He ends up listening to the angel (which is you in pure white, but Eddie would never admit that), hips speeding up just enough for him to pick up the pace, but also with enough slow precision for him to bury himself deep in you, cock angled almost perfectly.

You help him out, babbling mumbles of ‘thank you’ while you tilt and turn your hips until Eddie’s cock hits that spot that you didn’t even know you were looking for.

The moan you let out is loud and chesty, coming from that same place where butterflies previously erupted.

“Right there?” Eddie asks, delivering repeated thrusts to that spot you’d angled him to. You nod, the movement uncomfortable due to the position of your head.

“There.” You confirm, back arching and pushing your cunt further back towards Eddie.

You groan, eyes rolling back into your head as you press your chest further down into the sheets. Eddie’s in you deep, hitting the spot you instructed him to, over and over and over again.

You know that you’re as physically close to Eddie as you could get, but there’s something in your brain that’s telling you that you could get closer. Like a pied piper, you follow it.

You move your arms from against your chest to above your head, fingers curling around a pillow you can find. With a few inches of freed space, you fully press your chest against Eddie’s bed, tits squished against the sheets that were definitely not cleaned since the last time you were here.

Your mouth’s open, drool pooling out of the side between little moans you let out.

You can’t feel it, but there’s arousal dripping down your inner thighs, creating a pornographic trail, all leading to those same dirtied sheets. The sheets you’re currently making a mess of.

Hopefully, if things went your way, they would have an even bigger mess to them by the time Eddie was finished.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans from behind you, his fingers digging into your hips harshly. You whine and squirm, trying to get away from the bruising grip Eddie has on you.

But all of your squirming is gone when Eddie releases a hand onto your ass again, that sting replacing the one you felt before.

“Take it.” He grunts out, through clenched teeth from the sounds of it.

“‘M sorry,” You instantly say, body tensing as you do what Eddie tells you.

But then, as a direct contrast, that same hand he used to slap your ass rubs the burning flesh, soothing the slap.

“That’s okay, baby. Just a dumb little slut ‘f me. Can’t even control your own body. You can’t help it, can you?”

You’re shaking your head, immediately brushing over the words ‘dumb’ and ‘slut’ and only focusing on how Eddie said ‘for me’. Because everything you did was for him.

You’d even laid down on a tattoo bed for over an hour, in pain, just to get a little tattoo that you were sure that Eddie would like even more than you did.

Which, you were obviously right about.

“Everything’s for you, Eddie.” You mumble, words slurred from how cock drunk you were.

Eddie coos from behind you, his thumb now running along your new tattoo.

“Even this little tattoo?” He asks, slowing his pace a little as he becomes distracted by your new ink.

“Especially the tattoo.”

And his pace is sped up again, faster and sloppier than before.

He’s losing accuracy, hitting around that spot more than he’s hitting it. But you couldn’t care less. Because Eddie’s cock is stretching and fucking you so well, and his little grunts and moans and babbles behind you are better than any shitty porno you’ve ever sat down and watch.

You’re dazed, head floaty in a way that’s similar to when you and Eddie pass a blunt back and forth in the back of his van. You don’t even notice that you’re close, not until your body starts to chase that feeling, hips grinding and circling in a coordinating way with Eddie’s thrusts that you didn’t even think you could achieve.

“You close, princess?” Eddie asks, voice a bit shaky due to his movements.

You hum affirmatively, pitch high in a way that would make you cringe if you currently cared.

One of Eddie’s hands pulls you flush against him, his patch of pubic hair brushing against your ass, and his other hand curls around your body to reach between your legs and bring two fingers to your clit.

All it takes is a few circles and then the arch in your back is inverting, thighs shaking as every muscle in your face scrunches up.

You cum hard, your fingers squeezing the edge of the pillow you’d grasped onto so hard that you can feel your fingernails against your palm.

Eddie helps you through your orgasm in a painful way, not daring to slow his fingers around your clit or his thrusts into your tight canal.

You’re practically sobbing at this point, sweet little cries of Eddie’s name falling from your lips.

When your thighs have stopped shaking and you’re giving into Eddie’s touch instead of moving away from it, Eddie’s thrusts become even sloppier.

“Can you cum again for me, sweetheart?” Your mind is telling you that you can’t, but your body is telling you the exact opposite, an aftershock of an orgasm already building in your lower abdomen.

You don’t respond. You don’t have to. Eddie can feel your walls fluttering around his cock like the wings of a butterfly.

His pointer and middle fingers speed up around your clit and you’re bracing yourself at this point, muscles tensing and relaxing repeatedly until you trigger your own orgasm.

It’s not as big as the one before, but you’re not focusing on that. Instead, you’re focusing on the way Eddie is losing himself behind you, both of his hands back at your hips, his own hips slapping into yours in fast thrusts until you feel his cock twitch and then the hot spurts of his cum.

You both moan in harmony, the mutual feeling of Eddie’s release inside of you taking over both of you.

His hips push against yours in short, staccato thrusts, making sure all of his cum is inside of you before he pulls out.

Silently, Eddie watches the way you clench around nothing, thereby forcing his cum out of your hole for it to drizzle down onto your cunt.

“Shit,” He curses, the same two fingers he had on your clit dragging along your cunt, gathering his cum along the digits.

Then, you feel nothing until Eddie’s still warm cum drips onto your lower back, right over your tattoo.

“Eddie,” You start, head turning and upper half lifting off of the bed.

“Shh.” Eddie says, splaying a hand flat between your shoulder blades and pushing you back against the bed with a thud. “Just a little healing ointment for you.”

It’s disgusting, so absolutely disgusting, but you can’t help but enjoy the way Eddie rubs his cum into your skin like moisturizer. You sit still while Eddie works to massage your skin, spreading his cum along your lower back and over your sore ass cheeks.

Then, once he’s finished, he kisses in the middle of your back and steps back completely. But not before placing his hands along your waist and pulling your upper half up from the bed.

You roll over onto your back, bringing your hands down to rest against your stomach again while you stare at the ceiling.

“You’re disgusting, you know that?” You say to Eddie, letting your eyes look at him from over your nose.

Eddie hums, starting to head out of his bedroom door. He stops when he’s almost across the threshold, turning to look over his shoulder to say, “You’re the one who lets me be”. Which, you can’t argue there.

You lay back on Eddie’s bed in silence with his cum sticking along your skin and drizzling out of your cunt.

You’re mostly out of it while Eddie cleans you up, a warm cloth gently running along your pussy, calloused hands maneuvering you enough to clean up your ass and back. He kisses along your skin as he works, making sure to kiss along your wrists when he unlocks the handcuffs, and along your face and neck as he slips one of his shirts over your body.

You come to enough to take a few hits from a blunt that Eddie lights, telling him that you’re fine and that he wasn’t too rough between puffs.

But when he excuses himself to go in the kitchen and make Kraft mac and cheese, you’re already knocked out, eyes closed and body lax on the disgusting, grimy bed sheets.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #dom!eddie #celeste writes st #eddiesworld!

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murdrdocs · 2 years

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i just think there’s something abt contrasting actions while going down on someone

when your mouth is wrapped around eddie, opened as wide as you can with spit and dribble spread on his cock and around your previously painted lips.

his hands are fisting the sheets, and he’s swearing and groaning and moaning so prettily above you. he’s spent, fucked out. but still able to praise you.

“doing so well, baby. always.” “fuck you know how to take me just right, don’t you?”

all the while, his hips are lifting periodically, cock hitting a depth in your throat that has you controlling your swallows and manually breathing out of your nose.

“‘m sorry, sweetheart. hurts?” he’s peering down at you through long eyelashes. you shake your head in a minute movement, pulling halfway off of his cock just to take him to the hilt once again, swirling your tongue as you do.

“fuck,” he throws his head back onto the pillow. he doesn’t bother trying to control his hips at this point. he’s just face fucking you, chasing his own high.

his apologies are spilling out now, mixing with praises. one of his big hands cups your hollowed cheek, and the other finds your hair on the other side, gently tucking it behind your ear.

#does this makes sense ?#it’s just the hair tuck that gets me idk #eddiesworld!#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you

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murdrdocs · 7 months

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INTERVIEW 008

with. eddie munson

includes. non-con voyeurism, perv!eddie, fem!reader, brief murder implications, implied blasphmey (?)

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Tonight, you’re wearing his favorite set.

It’s been a long day for you. He can tell with the way you look. His eyesight has been declining recently, or maybe he’s just tired, but he cannot see your face as well as he usually can. Still, he notices the frown.

It doesn’t look right on your usually happy face. On the face that’s usually beaming as you are waving kindly to him from your mailbox while he is climbing in his van. Or the face that morphs into one of empathy anytime he answers your formal question with actual details of his day.

Still, he thinks you look pretty.

Walking around your bedroom, previously peeling layers of clothing off your body while your mouth moved in time with lyrics Eddie could not hear. He has his window cracked just a little, but yours was sealed shut tonight.

Eddie assumes that with the way the night has been going, you’re just going to take a shower and head to sleep. He thinks that maybe, if he is lucky, he will get to see you lotion your body before you put on a new underwear set on and climb into bed.

He is happy with whatever he could get.

Which is why he is all the more fulfilled whenever you dig into your top drawer and pull out a blue toy.

Eddie adjusts position, leaning forward a little more as he prepares.

He watches you switch the side of your record, a Marvin Gaye one if his guess is correct, sit yourself on your bed, peel your panties off, spread your legs, and then place the toy between plushy thighs.

You do not tease yourself tonight, instead going right to the main event. The toy presses to your clit, and with the way you are spread open it’s like you have displayed yourself perfectly for Eddie and Eddie only.

He has the urge to dig into his gray sweatpants and pull his dick out, but he fears pleasuring himself will distract from the show. He decides to focus solely on watching you, storing as much as he can for memories later.

He takes note of the way your head lolls back when you slide the viberator down just a little. His eyes hungrily drink in the skin of your neck and chest and the way it leads to your still covered tits. He watches the way your stomach tenses as the beginning shocks of an orgasm starts to make its way through your body.

Like always, Eddie is mesmerized when you cum. You are the prettiest when you cum, he thinks. The face you make is near angelic, he cannot help but compare it to a heavenly body even if it is fucking sinful or whatever.

He truly thinks whatever is up there crafted your orgasmic face just for him. You’re his, even if you don’t know it yet.

Because although Eddie was the cause of your shit night, the blood under his fingernails a clue as to why your date seemingly stood you up tonight, he is willing to make it up to you.

He will be your savior once more tonight, your favorite treat on his kitchen table, ready to be delivered to your doorstep just when you are coming down from your orgasm, everything surely a little hazy enough for you to invite Eddie in.

#🕸️ 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐑 #eddietobr!#eddie munson x reader #eddiesworld!#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader

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murdrdocs · 2 years

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hmm eddie using your vibe on you

you’re sat on your ass, a hand outstretched behind you and pressed against the mattress to keep you steady. your other one is gripping the back of eddie’s neck, your fingers threaded in the shorter hairs that resided there.

eddie’s eyes are down to watch your cunt, watching himself press the vibrator onto your clit. your eyes are on him, watching how enamored he was with the view.

“jesus, sweetheart,” he’s saying when something hits you, making your back arch and your barely concealed tits reach out towards him. “wish i would’ve known about this little thing sooner.”

you don’t bother answering, too blissed out to.

the straps of your little tee shirt are off of your shoulders, and one of your tits is practically out.

eddie releases them fully by closing his teeth around the center of your shirt, pulling his head down until your tee is under both of your tits. for a second, you wonder why he didn’t just use his hands. then you remember that one of them is pinching your hip while the other is holding the vibe to your sensitive cunt.

as soon as he latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, you’re whining.

“eddie, eds, baby,” your voice is breathy as you throw out every single nickname you’ve given him. “can’t take it anymore. hurts.” your cunt throbs with the memory of the past orgasms you’ve had recently, in a position similar to this one.

“mm hurts does it?” he’s mocking you around your nipple, bringing his teeth to nip at the bud before he lifts his head to stare at you. “you know you can take it. be a big girl and take it.”

and you don’t really have much of a choice.

#eddiesworld!#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson

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murdrdocs · 2 years

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soleless | e. munson

description. you buy eddie a new pair of dr martens. his way of breaking them in isn’t very traditional.

includes. SMUT 16+ boot riding ,, like that’s the whole thing, pet names, dom!eddie, eddie smokes cigs, dumbification, spit i think, sub!reader, AFAB!reader with a vag and boobs

a/n: i wrote this in june for someone else who is way more aggressive so eddie is a little bit ooc but not too much.

word count: 1.4k+

The sole of Eddie’s Dr. Martens pressed against your cunt, most of the weight being centered right where your clothed clit was.

Glaring down at you over his nose with fascination, he watched as your breath hitched, fingers curling in the picnic fabric of your green babydoll dress as you waited in anticipation.

Eddie slowly rotates his foot in a small circle over your clit and your jaw drops, nostrils flaring as you suddenly struggle to properly breathe.

The smirk he gives you at your reaction makes your body heat up, your gaze dropping in embarrassment.

But Eddie was having none of it, instantly barking orders at you. “Look at me.” He says, voice soft but stern and leaving absolutely no room for argument.

You do as told, gaze flicking up to meet him almost instantly, an ashamed ‘sorry’ leaving your lips.

Eddie tuts and he leans down, the rough pads of his fingers circling around your jaw and forcing your head up. He stares at you for a second, the sole of his boot still moving against your cunt. Your abdomen is flexing beneath you, breaths already picking up in its pace all while you stare into Eddie’s unyielding eyes.

“Please,” You beg without even knowing what it is you’re begging for.

Eddie calls you out on this. “‘Please’?” He mocks, that same condescending smile on his pink lips. “‘Please’ what? Do you even know what you’re begging for? You don’t, do you?”

You’re quick to shake your head, knowing that there is no point in lying to Eddie.

The movement of his foot stops and you have to hold yourself back from whining by pressing your lips together, making sure any sound that dares to come out of you is forced to be muffled.

“Tell you what,” Eddie begins, pausing when he drags his thumb over your lips, encouraging you to let them go. He presses his lips to yours, giving you a sloppy, wet kiss. You welcome it, the same way you welcome his thumb in your mouth, pressing your tongue down and then slipping the digit out only to replace it with a glob of his spit. You don’t have to be told to close your mouth, nor do you have to be told to swallow.

Eddie continues as if the moment never happened. “If you want it so bad, you can take it.” You sit silent and confused, looking down at your cunt to watch Eddie remove the sole of his shoe from your panties and instead place it on the floor.

“What do y–” You’re close to asking, looking back up at Eddie. But then he jerks his head down once, in the direction of his boot, and it suddenly clicks in your head.

You hesitate, taking a deep breath before shuffling forward until you’re hovering over the shoe.

Just when you’re about to begin, Eddie interrupts. “Uh uh,” He says, fingers pinching the fabric of your dress, before curling up towards the ceiling. “Off.” Is all he says.

As if his words control them, your hands find the flipped up hem of your dress and you pull it over your head in one quick, fluid, motion. He gives you an appreciative smile when he looks down to be greeted with nothing other than your bare, perfect tits.

You sink down onto Eddie’s boot, instantly sighing at the new angle. You shuffle for a second, trying to find the best spot for your focus to be on. Then, you find it, your hips beginning to circle and tug back and forth, delivering the utmost pleasure onto yourself.

“There you go,” Eddie encourages from above you, the flicker of his lighter dull behind his words. You glance up, jaw dropped and eyes dazed as you watch him light up another cigarette. You don’t notice that with your diverted attention, your hips have begun to stall, but Eddie does.

“Keep going, sweetheart.” He says, dragging out the words as if you wouldn’t be able to understand them otherwise. Which, most likely would have been true with your little fucked out brain barely doing any thinking inside your head.

Your hands find the black denim of Eddie’s jeans, arms wrapping around them and your head resting on his lower thigh. You refocus, finding that spot again and letting your subconscious work your hips. Low, soft moans come from your open lips, drool beginning to make a spot on Eddie’s jeans.

“Aw, would you look at that,” Eddie says from above you through a chuckle. “Already making such a mess.” One of his hands comes down to stroke your head and you lean into it, leaning your head back to look up at him again.

“How you feeling?” He asks, hand cradling your cheek. You’re unable to respond, and Eddie brings his hand back, tapping his forefingers against your cheek to alert you.

And it works, an immediate “so good” falling from your lips.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, taking a drag from his cigarette before leaning his top half down slightly to place the stick between your opened mouth. You struggle to wrap your lips around it, but with Eddie’s slight encouragement, you’re able to. You take a singular puff, not being able to do more as your hips glide across the leather of Eddie’s boots just right and a moan rips from your throat instead.

“You like these boots, pretty girl?” You nod, head down as you look at the way your cunt is moving against the shoe.

“Like ‘em a lot, Eddie.” You assure. “D’you like them?” You ask, sincere even though your head is thrown back, your eyes are closed and your hips are speeding up.

“I like ‘em, baby. And I like how pretty you look on them.” His compliment draws a moan out of you, coming from the lower part of your stomach which is beginning to tighten.

“You close?” Eddie asks before taking another drag. You nod.

Selfishly, the leather of Eddie’s boot slips out from under you, bringing you to desperately thud against the floor. Your eyes open in shock, pleading orbs instantly finding his teasing, sadistic ones.

“Wait, no, Eddie, please.” He smiles, showing all of his teeth behind the white of the cigarette.

You’re sitting on your ass, legs pulled up beside you at the knee, still spread as you gear yourself up for loads of begging.

But it’s not necessary because Eddie is already bringing his foot back in its original position, sole pressed against your cunt.

You moan, high pitched and throaty as your body brings you to lay down, legs spread as wide as they can go to accommodate Eddie’s boot.

“There you go,” Eddie coos, his foot moving at the same pace that your hips were. “You can let go, darling.” You nod, core tightening and jaw falling and eyebrows pushed together so hard that they hurt and your back arches and you’re spasming.

Eddie is cruel with you at your peak, not letting up on his movements one bit until your pussy hurts. You’re nearly crying, hands finding the shaft of his boot and trying to force it away from you. But Eddie’s stronger than you, and your muscles are so weak from one orgasm, that your push is barely there.

“I think you can do one more, sweetheart.” He says, and even though you shake your head, Eddie proves to be right in the end. Because all it takes is a few more pitiful, quick, harsh circles of his foot against your abused cunt and your back is arching off of the floor, muscles along your spine hurting from the position, scalp burning as it rubs against the floor.

Finally, he lets go, leaving you to ride through the aftershocks alone on the floor, legs shaking and body twitching every so often with large breaths leaving your lungs periodically.

When you’re recovered enough to sit up on your ass, Eddie leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. His hands reach under your still vibrating thighs and he lifts you up with a small grunt, setting you down in his bed still in your wet panties.

He kisses your lips, and the side of your neck, and between your collarbones, and finally, each of your nipples. And then lifts his head to peek up at you with a sweet smile.

“Thanks for the gift, baby.” You don’t know if he means the shoes, or the show, but you lazily smile anyway.

“Of course.”

#eddie munson smut #eddiesworld!#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #celeste writes st #eddie munson #stranger things

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asking eddie to be rough with you TW for slapping (hand and dick) and a sir kink

it took loads of begging, creating a safe word (red, something easy that you’ll remember), and assuring him that you’ll use it as soon as you’re even a little bit uncomfortable.

and when you’re both ready, both completely comfortable and trusting the other, you end in a place that you’ve been dreaming of for months.

kneeled on the ground, knees a little scuffed from the carpet in your bedroom. the heels of your sock clad feet are digging into your almost bare bum, and your ankle is beginning to hurt.

none of it matters. because your focus is on eddie.

he’s standing right in front of you, completely bare, fist wrapped around the shaft of his dick. he’s staring at you, a little bit dazed, but nothing compared to you.

“fuck, look at you,” he says, voice low and rough. he steps a little bit closer and it’s not even a full step due to how close he already is to you.

your eyes are on him, but you blink harshly when he taps the tip of his dick along your cheek, spreading your own spit and a little bit of precum along your previously cleaned skin.

“you like being treated like this?” he’s asking, literally rubbing his pink flushed head on your skin and around your lips.

you’re too fucked out to respond, but you regret it almost instantly when eddie reaches a hand out and brings it down onto your other cheek.

“answer me,” his harsh tone pulls an answer out of you.

“yeah, yes, eddie. i love it.”

another slap.

“not eddie…” he raises his eyebrows expectingly, waiting for you to give him what he was looking for.

“sir.”

“good girl,” he coos, “think you deserve something, don’t you think so too?” you’re nodding eagerly, shifting in your kneel as you’re reminded of how empty your cunt feels.

“how bout this; i’ll let you finger fuck yourself while you suck my cock. hmm, that’s what you want?”

you would prefer eddie to fuck you, take you as many times as you could handle in ways that would hurt tomorrow, leave behind pretty little bruises for you to marvel over. that would come sooner or later, but you were just impatient.

however, you knew better than to complain so you flashed a sweet smile and nodded, opening your mouth and pushing your panties to the side to prepare.

“yes, please, sir.”

and he’s giving it to you.

#consider this the first of kinktober for me #eddie munson #eddiesworld!#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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his arms are wrapped around your legs, palms flat along your thighs and blunt nails digging into your skin. his grip is rough, but the way he kisses down your body is the opposite.

gentle pecks at your moisturized skin. wet and a little messy, but still coordinated somehow. you can tell that he means every single one of them, every single kiss and suck and gentle bite.

he gets to your knees and then he’s mumbling little phrases.

“so pretty”

“my pretty girl”

“didn’t think i could ever love someone like i love you”

“god, this can’t be healthy”

and when he gets to your shins, he looks up at you and brings his hands around to part your knees. “just wanna make you feel good. can i make you feel good, sweetheart?”

and you could never deny him. you let your legs be pulled open, and you lace a hand in his hair, urging him towards your already exposed cunt.

your dress was already hiked up, held up with your other hand, but you readjust it to display your pussy to him completely.

“of course you can. didn’t even have to ask, you know that.”

“i know,” he whispers, “i know, i know.”

and then he’s gazing up at your folds, eyes bright and already glassy.

“fuck”

he hooks your leg over his shoulder, and his face disappears between your thighs, not coming up for air until you’re quivering around him, your walls pulsing and fluttering which only adds to your pleasure.

#SUBBY MEN >>>#inspired by those painting/sculptures of men at womens feet #didn’t know who i wanted this to be #so it’s multiple ppl :D #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #stevesworld!#eddiesworld!#mikesworld!#mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler smut #celeste writes st #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut

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What about a small thing of the reader pulling Steve or Eddie in during a kiss with the belt loops and having to stand on their tiptoes to even get close to their lips? It’s all I can think about

in a massive eddie mood rn

you’re trying to get eddie to kiss you.

he’s standing straight, back as stiff as you’ve ever seen it, and his head leveled. yet, his eyes are on you, downturned to watch you struggle.

you’re pouting, as is he, yet for different reasons. his pout is a response to the little quip you’d made nearly 15 minutes ago, a joke that you’d teased him with. you didn’t even remember what it was about at this point.

your pout is a response to his pout, and you use it to try to convince him.

“c’mon, eds. just kiss me, please.” his arms are crossed over his chest and he looks intimidating for once.

you would be affected if you weren’t looking into the eyes of the same boy who was just singing his heart out to whitney houston 20 minutes ago.

“if you want it, you gotta get it yourself,” he tells you, face serious from the nose down yet you can see the amusement brewing in his eyes.

you sigh and reach your hands forward, fingers hooking into eddie’s bare belt loops. you tug, pulling him towards you until the toes of your shoes are touching.

then, with another sigh, this one coming from the slight embarrassment you’re about to feel, you stand on your toes and lift your head.

you’re just almost reaching eddie’s lips, and if his head were tilted down you would be kissing him by now. but he was playing hard to get for his own enjoyment.

“fuck,” you whisper under your breath, maintaining your balance as you take one hand from eddie’s belt loop and push down on his right shoulder, urging him to give you a little bit of mercy.

and he does, knees bending and decreasing his height by the inch you needed.

happily, you push your lips to eddie’s in a small peck, pulling back to allow your triumphant smile to show.

“see,” he starts, a smile of his own spreading across his face. “that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

#eddiesworld!#eddie munson x reader #.tenfour #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you

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STRANGER THINGS ONE SHOTS !

note from author: all works are 18+ ; ☽ indicates explicit sexual content; home

includes ... ROBIN BUCKLEY; STEVE HARRINGTON; EDDIE MUNSON; DMITRI ANTONOV

ROBIN BUCKLEY !‏‏‎ ‎

❝ no surprises ❞ ☽ 2.3k+ words

robin steals your panties and, even though you shouldn’t, you reward her with your fingers

STEVE HARRINGTON !

❝ touch tank ❞ ☽ 1.0k+ words

if there’s one thing about steve you want everyone to know, it’s that he’s a gentle lover

❝ santa baby ❞ ☽ 5.0k+ words

stuck in a loveless marriage, a holiday that brought nothing but cold for you is transformed by santa claus, of all people

EDDIE MUNSON !

❝ an order ❞ ☽ 1.1k+ words

eddie loves the sound of your moans and horror movies. the two together is euphoric

❝ girl with the tattoo ❞ ☽ 3.6k+ words

when eddie pays for a tattoo for you, he doesn’t expect you to get the hottest one possible

❝ soleless ❞ ☽ 1.4k+ words

eddie gets you to help him break in his new dr martens

DMITRI ANTONOV !

❝ eyes on fire ❞ ☽ 1.9k+ words

dmitri returns home, back to your warm embrace

#–𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 #eddiesworld!#robinsworld!#stevesworld!

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Threesome with Steve and Eddie where Steve shows you off to Eddie like how much of a good girl you are or how you have such good manners etc 😩

-🧚🏼‍♀️

THIS IS SO OLD IM SO SORRY !! i was gonna write a full fic but ,, never got around to that so here’s this instead

Eddie’s watching you from the corner. You don’t have enough courage to cut your eyes to fully look at him, only doing so from your peripheral. But even if you couldn’t see him at all, you would still be able to feel his eyes on your form.

You try to ignore the burning of his stare, and at first it’s hard to do so. But then the head of Steve’s cock hits a part of your canal just right and you’re forgetting everything else. Including your manners, it seems.

“Fuck, Steve. Again.” Your verbiage prompts Steve to do just the opposite, his hips stalling completely. You open your eyes to a squint, staring up at your boyfriend with a pout.

“Where are your manners, pretty girl?” He asks, looking composed even though his dick was stuffed in you. “We don’t wanna give our guest here,” he cocks his head in Eddie’s direction, “the wrong impression, do we?”

You huff out a sigh, but shake your head anyway. “No.”

Steve smiles even though he can see how much turmoil is occurring behind your eyes. “Now what do we say?”

There’s so much you could say here. But you settle on, “I’m sorry.”

Steve looks satisfied. “Now if you ask me again nicely maybe I’ll let our friend have a go too.”

You finally give Eddie a full look and what you see makes your chest constrict a bit. He’s sitting in the chair you never really cared for until now, his legs spread to reveal his cock.

You can’t help but stare at the way the head is flushed a pretty pink, leaking with glistening precum, and looking heavy enough to sit comfortably along your tongue. Heavy enough to sit within your walls.

Turning back to Steve, you give your prettiest doe eyes.

“Can you do that again? Please?”

#kinda love this idk #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #eddiesworld!#harringtonsworld!

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here’s another eddie blurb that i might not finish but this one i really really like

Eddie Munson wouldn’t call you a hypocrite. But you were definitely something.

Day by day, you proclaimed your so-called “hatred” for the Hellfire Club leader. Yet day by day, you would contradict that statement.

You hated him but you scowled at anyone who gave Eddie a bad look. You hated him but you always rushed to partner up with him for assignments. You hated him but you repeatedly got into verbal arguments with anyone who called Eddie a ‘freak’, no matter how many times he would tell you that they were technically correct.

You hated him but you were always so eager to be in his grasp, naked as the day you were born with his name on your tongue.

He always marveled at how persistent you were with contradicting yourself, reminding you of your “hatred” every time you would come to him.

Just as he does now, with you sauntering into the Hellfire club room with what Eddie assumes is a small smile on your lips.

“Here to tell me how much you hate me?” His voice is loud and teasing, yet he doesn’t look up from the table when he speaks to you. He’s setting up for the end of the campaign tonight, putting everything into place and double checking it before he even spares you a glance.

When he does, his ego deflates a bit.

You’re standing with a hip cocked, arms crossed over your chest as you glare at him, something that most definitely is not a smile on your lips. With the room being mostly dark, it takes him a second to see your shirt completely, and he has to squint and dramatically rub at his eyes before he can truly see it.

“Oh, I see.” He says, sitting back into what he called his throne.

“I hate you so much.” You say, uncrossing your arms as you take a few steps closer to Eddie. With your arms by your side, he can completely see the green and yellow jersey with the number 8 on it. “You couldn’t fucking reschedule?”

That’s what you were here about. Maybe, this time you truly did hate Eddie.

“Baby, listen,” He starts, intertwining his fingers and resting his elbows on the wooden arm rests.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me.” You take another step closer, successfully infiltrating Eddie’s personal bubble. In here, it’s ten times warmer and you have to clench your fists to avoid reaching out to him. That’s not why you were here. You were here to chew him out for missing your brother’s, his club member’s, championship basketball game.

“Eddie, it’s the championship.”

He says your name, using your tone against you. “It’s the end of my campaign.”

You roll your eyes so hard it hurts.

“Bet that eye roll hurt.” Eddie comments. You hate how right he was.

“Don’t change the subject.” He holds his hands up in faux surrender, and then resumes his previous position. His head is tilted up, ginormous brown eyes staring at you attentively. In this light, you finally notice that his hair is pulled back into a low bun, loose strands framing his face, his signature bangs sitting nicer than usual at the front.

You swallow, losing your train of thought. Before you can recover, Eddie calls you out on it.

“Are you gonna tear me a new one or are you gonna sit and stare?” He cocks an eyebrow and you scoff, tearing your eyes away to look at the darkened classroom instead, attempting to silence any and all horny thoughts that suddenly flood your mind.

Finally, you’re able to rebuild that fire of anger. “You know how important this game is to him.”

“And you know how important this game,” he gestures to the set up in front of him, “is to me.”

“But Eddie,”

He echoes you, saying your name in the same way that you said his, yet with an added amount of flair and whine to it.

You ignore it.

“A fucking campaign you can reschedule. A championship basketball game you cannot.”

“Sure you can.” He shrugs. “Sports games get rescheduled all the time.” And he’s sort of right, but you won’t let him think that.

“Yeah for incremental weather. And that’s usually track or football. The ones that take place outside.”

“My point still stands.”

You groan, clutching the sides of your head and turning your back to Eddie to calm down. He was being purposefully difficult, for Lucas and for you. Taking deep breaths, you check your watch. There was still plenty of time for Eddie to call Hellfire off for the night, and you all could go over to Lucas’ game and support him instead.

You go to turn around and tell Eddie just that, but then you jump out of your skin when hands clutch your waist.

“Fuck!” You curse, attempting to spin around. But Eddie traps you before you could do just that, his chest pushing up against your back and his head resting on your shoulder.

“Look, sweetheart,” He emphasizes the pet name, making the term sound condescending from his tongue. “You and I both know that I will not reschedule. You knew that before you came in here trying to convince me to. So how about we do what you really came here for.”

And your anger doubles, boiling deep within you. Because how could he be so right every single time.

A lie easily forms. “That’s not––” But Eddie is already interrupting.

“Let’s not lie, sweetheart. It won’t work.” One of his hands rests against your belly, against the jersey that your brother wore for away games. You know that physically, his hand isn’t hot, but it still feels searing, burning through the fabric and into your skin.

His other hand creeps around and grabs your chin, turning your head to face him. His head is off of your shoulder now and he stands to your full height, tall enough to make you have to tilt your head up to look at him.

Eddie’s staring down at you, a smirk on his lips and a glint in his eye. As soon as you look into those fucking massive brown orbs, your heart skips a beat (literally, you should maybe get that checked out) and almost as if it hadn’t missed a beat at all, it thuds harshly behind your chest.

“I hate you.” You grit out, almost snarling as you over pronounce the syllables, making sure that the message gets across.

“Uh-huh.” Eddie mumbles halfheartedly, smirk stretching into a smile as he dips his head and captures your lips with his.

Kissing Eddie is probably why you can’t hate him as much as you claim to. He seems to know exactly what to do, exactly how to kiss you to get your head spinning on your shoulders. Lips surprisingly soft against yours, moving in an almost perfect union despite the slightly awkward angle.

You know that by kissing him, you were surrendering. Once again showing just how much you “hated” Eddie.

Your body relaxes into his, sinking against his chest. Your hand comes to rest on his above your shirt, and your other slinks around to sink into the fabric of his black jeans.

Eddie doesn’t kiss you for long, and you sigh, disappointed, when he peels his lips away from yours.

“We doing this, or what?” He asks between little pecks to your neck.

“Yeah. But I’m still pissed.”

“Sure you are, sweetheart.” And then he’s spinning you by your hips, both of your hands coming to rest at his shoulders. He’s grinning down at you, and you keep your mouth situated firmly in a straight line.

No matter how easy it was for you to fall for Eddie Munson’s charm, you were still upset about his selfishness.

But that can wait as you push your lips against his once more.

#eddiesworld!#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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