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𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

tags: 18+ very graphic smut, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, dom!eddie, bratty!reader, squirting, anal play, angry jealous sex, garage sex, throatfucking, angst, aftercare, fluffy ending

summary: following the events of good boy, eddie finds himself conflicted about your relationship. when he catches a case of the jealousy bug, eddie just has to show you how much you actually mean to him.

note: thank you for the love on good boy! this can be read as a oneshot, but i do highly recommend reading its predecessor here!

Eddie is on cloud fucking nine. He can’t get enough of you. Not really. Five out of his seven days are spent in the fantasyland that is the suburban neighborhood of Hawkins, the remaining two saved for warm nights downtown together — wind in your hair as you’d lean out the window of the van that has become a near-second home, tired eyes shut in bliss, Eddie’s hand on your thigh or, occasionally, your smaller hand on his.

Kisses at the red-light. Kisses at a stop sign. Kisses when Eddie has to pull over to the side of the highway after you’d arch a brow and let the words “road head?” spill from your mischievous, grinning lips. 

You insatiable girl, he’d growl out.

To which, you’d reply: My good boy.

There’s something different in your friendship — or, relationship? He doesn’t know what this is, but he knows that it’s real. And maybe that’s what confuses him the most, that this arrangement lives outside of those stark white-picket fences, more than just hot afternoons on the yard or late evenings inside the back of the van. Still just as perfect as the day he looked at you, really looked at you.

Mine?

He can’t call you that. But he can call you a plethora of things. Sweetheart. Laid out on the hood of your car or back arching against crumpled blankets, knees tucked to your hickey-tattered breasts as Eddie sinks his cock into your puffy cunt after three already tantalizing rounds, he’ll call you sweetheart then. Baby. Your mouth bobbing up and down his shaft, tears blurring your vision as Eddie shoves your stubborn head further, the light curls of his happy trail tickling your nose as you spend minutes of torturous pleasure gagging wetly around his base and balls till you can’t breathe, he’ll whimper out a desperate baby then. 

Honey. Babe. Slut. Minx. Doll. Angel.

Eddie can call you many things, but he cannot call you his. Just as you cannot call him yours, as much as he dreams of you doing so. As much as he’d let you. You wouldn’t even need to ask.

But maybe there’s hope for him. After all, you couldn’t possibly just be fucking him just to fuck him, right? 

Or perhaps, is he that stupid for thinking he actually stands a legitimate chance with the girl next door? In an arrangement that consisted more than fucking, than meeting at night, than sneaking out behind your parents’ back because he’s a bad rap?

The perfect poster girl of Hawkins who deserves dates at Enzo’s rather than quick stops at twenty-four hour diners, who deserves more than rusty vans and makeshift beds in the backseat, who deserves more than stick-and-poke tattoos and drugstore cologne. The girl next door who deserves more than a metalhead who works at a record store and lives in a goddamn trailer park.

Eddie is eternally fucked.

He is also even more eternally fucked because he knows there’s a large part of him that can’t even fathom the idea of you with another guy. Another boy who’d spent five out of his seven days with you in the suburbs. Another boy who’d act like he knew your body as well as Eddie did — and Eddie knows your body, knows how much pressure you need on your clit to cum, knows what kind of kisses makes you desperately press your tits against his chest, knows how to angle your leg just above your head so he can hit that favorite gushy spot, knows how to calm you down with snacks and beer after just one orgasm or three. 

He can feel the last weeks of summer dwindling down. 

Yet, the sun is still attuned to a blinding wash of golden, the birds loud, grass still greener on this side of Hawkins. 

And you still take Eddie’s breath away everytime you walk down that front porch. Denim shorts, a studded belt that’s actually become yours more than his, a black Corroded Coffin tank and that damned pair of red Chucks… but yeah, you’re totally not his girlfriend. 

So why is he seething at the visual of you bent over the hood of your car, sudsy sponge in hand as you scrub at your new Corvette while Steve fucking Harrington hovers around you like an irritating fly around forbidden fruit? 

Except, is it forbidden if he knows exactly how it tastes?

Fuck. Eddie’s fist clenches around the steering wheel of his van, knuckles turning alabaster as you make — what he assumes — a variation of your witty one-liners that causes Steve to throw his head back in a booming laugh, so loud that it echoes through the bustling streets of young children riding their bikes and playing hopscotch.

You’re funny. But not that funny.

Eddie knows you’re allowed to have friends. He knows that. He also knows that Steve Harrington isn’t a threat. They’re buddies for Ozzy’s sake, but could you even blame him? 

Harrington, who was the star of the highschool basketball team. Harrington, who lives two blocks down in a fancy two-story house with a fucking pool. Harrington, who’s popular with all the ladies and has charisma like a true gentleman. Harrington, who is the definition of Hawkins’ beloved boy next door. 

And what a perfect pair you two could be if Eddie just removed himself from the equation. 

“Boo!” 

You slam your palm against the van’s windshield, chuckling heartily with crossed arms as Eddie jumps at the sudden disturbance. There’s a youthful crinkle by your eyes, lashes fluttering wildly against your cheeks as the dark-haired brunette scoffs at you and cranks the window down with a flexing jaw. “The hell, Y/N…”

You giggle at the slight twinge of irritation in Eddie’s tone of voice, wringing your fingers together against your stomach as you playfully narrow your eyes at him accusingly. “Were you spying on us, Munson?” A gasp falls from your rose-tinted lips. “And here I was thinking we finally got over that phase.”

Bashfully, he massages the nape of his neck. “Well, when you’re bending over the hood like that…”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” You fire back immediately, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you regard him affectionately with a knowing smirk. “Am I under… arrest for just trying to clean my oh-so-dirty car?” Your face scrunches into a theatrical worry, “Damnit, will I be serving time, mister?”

Maybe you are that funny. 

“You really wanna hear the damage?” Eddie winces, slowly reaching over and tucking a wisp of hair behind your ear, bright dopey irises following the movement of your pursed lips. “Tsk, it’s not looking good for you, ma’am. Five years on one count of bribery. Another five on one count of indecent exposure. Under the state of sex and drugs, I hereby must declare you guilty of all two counts, miss Y/N. Behind bars you go!”

You bite your tongue, the muscle poking from between your front teeth as you prop your forearm up on the window and rest your chin on it. He could absolutely kiss you right now. Kiss you in front of Harrington. Kiss you in front of the whole damn town and make his worries all go away. Kiss you until the entire universe knows you’re his.

“You won’t even let me make a statement?” You whisper airily, voice rasping through your permanent fixture of a giddy smile as you hold Eddie’s gaze, tiptoeing so that your level with his eyes. 

“Another three for coercion, woman.”

“So it’s working, then?” You quirk your head at him curiously, lips twitching with excitement. “And since when were you… so in tune with the law, Eds?”

He brushes a relaxed knuckle over your cheek. “Never said I was, sweetheart. Just on the watch for dangerous girls like you, yeah? Total heartbreakers.”

That shuts you up. 

Eddie’s heart blossoms at your falter, the slight part in your lips as a shaky sigh leaves you and fills the intimate air. It’s warranted — given that you’ve been nonstop fuck buddies for the past couple months already. There hasn’t been a day where he hasn't touched you in some heated, loving manner. Although, maybe you’re confusing loving with sensual. Who knows?

You step back, recovering from your flustered speechlessness before you’re making a beeline for your car. “You gonna come out and say hi, Metallica? Or are you just gonna keep watchin’ from there?”

And to Eddie’s dismay, Steve is still propped against the side of your Corvette, honey eyes squinting past the sunlight as he watches the metalhead finally take reluctant steps to your driveway.

“Hey, man! What’s up?” He wants to play friendly? Oh, he’ll play friendly then. Steve claps a gentle hand against Eddie’s shoulder, grinning widely. “You taking Dustin to the arcade today, or am I?”

“Nah, nah. I just…” Eddie clears his throat awkwardly, stuffing his clammy palms into his back pockets with one eye shut. “… was in the area. Wanted to, uh, you know… just drop off some records for Y/N. Huge sale at the store today.”

“Yeah? Shit, might stop by.”

“Oh, yeah. Totally.”

Totally not.

The conversation doesn’t get much better from there. In fact, Steve nearly ignores him for the rest of the time being as the yellow-shirt fiend follows you around your car like a dumb, lost puppy. Eyes drifting over the sweaty back of your neck as you reach over the hood, tongue darting out to lick his lips as you mindlessly wipe at the soap on your arms or your legs while chatting him up.

Eddie knows desire and he sees it clear as the goddamn day on Harrington’s stupid face. He knows his friend means no harm, that this — whatever this is — is far from a competition, just two guys with a similar admiration for a pretty, smart-mouthed girl.

Fuck off, man. Anyone but her.

Eventually, Steve leaves. Something about Robin still not having her license and needing a ride to this girl’s house. But his stay lingers for more than it should and god, is it painful to watch. A quick, cheeky hug, arms encircling your waist. A blushing cheek nuzzling the top of your head. A giggly whisper to your ear that makes you laugh hard into his neck. A soft exchange of ‘I’ll see you soon.’ and ‘Call me, Y/N.’

You pull the garage door down behind you.

And somehow, you’re still able to turn to Eddie and look at him as if that whole interaction wasn’t a total slap in the face. Hands on your hips as you approach him, sponge discarded on the roof of the car, dimples tugging at your cheeks as you lean beside him — almost nostalgic as the first day you spoke — and cross your ankles out in front of you with a questioning tilt of your head.

“You’re quiet.” Your elbow nudges him. “That’s a first.”

He scoffs exasperatedly under his breath, fiddling with the chain across his belt loops with a self-wallowing shrug. “Mm, well, there wasn’t much room for me to talk back there.”

You watch him, smile fading awkwardly as you pick at your nails. “Okaaay, um…” 

“I had no idea that you and Steve were even close. Let alone… talked to each other. I mean, should’ve… should’ve expected it given you two live in this fairytale bubble together.” He laughs, dry and far from genuine.

There’s a heavy, uncomfortable tension that hangs in the air. Wafting between the two of you. Filling the empty gap between your anxious bodies. It irks you. His tone, the dull edge of it. The screech of nails against chalkboard.

You itch at the bridge of your nose, glancing away when Eddie turns to look at you. “We’re just friends. Always have been.”

Always have been. He should have known. Always have been — even when you were fucking, even when he took you to those diners and searched for you backstage at his tiny gigs, even when he taught you how to drive in his janky van, even when he made all those mixtapes for you. 

All of that just to get an always have been, while Eddie himself remains a never will be.

“Fuck…” He chuckles venomously, wiping his hands on his thighs as he storms off towards the garage, while you follow hot behind his aggravated trail. “Okay, Y/N.”

Why did he ever get his hopes up?

“Is there — hey, what is your goddamn problem, Eddie?” You pull at his shoulder, scowling as he pries himself away from your touch like you’ve burned him. It baffles you, eyebrows falling in a blunt unfathomable line as Eddie sends you a look that can only mean: don’t. Don’t what? Don’t care? Don’t talk to me? Don’t speak? “What’s gotten into you? We were fine earlier, no?”

“I dunno, you tell me.”

“I-Is this about Harrington? Eddie, I don’t even know why you’re upset… listen, me and Steve are literally just friends, I told you before and I’m telling you again.” A dry laugh slips out of you, “There’s just — we share a lot in common, okay? He lives, like, just down the road, we were in sixth grade together, our parents get along, he — get this — he likes The Cure, and it’s just… we just work. Friends, end of story.”

“And us?” 

“Us.” You repeat. Borderline incredulous. Perplexed. “I’m so confused right now. Hold on—“

“What does all… that make us?” Eddie turns quickly on his heels, closing the gap between the two of you as he gestures passionately with raised brows, lips tugging into a poisonous laugh. “Because it sounds like we’re just having fun and wasting each other’s time, Y/N.”

You gape at him, widening your eyes and tilting your chin up in defiance. “Isn’t that exactly what we’re fucking doing?” You snarl, canines on display as you poke at his sternum. He inhales deeply, watching the ferocity in your gaze heighten. “I don’t know if you’ve ever realized, but I am not your girlfriend, not some fantasy that—“

“Don’t.” He interrupted with a growling snap, your ego rising progressively with the determination to defend yourself.

“You can use to escape…”

“Really? Christ, really? What, like you haven’t been playing pretend with me either? When you have this — this perfect life with a perfect car and your perfect prince charming and your perfect neighborhood.” Eddie drawls mockingly, stretching the dramatics of his voice for emphasis. You hold each other’s stare, eyes coated with a film of indignation. “What’s the perfect girl next door wanna do with me anyways…”

Your face falls, breath hitching in your throat as you feel your chest tighten immensely. “You’re being mean, Eds.”

“Open your eyes, Y/N!” He retaliates with a menacing step forward, head tipping to watch the flicker of emotions across your daunting features. “You basically said it yourself. That Steve has everything that I-I don’t and if that’s what you want…”

“Is that what you really think of me?” 

Oh.

Oh.

He’s hurt you.

In an effort to spew out all of his own doubts, his feelings, his insecurities, Eddie wounded you. Had he not realized the weight of his words? The loaded gun he had been waving around all this time, letting himself snap only for you to get caught in the crossfire of his (valid) fears? He’s fucked up. Royally. And judging by the quiver in your bottom lip, the welling tears of frustration in your eyes, the bitter frown that’s taken over your once sweet-smile, he’s struck a bad nerve. 

A harsh blizzard in the summertime. A rainy day while the sun shines. A thunderstorm amongst a blue sky. Beauty in the madness.

Even when you’re angry, you devastate him.

“Sweetheart…”

You keep him at arm’s length. Guarded. Distant. The walls he had been so eager to break at the beginning of summer had rebuilt themselves right in front of him without difficulty as you looked away, pained. “Don’t sweetheart me.”

“I got… listen, I got carried away back there and I just…” 

“Fuck you, Eddie.”

All clarity has left his head. He’s too far gone into this, too deep into the grave he dug for himself, six feet under and somehow he still keeps digging and digging. 

What’s a little more salt to an already open wound?

Eddie stalks over towards you with a chilling swiftness, invading your personal space and trapping you against the hood of your car. “Fuck me, huh? Yeah, cause that’s what you do best, Y/N.” He repeats sarcastically, the words dripping from his quirked lips and seeping into the warmth of your skin. 

His voice holds a rasp to it, one that makes your body react in ways that are neither appropriate or helpful. Get a goddamn grip.

“Yeah? Sorry, am…” You challenge, feeling Eddie’s body drive into yours. Can’t get distracted. Can’t. It’s wrong, especially when your argument is — oh, he’s hard. His erection throbs against your thigh, stiff denim pressing against naked skin. “… am I the one who’s too pussy to put a label on whatever the hell this is?”

“I’m the pussy?” He pushes. You push back. “Says the spoiled little princess who has to sneak out at night because she’s scared mommy and daddy are gonna find out she’s been messing around with someone other than prince charming.” He bites out cruelly. “Who’s the pussy now?”

No backing out this time.

“And yet, you seem to have a lotta trouble staying away from a tight, wet cunt and a girl who’ll suck you off.”

“Oh, fuck off, Y/N.” The heavy aggression makes the hairs on your arms prickle, the inherent awareness that Eddie has you trapped, nowhere to escape this poisonous confrontation, makes you squeeze your thighs together. 

He exhales raggedly, recovering from the large blow that you just threw at him. 

“Did I stutter?” 

He blinks at you. “You’re a real sweetheart, you know that?” You almost growl, a cruel laugh slipping past your lips in an effort to say — don’t even try me, but Eddie’s turning you around forcefully and bending you at the waist with a hand between your shoulder blades, the other hovering over your ass before you can even say anything. “A tight cunt, huh? Is that what you wanna be? Just a tight, wet cunt for me to use whenever I fucking want because I’m — what was it again? — too pussy to put a label on this?”

“Munson, don’t you fucking—“ You glare at him over your shoulder, gasping as he tugs your shorts down and warms his palm over your outer thigh, leisurely bringing it over a soft ass cheek before a loud, erotic slap fills the garage. 

The surprised moan that leaves your body betrays you.

The fucking audacity of him to spank you? After all of that? After everything you just spewed at each other?

Eddie fucking laughs in your ear, studying the way you take your fleshy bottom lip between your teeth and a wave of embarrassment floods your face. “I bet you’re soaked right now. Bet you’re getting off on how upset I am with you, sweetheart. That’s kinda fucked up, don’t you think?” His knee nudges itself between your thighs, the cool edge of the car digging into your stomach while a familiar needy heat fills your cunt. “Yeah, I fucking know you.”

He knows you. 

You stand your ground, holding your nose up high even as he sensually traces the lacy trim of your panties with haunting fingertips. “M’not your s-sweetheart. Or your princess, you know.”

He hums, nodding his head slowly as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “Oh, you’re not? M’not my little slut either then, huh?” He strikes you again, your bruised hips jerking forward against the hood with a subdued whimper, palms splaying out helplessly on the metal beneath you as you thrash in his grasp. Your ass stings with every strike to your cheeks, reddened and sore with the force of his wide open palm. “Insatiable fuckin’ girl, how much more can you take? How much more till you realize how much I… fuck…”

Till you realize what?

A gasp rips right out of your throat when he roughly pulls your panties down the swell of your ass. His hands come to spread your thighs to reveal the slick between your folds, a testament to your hidden arousal as another slap comes down to your puffy lips, leaving his palm wet and shiny. 

You muffle your merciful whining with a groan, knowing full well that you shouldn’t be enjoying this, this stupid fucking foreplay, this stupid masculine show of dominance, being turned on shouldn’t have even crossed your mind in the first place.

Men.

You jeer at him over your shoulder, teeth baring like an animal when he grabs onto a fistful of your hair, arching your back up from the car as he mocks your own gasps against your ear. “Very mature of you.“

“I’m not the one who’s practically dripping on my thigh right now, babe.”

“Yeah? Well, your cock seems pretty happy to see it.”

Eddie shoves you back down onto the hood, releasing his suffocating hold on your hair with a disgruntled hum. You push your ass back against his erection, feeling him grip your waist harshly for leverage. 

You must be purple all over, darkest at where he bruises you. Not that you’d complain. He’s done worse. 

“Fuck, s-stop that, Y/N.”

“Taste of your own medicine.”

“Stop it.”

“You literally spanked me.” You bite out while he takes a painful hold of your wrists, twisting you to face him despite your struggling efforts. He’s seething, messy bangs cascading in front of his face as he looks down at you through long lashes, jaw clenched visibly. “You spanked me, Eddie.”

Yet god, does he look good.

But, no. You’re furious. You’re bubbling with absolute distaste for the boy in front of you. So angry, that you can’t help but scowl as your own hands fly out towards his heavy buckle, chains jingling against his thigh as your dexterous fingers undo his belt. 

His nose nudges desperately against yours, panting against your parted wet lips as you roughly press your forehead to his with a pained expression. “How is it you can be a total asshole but I still…” You speak through gritted teeth, cut off by a guttural groan from Eddie when you reach into his boxers and take his velvety, stiffening cock into your hand. “… still want to fuck the shit out of you?” 

“Y-Yeah?” He cups your cheek, firmly dragging his thumb down your bottom lip and watching it bounce back into its natural place. “Fuck, too stubborn to even say you want me.” He dips his finger between your lips, studying the way your cheeks hollow out instantly to suck the digit, your warm tongue coating it in thick, stringy saliva with a muffled moan.

There, you see a piece of the kind metalhead you met that one summer day.

You nip at his thumb, smiling when he hisses at the sensation and pulls away. “I’m already getting on my goddamn knees, Munson. Just shut the fuck up and let me do what I want.”

“Always doing what she wants… typical.”

“This is the part where you say...” You sink to the concrete, looking up at him with narrowed eyes as you tug his pants all the way down. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for being a fuckin’ dick who doesn’t know the first thing about communication.” You shove his boxers down to his ankles, nipping at his thighs before you’re running your wet lips across the side of his shaft with a whiny, teasing drawl. “I’m so sorry for getting absolutely mad at you for no goddamn reason. I’m sorry for calling you a spoiled brat. I’m sorry for putting you up on a stupid fucking pedestal. I’m sorry for assuming that you and Steve can’t be more than—“

“Okay, you’re done here, sweetheart.” Eddie grips the base of your head, ruthlessly pulling your mouth down onto his cock with a throaty grunt. You gag from the sudden sensation, eyes welling up immediately as he wriggles himself snug between your lips. “C-Christ, you’re perfect like this. Mmm, fuck. Fuckkkk. Gonna fuck your face till you cry, how does — shit, how does that sound?”

And you can’t even reply. Can’t even refuse his offer (not that you wanted to anyways). Can’t even have the last word because your mouth is full of his throbbing cock, your nose buried in the heady scent of his happy trail, his heavy balls squished against your chin as you try to even out your breathing. 

But, fuck, he’s big. And you’re panicking. You’d know he’d never hurt you, not even if he’s angry. It’s just… he’s so thick. And well, a mouth can only take so much, right?

Your hand darts out to catch yourself against your car as Eddie thrusts himself forward, the sloppy tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he holds your face in place — one hand cupping the underside of your chin and the other just above your forehead. “Shit, Y/N… yeah, can’t fuckin’ yap your ass off now, can you? Pretty girl with a big, talkative mouth… can’t even take my cock.”

Now, that flips a switch in you.

You grip the backs of his thighs, drawing him closer to you until a pathetic hmpf! leaves your mouth. Eddie’s just as surprised, fingers tangling themselves harshly in your hair as you bob your throat up and down. There’s spit bubbling from the corners of your lips, pre-cum dribbling down your jaw as Eddie grips onto the edge of the hood for dear life, his chin dropping to his chest in awe. You make the effort to glance up at him, nearly smiling at the visual of his furrowed eyebrows, the choked moans that echo through the garage, the pink flush that crawls up his straining neck.

There’s a good boy.

God, you’re practically dripping onto the floor.

“F-Fuck, you know just how I-I fucking like it, don’t you? Always a messy girl. Always so goddamn insatiable, jus’ takes and takes… even with my cock down your throat, I bet you want more. Fuck, never s-satisfied, are you?”

You pull off of his cock, coughing wetly for air as you jerk him slowly in your hand, tears blurring your dizzy vision. 

“And yet you still don’t believe that I don’t want anyone else’s cock e-except yours, Eds?”

An unspoken translation of saying: I want you. Just you.

His gaze softens, jaw still clenched, but his eyes change. They sparkle with relief, rather than anger — his mouth purses into a resigned, close-lipped smile and before you know it, he’s tugging you back onto your feet, gingerly running his palm across your cheek, inhaling the flowery scent of your hair before you’re drowning in a heated kiss that can only mean ‘nothing matters except how bad I need you right now.’

His fingers card through your scalp, your ear resting between his forefinger and middle as you grind against each other, pumping him in your grasp as he switches between tongue and teeth and his lips and fuck—

“You’re so pretty. S-So beautiful, it makes me so fuckin’ angry.” Eddie rasps, biting down the column of your throat as he holds your face tenderly. “I don’t want anyone else but you. Just y-you. Even if you piss me the hell off.”

You chuckle in amusement, your laugh quickly transitioning into a high-pitched yelp as he suddenly picks you up and places you on the cold hood of the car, spreading your thighs apart with a warning slap to either one. 

“Aw, you love me, Munson. It’s hot when you go all alpha.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Make me.”

Forcibly, he pulls your hips to the edge, dribbling a thick white glob of spit onto your messy cunt before he spreads you open with the calloused pads of his fingers. You lean back on your forearms, jaw unhinging as Eddie cooes at the embarrassing string of arousal leaking from your needy pussy all the way to your puckering asshole. 

His touch is hot and heavy, marking your trembling frame with another purpling bruise as he hooks an arm under your knee and presses a kiss to your leg. “You’re damn gorgeous like this.”

“Touch it already.”

He tsks. “Insatiable.”

“I’m getting bored.”

“This isn’t gonna fucking work.” Eddie snarls under his breath, and you nearly see the frustration beading off of him as he drags you off of the hood, palms and fingers flying all over your body as he forces you onto your feet and bends you over again. You jerk forward as he buries his face between your ass cheeks, his nose nudging at your cunt while he laps at your swollen clit. His fingers keep you spread open, kneading the fat of your thighs before he’s fucking his tongue into you. 

“Ah — you fucking — ah — taste delicious,” He chuckles, “You’re literally such a messy girl. Pussy already leaking with my spit.”

Your mouth falls open, nails scraping against the metal before Eddie slurps at the arousal between your folds. “F-Fuck, Eds… I’m… fuck, your mouth feels so — so good, need m-more…”

“Need more, huh?”

“Mmm.”

“Didn’t know my mouth was the key to getting you to finally shut the fuck up.” He cooes, his dominant tone exuding false pity as you rock back against his face.

“Eddie— fuckkkk…“ Your entire body lurches when his mouth drops to the tight fluttering ring of muscles above your cunt, two fingers scissoring your cunt as he dips his tongue into your ass. “Okay, fuck… that’s — that’s h-hot. E-Eddie, god… I’m… you’re…” You shudder violently, burying your face into your forearms with a pathetic laugh of disbelief, “… that’s gonna make me cum…”

“You see, that’s the fucking goal, dumbass.”

“Call me d-dumbass one more—“

“Dumbass.” You cry out as his hand comes down on the back of your thigh, leaving the skin raw and red. “Yeah, that fucking turns you on. Cum on it. Fuckin’ cum, sweet girl. You like this shit.”

Yeah.

You like it too much. But Eddie doesn’t need to hear that when you’re practicing spasming on his fingers, a warm gush trickling down the heel of his palm as your cunt swallows him all the way to his knuckles. You feel him lean over you, his chest molding to your back as you come undone for him and let out a choked sob of pleasure. He pulls you up by your throat, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you reach up to fist your hands through his hair and draw him nearer. 

“Fuck — Eddie — it’s, fuck… I’m… I’m cumming, s’too g-good, f-fuck...”

He sighs blissfully, “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Ride it out. You got this.” Your moans fill the air in broken, choppy gasps and breaths, Eddie’s free hand massaging your clit as you twitch against him. “So hot when you cum, don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to it.” 

Your lashes flutter wildly as he reaches up to brush your bangs back away from your forehead, tucking them behind either ear as he peers down at you. 

The gesture is so tender, you and Eddie almost forget why you’re mad at each other. 

He’s the first to draw in a breath, shaky and nervous. 

“Hey, you with me?”

“Mm.”

A beat, then a waft of uncertainty fills the air.

“I’m… I’m sorry for, uh, spanking you.” Oh. Not what you were expecting… surprised, you start to snicker in amusement, hiding your face in his neck as he chuckles shyly. “I’m being serious, Y/N. Stop — stop laughing, it’s making me laugh.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Well, I mean… I didn’t, you know, ask you.” Eddie strokes his palm up and down your torso, hand dipping beneath your tank top. “I always ask you, like, if that kinda shit is okay. Consent and stuff.”

He sounds like a child, unsure and guilty. Struggling to find purposeful words, to make sure he’s doing this right.

“Consent and stuff…” You repeat in a smiling whisper, running your hand gently down the side of his face. You turn to face him, slinging your arms across the back of his neck. “Eddie, I liked it. Thought it was obvious.”

“It was obvious. I felt it,” He grins in return. “I just… I don’t ever want you to feel like I’m… making you do shit that you don’t want to. Like ever.”

“Never that, Eds. I feel…” I trust you. I adore you. I’m better with you. I like you. Maybe I love you. It’s only been a couple months and you’ve ruined everyone else for me. “I feel safe with you, always.” You drag your knuckles across his sharp jaw, watching the way his throat bobs when he swallows. “Are we gonna talk about the Steve thing?”

“Definitely not off the hook with that one.”

“You know that totally hurt, right? What… what happened back there?” Eddie sighs, clasping his hand on top of yours, eyelids shutting as he leans into your touch. 

“Overreacted.” You hum in response, giving him a soft nod. “I just… got too into my head about all of it. Like — like seeing you with him felt like a wake-up call. As if I was… god, I don’t know. Back in school all over again, just realizing how I didn’t fit in there, and then with you since you have Harrington who’s all… preppy polos and hairspray, everyone’s fucking favorite, the goddamn equivalent to whatever the hell you are, Y/N.”

You smile sadly, realizing just how deep the extent of his frustrations are coming from. “And what am I, Eds?”

“Perfect.” Eddie whispers, his words hot against your lip like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re perfect. You… I’ve never been this obsessed over a girl before. God, it’s pathetic.” His hands find the back of your neck, and he guides your mouth onto his. “You’re the worst.”

He’s addicted to the heat of your tongue, the way your body so eagerly caves into his as he backs you up against the hood once more. 

“Crazy you t-think I’d ever flirt with Harrington.” His cock hardens against the inside of your sticky thigh, the tip of him catching on the swell of your clit as he topples over you and hungrily runs his teeth along your neck. “When clearly, I have my eyes set on a whole different guy.”

“Yeah?” Eddie’s hands squeeze your ass harshly, gripping you impossibly closer. “What about him?”

“S’kinda the jealous type…” You gasp as he guides your fingers around his cock, pumping him once, twice, three times before he’s lining himself up with your soaked entrance. “Fuck — but it’s hot when he is… makes me wanna get him all riled up…”

“Sounds awfully familiar, sweetheart.”

“Great smile, a pretty laugh… ugh, fuck…” Your forehead falls against Eddie’s shoulder as eases himself between your folds, filling you up with his shaft until the bush of dark curls at the very base of him brushes against your clit. “A-Amazing tattoos… even better hair…”

“Better than Harrington?”

You snort, nails digging into his bicep. “Nine-hundred and ninety-nine percent better.” 

A moan falls from his lips when you shift against him, cunt clenching around his prick helplessly as he stills inside and lifts your head off of him. “Couldn’t have j-just made it a thousand, hm?”

“S’cause you stink, Eds.” He carefully draws his hips back, only to thrust inside you hard and slow as lighthearted laughter rings through the air. “F-Fuck, there had to be… had to be something wrong with you, or else you’d be too…” You hiss as his thumb finds your clit, circling over the sensitive bundle of nerves before he’s hooking his other hand under your knee. “Oh, my god… don’t stop.”

“Words.” He whispers against your lips, eyebrows raising for emphasis. “C’mon, babe. Talk to me.”

A sob nearly rasps out of you when you feel his cock deep in your belly, every stroke deeper and wetter than the last. “Or else you’d be too g-good to be true. Shit, just like that. Fuck, I only want you. Fuck. Eddie—“ 

You cry against the incursion of his tongue — a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Riddled with frustration, with pleasure, with anger, without caution or grace, with words neither of you can really say.

“Taking m-me so well, Y/N. That’s it. You like this?” He gasps between each slam of his hips, locking you in place with a bruising hold. “You like me fucking you on this car, yeah? You insatiable girl.”

Fuck, it’s good. It’s erotic, the glistening slick of your cum sticking to the curled hair around his shaft, the shine of your thighs as you squirt around him, his teeth digging into your shoulder as his cock wedges your stubborn cunt open and spread, gaping for him as you angle your ass up to meet each sloppy, harsh stroke he gives you.

Filthy slut, stretched you open, didn’t I?

Pretty girl, you’re doing so good for me.

Your mind gets lost in his endless swirl of degradation and praise, deliciously reeling in his back and forth of calling you a whore and then calling you an angel not even a minute later as he drives into your cunt.

“Fuck. Fuck, Eds.” 

“If it’s too much, I can — god, we can stop, Y/N.” He drops his head, shoulders shaking as he tries to go easy. “Jus’ say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll stop. Fuck, whatever you want.”

“No. Keep going. Please. Please. Please.” You don’t fucking care. The stretch, the sting of him, it feels almost like the first every time you have sex. “Does it look like I want you to stop?

Eddie snarls and fucks you harder. The thick head of his cock near-bruising your cervix as he punches up into you, your pleas and the sounds of skin slapping against skin ringing through your skull.

The lewd squelch of his shaft driving into your cunt turns him hysterical, and before you know it, he’s hiking you up further onto the hood of the car, grasping the hinges of your knees and forcing them against your bouncing tits.

He’s turned you into nothing but a looping mixtape of fuck-fuck-harder-please-Eddie-Eddie. And fuck, does it overfill the cup of pleasure deep in his belly.

“Baby, I’m…” Your hand reaches for his, desperate and frantic as you interlock fingers and Eddie presses reassuring kisses to each of your knuckles. “I’m gonna…”

“What’s up, hm?” He whispers gently, the sincere concern in his voice tugging at your heartstrings while your ribs rattle with another pleasurable sob. “G-Gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart? Your pussy must need it so bad, yeah? Yeah, I know. Fuck, m’gonna get you there. I’m gonna do so good for you.”

He rears back, before spearing fully into you. Sweat rolls down the side of your forehead, your back arching into Eddie’s sticky chest, his thumb slipping between your wet lips while he works your sore cunt open. 

You can barely speak, torn between a fluttering consciousness and the rising warmth between your thighs that your mouth seems to move faster than your brain. “M-My good boy.”

Eddie lets out a huff. 

Then, smiles as bright as the innocent, summer sun. 

“Fuck yeah, mama. Cum for me. Cum on that shit.” 

Your orgasm hits you before you even realize it’s coming. 

Such a suffocating build-up, that you almost forget that your pleasure is a reward, your belly cramping and spasming as the walls of your cunt squeeze around Eddie’s cock. 

You open your eyes as the high flows through you, and when Eddie meets your fucked-out hazy gaze, a word dangles from the tip of his tongue, burning through his throat and stabbing at his chest as he grits his teeth and restrains every part of him that wants to say: mine. 

The raw claim of it. The power of such a minuscule word that implies something deeper than fucking behind closed doors and spending midnights in parking lots. Bars and motels turn into cafés and a shared apartment. Cuddling in the backs of janky old vans turns into ‘good mornings’ and ‘how’d you sleep?’ in a queen-sized bed. 

Eddie realizes it now, how he’s never had something to call his. To call his own. 

But then you laid out on that lawn one day and…

He’s scared, though. Horrified. You’re free-spirited, you’re open, you’re the rose and the thorns all at once, bright and optimistic and kind. And yet, he can’t risk scaring you away with something so… possessive and certain. 

Instead, Eddie tightens his arms around you and thrusts deeper, slotting his mouth over your lips before he offers you a promise. The only promise that’ll give him some sort of peace, to keep him at bay in case you can’t meet him halfway. 

“I’m yours.” 

The words are muffled against your skin, but either way, you inhale sharply at it. Your hands fumble around Eddie’s neck, cupping him at the nape before you’re pulling him in closer and easing your mouth onto his with furrowed brows and watery eyes.

“And I’m yours.” He chokes on his moans as he strokes into you, your tongue rolling against his as you kiss him hungrily, the warm press of it taking his breath away. “I’ve always been yours.”

Eddie whimpers at that, cumming with his head buried into your shoulder. “M-Mine.”

His last desperate thrusts have you reeling, gasps and sobs being pricked out of you as Eddie fills you with his warmth. His cum slowly seeps out from your cunt when he pulls out almost too quickly for your personal liking, body falling against yours as he places a palm on the hood of the car to steady himself. 

You’re sore. 

Eddie takes a few moments to catch his breath, panting against your chest as you entangle your fingers at the back of his head. “I meant it…”

“What?” He exhales out, a tinge of confusion clear in his tone. 

“Meant that I… I only want you. S’true.” You smile and hold him gently by the chin, picking his head up and off your shoulder. “Jus’ you, Eds.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Eddie chuckles heartily, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before he presses a kiss to your arm. “Hi, by the way.”

“Mmm. Hi, you. You feel okay?”

“Fuck, I’ve never been better honestly. Came so hard and you’re — oh, look how stretched out you are.” He hums, running a thumb up your drenched slit. A shy laugh bubbles out of him, “Should be the one asking you if you’re okay, sweetheart.”

“I’m on cloud nine. I dunno about you.”

“Baby, I’m past the damn clouds. I’m all the way up in the sky with the big man himself.” Eddie dips his digits between your folds, mewling as you jerk your hips against him. He collects the mixture of your juices on the tips of his fingers, raising it up to his lips before he’s sucking on it like his last meal. “Delicious.”

“Perv.” You duck your head, shying away from his kisses before he catches your mouth, sighing against your lips. “Do it again.”

He pauses, brown eyes glistening with adoration.

“Insatiable, I tell you.”

He helps you to your feet, hand outstretched in front of him like a proper gentleman as you wobble onto your legs, pulling your panties and shorts over your ass as Eddie mirrors your movements. He kisses you once more as soon as he’s buttoned his jeans, securing his heavy belt buckle while your teeth knock against each other.

“Eddie…”

“Yeah?”

“My carrrr.” You whine, wringing your arms around his neck as you glance back at the Corvette. “It’s all filthy again. Thanks to you, you know.”

He gasps, placing a hand over his heart while you sneak out from under him and snatch the sponge atop of the car. “Well, call me a dick then.” 

“Dick.” 

And before he can even see it coming, you’re throwing it at him, the sponge landing against his bicep with a loud squelch! that makes you burst into laughter. “Oh! Oh, we’re playing dirty? Okay, fuck you too, then.”

You squeal as he runs at you, soap drenching your clothes as he grabs you by the waist and squeezes the sponge over your front. 

“Eddie!”

Again, Eddie Munson is eternally fucked.

But that’s okay, because not only can he call you a plethora of pretty names, he can also call you the only one that truly matters: mine.

His. 

The perfect poster girl of Hawkins who — okay, sure — one hundred percent deserves dates at Enzo’s rather than quick stops at twenty-four hour diners, who deserves more than rusty vans and makeshift beds in the backseat, who deserves more than stick-and-poke tattoos and drugstore cologne. The girl next door who deserves more than a metalhead who works at a record store and lives in a goddamn trailer park.

Yet, all at once, the perfect poster girl of Hawkins who somehow likes twenty-four hour diners and the greasy food that comes with it. Who likes throwing fries at him from across the table because he still abhors The Cure and still thinks his music taste is superior. 

The girl who prefers his rusty van over a regular car because the smell is comforting, and that it reminds you of a home away from home. Reminds you of your nights downtown and the really early mornings he’d spend reading Lord of the Rings to you in the back, surrounded by blankets and clothes.

The girl who demands that your first tattoo not be done by a professional, but someone with stick-and-pokes and bat tattoos on his arm. Someone who smells like cedar and wood, gasoline and a fresh pack of cigarettes. Steady hand or not, as long as it’s done by him.

The girl next door who loves the metalhead that works at the record store and lives in a cozy trailer park.

So yeah, maybe Eddie is eternally fucked.

But at least you’re by his side through it all.

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Hiya! I’m so sorry if this is a repeat ask—Tumblr didn’t seem to submit when I tried just now oops! not sure whether your requests are open (your fics have been INCREDIBLE lately) or if you’d be into it but! I’d love to see a story where Steve’s finally convinced you to try for a baby and you’ve been trying for a few months. Steve thinks you’re pregnant bc he’s picking up on what he thinks are “signs” (morning sickness, you have to pee constantly, your boobs are suddenly swollen and you’re craving foods you normally hate) but reader’s worried if it’s not true they’ll both be disappointed, and is stubbornly denying all of it, to Steve’s total exasperation.

On the morning when your jeans refuse to button, Steve finally forces you to take a test (of course he secretly bought one weeks ago). Turns out Steve might know your body even better than you do…

Oh thank you for resubmitting it cause I definitely didn’t get it the first time!

But I love this idea. It’s insane, I’ve actually heard of many cases where the husband/boyfriend has been able to tell before the woman that they’re pregnant and it just floors me! There was one guy that was POSITIVE when his wife first found out she was pregnant that they were going to have twins, both girls and he told her that which she just laughed off, but he said he just had a feeling in his gut. What do you know? They ended up having twins. Both girls. It’s WILD to me.

They say there’s woman’s/mother’s intuition but I wonder if there’s father’s intuition too.

Anyways, the gif I immediately thought of was the sassy one where he sits and crosses his legs after telling Dustin to be humble sometimes lol so yes I gotta use that for this. This will be its own fic by the way! (Also, I didn’t know if you wanted smut included in it but since you didn’t specify, I’ll keep it clean and just do the fluff and snarky Steve 😂)

Steve Knows Best

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Nothing really, but pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, throwing up, just in case that’s not your thing

Mornings are usually your least favorite time of day. Honestly, who wants to leave a nice comfy bed to do things?

But lately, mornings have sucked even more for you. You’ve dealt with some bad nausea the last two weeks or so, but nothing terrible. It wasn’t until a few mornings ago that it was bad enough to wrench you from your sleep and to the toilet.

Here you were again, on your knees, not even six a.m. in the morning, stomach heaving. You’re sure you must’ve come down with a bug or something. One of the kids had been sick lately and you’d taken them some food to cheer them up and could’ve caught what they had during your visit.

You didn’t know which was worse, the puking or the constant nausea that seemed to plague you the rest of the day. Even if you got it all out of your system that morning, you spent the rest of the day with bad enough queasiness that you almost wished you would throw up, just so you’d feel better.

Figuring you were done, you flushed the toilet, wiping your mouth before carefully proceeding to brush your teeth. The last thing you needed was to set yourself off again.

By the time you padded back into the bedroom, breath fresh again, you saw Steve laying there, head propped up in his hand, watching the bathroom door and waiting for your return.

“Damnit,” you mumbled, hoping you hadn’t woken your boyfriend, “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough,” he said, pulling you towards him, running your back, “Did you get sick again?”

You rested your head next to his on the pillow, facing him and nodded.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he kissed your head, smoothing stray pieces of hair that had escaped your ponytail, off your forehead, “You don’t feel warm.”

“It could’ve been something I’ve eaten,” you replied, shrugging.

“Going on a week?” he asked, skeptically.

“Maybe I caught what Dustin had,” you answered, “Remember he was sick last week and I visited him with some food and comics?”

“Y/N,” he gave you a knowing look, “He had a cold.”

“Well, germs are germs,” you huffed.

“Baby.”

By his look you were almost sure you knew what he was going to say.

“I still think you could be pregnant.”

And you were right. You sighed, exasperated.

“I’m not pregnant, Steve.”

It’d only been three months since Steve had convinced you to start trying for a baby. You’d kinda just wanted to let things happen as they happen, but Steve wanted to actively try. You weren’t opposed to the idea, especially since it meant sex with him, but the idea still scared you. Not having a baby per se, but actively trying to conceive. You’d seen plenty of couples purposely try, only to be upset month after month when it didn’t happen.

You didn’t want to be disappointed if a test came back negative. You didn’t want Steve to be disappointed, you couldn’t and refused to do that to him. Besides, you’d still been getting your period and that was sign enough that you weren’t pregnant.

“How do you know? You haven’t taken a test.”

“I just had my period, besides I’ve only thrown up three times. I don’t think that constitutes as being pregnant,” you retorted.

“Haven’t you said you’ve been peeing like crazy?”

“So? I’ve been drinking a lot of water. Water makes you pee, Steve,” you said.

You could tell he wasn’t convinced. He pulled you into his arms, your back pressed against his chest as his hands traced lazy patterns of the exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up.

“Do you not want to be pregnant? Is that it?”

You could hear a tinge of hurt in his voice and you frowned, hating yourself for making him think like that.

“It’s not that, I promise, Steve,” you laced your fingers with his, bringing his hand up to your mouth to kiss it, “I just really don’t think I’m pregnant.”

“Then explain your boobs.”

His statement was so random that it caused a bubble of laughter to escape your lips.

“What about them?”

“They’re huge,” he said bluntly.

You looked down, frowning contemplatively. You’d noticed they were a bit tender lately, but didn’t really look any bigger than you were used to.

“Again, probably cause my period. How did you notice anyway?”

You turned to face him, amused and curious for his answer.

“The last time we had sex. I mean it’s kinda hard to ignore such treasure when you’re in certain…positions,” he smirked.

It’d been about two weeks since you two had last been intimate because of you not feeling well lately.

“You’re exaggerating,” you laughed.

“Like I said, you’re pregnant. You just don’t want to admit it.”

You knew better than to argue with him.

“Whatever you say, Steve.”

•

“Dude, is she okay?”

“Do you not feed her or something?”

Steve gave Dustin and Robin both an unamused look at their questions.

Everyone else had plans for the day, but you, Steve and Robin had ventured out to the mall in the next town over. It was the closest mall to Hawkins after the one in town had been demolished years earlier.

You sat in the food court with your boyfriend and Steve, thoroughly enjoying your cheeseburger and fries. You’re not sure why you felt so hungry today, but you’d take that a million times over feeling nauseous, so you took it as a sign that you’d finally kicked the lingering bits of the bug you’d had.

“I can hear you two, you know,” you grumbled, eating a fry, “I was just really hungry for a cheeseburger I guess.”

You spotted pickles set aside on Dustin’s burger tray, tomato on Robin’s.

“Are you guys going to eat your pickles? Or tomatoes?” you asked, motioning to them.

They shook their heads, sliding the tray over yo you where you collected the food, popping them into your mouth happily. You could’ve laughed at the varying looks on their faces at that moment.

Robin looked horrified.

Dustin looked confused.

Steve looked…amused?

“What?” you asked, tired of them gawking at you.

“You hate pickles,” Robin said.

“And tomatoes?” Dustin said, although it came out as a question; his statement was as confused as his expression was.

“Maybe my tastes have changed,” you shrugged, “They just sounded really good right now.”

Steve gave you a knowing look and once again, you shook your head adamantly.

“No,” you said.

The other two looked between you, trying to follow.

“What? What’s this? What’s going on?” Robin asked, motioning between you two, indicating the silent conversation you and Steve were having in shared looks.

“Y/N’s pregnant.”

“What?!” Dustin exclaimed.

“She is?!” Robin yelped.

“I’m gonna be an uncle?” Dustin beamed.

“And I’m gonna be an aunt?” Robin smiled.

“No one’s going to be anything!” you said, trying to calm them down, “At least not at the moment.”

“But Steve just said—”

You cut Dustin off mid-sentence.

“Yes, I know what he just said. But I’m not pregnant. Steve just thinks I am.”

Robin looked at Steve with a raised brow, “Explain, please.”

“She’s having all these signs,” he waved his hands in mid-air as if that would explain it.

“What kind of signs?” Dustin questioned.

“She’s been nauseous and has thrown up several times,” Steve ticked off on one finger.

“Which I told him was just a bug,” you countered, “I must’ve gotten sick from when I visited you when you were sick, Dustin.”

“I had a cold,” he deadpanned.

“Semantics!” you exclaimed.

“She has to pee every five seconds,” Steve ticked off on another finger.

“I drink a lot of water,” you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, that’s a reasonable excuse,” Dustin nodded.

“Her boobs have gotten huge,” Steve added, ticking off a third finger.

“Your boobs do look really nice lately,” Robin nodded.

“Right?” Steve said.

“Okay, this is ridiculous. I’ve told him a million times I’m not pregnant,” you said.

“Then there’s this,” Steve motioned to you and the food in front of you.

“What? That I’m enjoying a burger?”

“Like you haven’t eaten in three years,” Dustin said.

“And eating pickles,” Robin added.

“And tomatoes,” Steve finished.

“You guys are losing it,” you shook your head, “I think I’d know my body better than that.”

“Okay, whatever you say,” Robin said, sharing a look you couldn’t decipher with Steve.

He still had that determined, all knowing look in his eyes. The one that sparked the flint of doubt you were having deep down in your gut. The one truth that you refused to admit.

•

The final straw came one morning, not even a full week after the incident at the food court. It’d been about a full month since the nausea started and though you hadn’t been having symptoms like that in a while, Steve was still adamant.

He didn’t bother you about it, but you knew he was itching to prove you right. You couldn’t help but find yourself wishing he was right, but you just weren’t ready for that disappointment if he was wrong. The fact that your period had shown up last month made you feel like disappointment was a big possibility.

You were getting ready to tag along with Steve and the gang to hang out. You were finishing getting dressed when you hit a snag in your morning routine. Your favorite pair of jeans were feeling a bit more snug than you remembered them being. Granted, you’d been eating a bit more than usual, but it was a little odd.

Of course, Steve walked in the bedroom in the middle of your struggle.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, watching you try your hardest to pull the two sides of your jeans together, to get the button in.

“I can’t get my jeans buttoned,” you groaned.

His brows rose, clearly amused but he walked over, offering to try to button them for you. When that didn’t work, he looked at you.

“Still don’t believe there isn’t a chance you’re pregnant?” Steve asked, crossing his arms, smiling at you.

You sighed, tired of fighting the curiosity, the doubt and the fear. So, you gave in and decided you’d take a test.

“So, should we pick up a test while we’re out today?” you smiled.

“No need. I already got one.”

He dropped his arms, already heading to the bathroom.

“You…what?” you laughed, not sure you’d heard correctly.

He pulled a sack out from the cabinet under the bathroom sink and pulled out a small box which was in fact a pregnancy test.

“How long have you had this?” you asked, amazed he’d thought of getting one already.

“About a month ago,” he smiled sheepishly.

You laughed, shaking your head and kissed his cheek.

“Oh, Steve. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiled, “Now take it.”

He handed you the box.

“Do you want me to stay in here or wait in the bedroom?”

“Go wait in the bedroom. I’d be too nervous to pee with you staring at me.”

He grinned, giving you a kiss, “Fair enough.”

After reading the directions, you took the test and set it on the counter and went to wait with Steve.

“What if you’re wrong?” you asked, wringing your hands with anxiety.

“I’m not,” he answered, sure of himself.

When the time was up, you went to get the test and you couldn’t believe what you saw. You showed Steve and his look of excitement met yours of baffled joy.

“How did you know?!”

He just answered you with a sassy, knowing look and a raise of his eyebrows.

Turned out, Steve did happen to know your body better than you did.

eddie loving sucking dick.

every time steve let’s him suck his dick, eddie’s brain short circuits.

his oral fixation is at its peak; always needing something in his mouth — fingers/fingernails, pens, pencils, marker caps, guitar picks, chewing gum, straws, steve’s dick.

which is why he’s on his knees with hands clasped together in his lap, looking up at steve with a mouth full of cock.

steve is leaning against the wall in his overly grand and glorious living room that sits empty a good portion of the year.

both of steve’s hands are buried in the top of eddie’s hair, gathering most of it on top of his head. he’s practically white-knuckling it, using his hands to guide eddie’s head over his dick.

eddie’s eyes are blown out, pupils swallowing all color around them. his plump lips are stretched thin around steve, slick and shiny with spit and precum. his nose is running profusely, spit dripping down his chin and falling in slow drips onto his neck and chest. his cheeks are flushed red, eyebrows furrowed upwards.

“got the best fucking mouth, Jesus Christ.” steve groans, moving eddie’s head slowly over his dick; loving the feeling of the warm and wet feeling of his mouth.

eddie whines, starting to palm himself through his pants. he loves having things in his mouth, sure — helps him focus and does it mindlessly. but when he’s on the ground being face fucked like a fucking whore by the hottest guy in all of Hawkins, it gets him off quicker than a virgin male having sex for the first time.

eddie tries to move his head faster, wanting to feel steve down his throat; wanting to get his nose crushed into his pubes, feel his balls pressing on his chin and neck. but, steve tugs harshly on eddie’s hair, scolding him for ‘misbehaving’ and eventually pulls him off his dick, making him make eye contact with him. his cock slaps against his closed lips and eddie fucking mewls at the feeling.

“so desperate for it, aren’t you? practically begging for me to fuck your damn throat” steve removes one hand from his hair and grips the base of his cock. he drags the tip of it over his lips and ends up slapping it slightly on his mouth, cheeks, even the tip of his nose.

“mhmm. want it, want it so bad, stevie.” eddie whines, trying to push his head towards the dick mere millimeters from his mouth and away from the strain of steve’s fist in his hair.

steve just snaps. shoves his dick back into eddie’s mouth and pushes, pushes, pushes all the way to the back of his throat, pelvis flush with his mouth and nose.

eddie moans wetly and loudly around steve, fucking his hips up into his palm on his clothed dick. he’s so close to cumming in his pants. he’d normally be embarrassed, insecure of the sheer amount of no self-control around steve, but at this moment in time, he couldn’t care less.

steve starts truly fucking eddie’s mouth and throat — constant wet noises fill the dark, empty room besides the crackling of the fireplace across the room, both of the men’s moans and whines and whimpers and groans sounding blissfully after one another.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum. so fucking good for me, baby. always so good for me — ahh, fuck.” steve’s unhinged. his hips moving fast, his entire bottom half of his torso is covered in spit and sweat and precum and snot and tears. eddie hollows his cheeks even more than he has before, flutters his eyes shut, and does his best to make steve cum before himself.

steve fucks one, two, three more times into his throat and releases the most pornographic moan, his voice cracking at the end, turning into the most sinful whine eddie has ever heard. cum streaks down his throat for what feels like twenty minutes; just coming and coming and coming — like it doesn’t have an end.

just that alone has eddie cumming into his pants like a thirteen year old boy just discovering how to masturbate. his eyes roll back into his head, mouth opening wide, spit escaping out the corners of his mouth, his tongue cradling the underside of steve’s cock.

steve humps his hips into eddie, chasing the feeling of his orgasm; releasing pitiful whines as he does so while eddie comes down from his orgasm.

steve moves both hands to the sides of eddie’s face and strokes his thumbs over his cheeks; wiping away the never ending amount of tear tracks. eddie pulls off of steve teasingly, mouth closing around the head of his dick and giving it a few kitten-licks and kitten-kisses before standing up and crashing both of their lips together.

“god. those old rumors never lie, do they?” steve says after eddie pulls away.

‘go behind the bleachers during lunch, you’ll get the best damn head of your life by eddie “the freak” munson’

eddie just scoffed, rolled his eyes, and slapped steve on the arm. “not my problem i have a severe need to have things in my mouth twenty-four seven.”

steve chuckled. “definitely works out in my favor though.”

Please bestie do me a favour and write the fic where reader gets cucked by Steve please I’m on my knees begging I love your work

smutty stocking stuffers day two - steddie x reader

Pairing | Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), protected anal sex, cuckholding, coming untouched, dacryphilia, dirty talk, mean reader, mean steve, fluff, banter.

Word Count | 2.1k

A/N | for anybody who’s confused, this prompt is based on this post by the ever wonderful @boldlyvoid 🤍

“At this point I honestly think you want to fuck Steve,” You say it to Eddie as a passing comment, really. It doesn’t come out snarky, just factual. You'd seen the way they were together, the lingering glances, how they always had to be touching each other, it was bordering on more-than-friends territory, and you'd be a fool to pretend you'd never noticed it.

Eddie had been non stop, talking about everything he and Steve got up to on their ‘boys trip’ to the city since he got back a few short hours earlier. Eddie’s voice dies in his throat at your words, brows furrowing and a pout overcoming him.

“You want to fuck Steve,” Its a weak response, but it’s all Eddie’s got, and it makes you cackle. He’s flustered, cheeks hot, twiddling his rings in his fingers the way he always does when he’s nervous.

“Maybe I wanna watch Steve fuck you,” You say it as a half joke, so if Eddie freaks out you can back up and say you were only kidding and he’ll somewhat believe you, but you’re looking at Eddie and he’s looking at you, and he’s not shooting you down or running away in disgust.

“You wanna get cucked by Steve Harrington?” Eddie bristles, and you laugh at how stupid it sounds, now that he’s saying it out loud. But a warmth pools in your belly at the thought, a flush takes over your face.

“I dunno, maybe I do.” You challenge, expecting Eddie to back down, but he looks at you all defiantly, crowding into your space, hands engulfing your hips. It’s a weird game of chicken, you think, and Steve is the unwilling pawn.

“Maybe you should call him then.” Eddie’s breath fans in your face and it makes you shiver, the faint smell of cigarettes and minty gum intoxicating. He leans in to kiss you, and you meet him halfway, getting wrapped up in the searing heat of it as he kicks your legs apart, slots one of his own in the space in between, and lets you grind against him until you're gasping and crying his name.

“Look at her, she looks real pretty sat there watching us, huh?” Steve’s attention goes to you, where you’re sat in his chair at the side of the bed, watching them with hooded eyes.

The pretty lacy underwear you put on had been worn at Steve’s request — “It’s only fair I get to see you both looking sweet for me, right?” He’d cooly said it down the phone, and it had you twirling the cord in your fingers with a blush spread across your cheeks. Steve had a sharp tongue, he knew how to fluster you.

He’s talking nonchalantly as if he’s not two fingers deep in Eddie’s ass, spreading him open and getting your boyfriend ready to take his cock. Steve is big, but you knew that anyway, Hawkins was a small town and everybody talked, you’d heard your fair share about Steve Harrington’s penis.

Eddie’s losing composure pretty quickly, fringe matted to his forehead and small little whimpers escaping his lips, noises going right to your cunt. He was always submissive, even for you, but this was something entirely different — watching him being fucked open by Steve’s long fingers with his knees almost up at his chest.

“You think you can handle me nice now, hmm?” Steve grins down at Eddie, and you see him flex his wrist, crooking slightly until Eddie’s gasping for breath, fisting the sheets below him. His hard cock kicks up against his belly, slapping and leaving slick behind on his happy trail.

Eddie nods, throwing an arm over his eyes to shield them as Steve slips his wet fingers out, making hasty work of grabbing for the condom and lube next to him on the bed, tearing the foil with his teeth.

You watch through half lidded eyes in awe, Steve’s as hard as Eddie is and he’s not even been touched. He slides the condom down his length with ease, like he’d done it a hundred times before (and the rest, you bristle quietly). He pops the cap on the lube, slicking himself with it, exhaling a shuddery moan when he deftly wraps his own hand around his cock, the little bit of relief obviously feeling blissful.

“What do you say, babygirl? Think he’s ready for me?” Steve asks without even looking at you, shuffling forward between Eddie’s spread legs, catching the head of his cock on Eddie’s hole and eliciting a hiss in return.

You speak without even thinking, like your mouth can’t catch up with your brain, “I think so, Stevie. Give him what he’s been begging for, I know he can take it.”

Steve grabs at Eddie’s arm with his free hand, tearing it away from his eyes, forcing his head to the side, making Eddie look at you when you’re talking to him. There’s a glint in Eddie’s eyes as they lock with yours, he’s clearly enjoying this as much as both you and Steve are.

You watch with mouth agape as the head of Steve’s cock catches on Eddie’s hole, and he sinks into him with minimal effort. Eddie gasps and moans, his tummy muscles tensing up as Steve stretches him out, cock dragging along every little part of his walls.

“See why girls love it so much?” Steve grunts, just sitting there, bottomed out in Eddie’s ass and watching him curiously, “Feels good, right? The full feeling?”

“Yeah, shit, feels really good,” Eddie’s voice is choked, gravelly and it’s sending you reeling. They’re so much hotter together than you imagined, all tangled up together and panting like dogs in heat. Your tummy coils up with need, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you.

They both share a silent look between each other before Steve pulls out, shoving back in as quick as he left, testing the waters. Eddie’s back arches up off the bed, into Steve’s chest and the larger man uses it to his advantage, hooking an arm under Eddie’s back and setting a brutal pace.

It’s dirty, watching them fucking like animals. Steve’s fast, hard, the snap of his hips deafening in the otherwise silent room, just their moaning and heaving breaths breaking it up. Your pussy aches, your nipples are hard, unable to rip your eyes off of them.

Eddie’s face is screwed up in bliss, plump pink lips agape as he moans, his cock left untouched and desperate between them. Steve smiles down at him, and Eddie barks out a little chuckle in return, their demeanour losing credibility for just a moment. They’re probably thinking this is insane, they’d probably be right too.

The pool of precum in the dip of Eddie's belly makes your cunt clench, it's like nothing you'd ever seen before, watching him become a whimpering, messy, begging little thing like this. It does something to your insides that you never expected, clouds your brain, consumes you.

"You really gotta peg him some time, babygirl," Steve groans, unable to tear his eyes away from where his cock is sinking in and out of Eddie's needy, puffy hole, "He fucking loves it, don't you? Only time you've ever shut your mouth your whole damn life, honey."

Honey. Eddie whimpers, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, and you can't believe Steve is doing this to him, making him cry and beg silently for his cock, and you love it.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" You cock your head at Eddie and his eyes snap to meet yours, big brown orbs filled with wet tears, mouth open in a quiet moan, "You crying? Steve's cock's pretty big, huh?"

Your voice is sickly sweet, like saccharine, even though the condescending undertone is obvious. Eddie cries out, fingers digging into the meat of Steve's biceps and you let out a barking laugh, Steve joining in and you can tell Eddie's getting close with the way his cock leaks uncontrollably, the head turning purple, begging for release.

"Y'think we can make him come untouched, babygirl?" Steve asks, finally ripping his eyes away from Eddie to look at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, his composure is mind-blowing, the only sign that he's folding is the way his mouth hangs open with every harsh thrust into Eddie's ass.

"Hm, what do you think, baby?" Your eyes flit back to Eddie, and he's struggling, you can tell, the way his brows furrow together, nose scrunching up, "Think you can be a good boy and come for us? Come on Steve's thick cock?"

Eddie nods his head fervently, and Steve doubles down on his efforts, pinning Eddie by the throat with his large hand, squeezing down as he pounds into him, the slick, loud clapping echoing in the room and going right to your pussy. You know you're soaked through, probably leaving a damp patch on Steve's plush chair, but you can't find it in you to care.

“Kiss him, Stevie. He’s begging for it,” You can’t help the way the words keep tumbling out, your arousal getting the better of you as you watch them both. Steve throws a smirk in your direction, leaning forward and capturing Eddie’s lips in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue into the heat of his mouth until Eddie’s gripping at his hair.

It’s wild, watching them going at it like this. You take the bait, the noises and visuals getting the best of you and you pull your legs up, slipping a hand deftly into your underwear. The slickness from your folds soak your fingers quickly and you whine quietly, making sure you don’t distract them as you touch yourself, fingers sliding over your clit in slow circles.

"S-Steve, god, fuck," Eddie's voice is hoarse, the first he's spoken since Steve sunk into him in one swift motion, wet with choked off sobs as his cock kicks up one last time and he's coming, slicking his belly and chest with his load.

You sit there, mouth agape as you watch his cock twitch, blurting out the last little spurts as Steve's hips begin to stutter, in a telltale sign that he's close now, Eddie clamping down on him like a vice clearly enough to do it for him.

"Fuck, holy fuck," Steve's hand slides from Eddie's throat and instead meets Eddie's hip, grip so tight it's going to leave bruises. It's oddly endearing, the way Eddie is looking up at him with half lidded eyes, and Steve is looking back like they're the only people in the room, and you'd be lying if it didn't cause a pang in your chest, "You're so fucking tight, taking me so well, m'gonna -"

Steve doesn't even get the words out before he's coming, shoving into Eddie's ass to the hilt and moaning in his ear, filling the condom with his thick release. You shove any thoughts to the back of your head, ears ringing with Steve's noises, shooting straight to your core.

You might've known Steve wouldn't be chivalrous, with the way he throws himself down on top of Eddie like a fucking heathen, causing Eddie to grunt out a small 'oomf'.

It's like what just happened, never really happened at all, with the way they start play fighting like a pair of idiots as Steve's cock slips out of Eddie, shoving at each other and laughing.

"Get off me, you fucking brute of a man." Eddie huffs and puffs, until Steve is pulling himself back up onto his haunches, letting Eddie breathe. It should be weird, watching your boyfriend and his best friend like this, but it isn't - it's like this was how your dynamic was meant to be, in an odd way.

"I always knew you were a bottom," Steve chuckles, throwing a glance in your direction, and you meet his eyes with a wide smile, "Think it's time we gave your girl some attention, Munson. What do you think?"

You glance over at Eddie who's looking at you with worried eyes and a furrowed brow, almost like he forgot you were there and now he needs to make sure you're okay. You nod your head just once, barely a motion, but Eddie gets it, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth, "C'mere, sweetheart. Let us take care of you."

And who were you to refuse these two men the opportunity of pleasuring you?

absolutely necessity

𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 '𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

(dad!eddie munson and mom!reader as young parents)

series summary: having found a family in your friends, Hawkins is no longer a sinkhole to you, so when you and Eddie discover you’re expecting, letting all your other plans go in favor of starting a family isn’t all that difficult.

a/n: takes place immediately after CYM.

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𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤 - 18+ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 (𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭*), 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧, 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐍' 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐈 𝐒𝐚𝐰 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫

𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 ─ 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 ─ 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 ─ 𝐃𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐃𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 ─ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧 ─ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 ─ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖-𝐖-𝐄𝐬 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐤 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐨𝐫-𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 ─ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐨 ─ 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 ─ 𝐍𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐬 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐩) ─ 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ─ 𝐒𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭 (Eddie burping baby penny) ─ 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐥𝐞 ─ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ─ 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 ─ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬’ 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ─ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 ─ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 | 𝗔𝘀𝗸𝘀

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𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Based on these two requests: “I saw you write for dad Eddie Munson and was wondering if you could write the reader and Eddie are potty training their child” “Wait, can you possibly write a potty training or something like that little thing for the penny-verse”

p.s. birth stories are in progress, and yes Uncle Wayne will be making appearances

Eddie stood in the doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed and eyes stern with determination, he would be the victor of this stare down.

Not the three year old glaring back at him from her place on her pink baby potty, pull-up diaper around her little ankles.

Eddie and Penny had been at it all day, both thoroughly frustrated with each other. Eddie because Penny refused to go pee in her baby potty and Penny because her dad wouldn’t let her up from the potty.

You’d both been trying to potty train her for three months now, but it was proving to be difficult with having to juggle a toddler and a newborn. Penny was great with her brother, not even a smidge of jealousy. If anything, she was protective of him. Eddie thought it may have been because of the first time she’d seen him. He hadn’t wanted her to see baby Wayne in that incubator, hooked up to so many machines with patches over his eyes. It broke his heart to watch his son struggle for breaths but Penny had begged to meet him and you both figured you’d have to explain why Wayne wouldn’t be coming home all that soon eventually, so the first time Penny saw her brother, it had been with a glass window separating them.

She was so good with Wayne that she didn’t seem to want to distract them, never telling you or Eddie when she’d gone in her diaper. The two of you felt horrible when you realized she’d been sitting in her dirty diaper for who knows how long because she wanted to make sure mommy and daddy were taking care of Wayne.

It had been the last straw for Eddie, so he’d taken a couple days off the shop, canceled band practice (all the guys were 100% understanding) and you’d be handling Wayne while he taught Penny how to use the potty. Originally, you’d made a deal. He’d teach your son and you would teach your daughter. And you had. Penny knew exactly how going potty worked for people with her anatomy and she knew how to go in the potty. 

She just freaking wouldn’t. And on top of that, she seemed to think tricking Eddie was funny. They’d be cuddling, watching cartoons and Penny would tell him she had to go, so he’d rush her over to the potty, pull down her diaper and sit her on it only for her to burst into a fit of giggles because daddy is soooooo silly! she doesn’t really have to go! 

She’d done it during breakfast, again immediately after breakfast, before her nap, while she was playing with her toys, and then again when he’d taken her out with him to the store (he had shouldered so many people to get to the restroom and all she had done was laugh her cute little butt off when he put her on the lined seat, then she’d peed in her diaper while he strapped her into her car seat in the van), Eddie was tired of it.

So, this last time Penny had faked it, he hadn’t allowed her to get off.

“Daddy, I don’ havta go potty!” She stomped her little foot on the ground, face scrunched up in anger.

“That’s too bad, you’re gonna stay there until you go potty. No more tricks.” Eddie leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, refusing to give in.

“I wone twick you ‘gain! I pomiss!”

“You promised the last four times, too. You’re going potty in your potty whether you like it or not.” 

“No!”

“Penelope.” Eddie warned, raising an eyebrow down at her as she talked back.

“No! No! No! NOOOO!” She began stomping her feet over and over again, when she put her hands on the side of the potty, ready to push herself up, Eddie grabbed her and placed her down again while she screamed.

“Stop it, daddy! I go potty in my diapy!”

Eddie took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. He wasn’t as good as you were when it came to Penny’s tantrums, but he absolutely hated yelling at her. She’d look up at him with those big, beautiful brown eyes full of tears and guilt the shit out of him, even if he had been in the right to do so! That’s why she usually got what she wanted from him. But on the rare occasions where he put his foot down, he’d spend the entire day arguing with a toddler.

You said it was because she was just like him, reactive. So they’d clash. You’d let her scream it out, yell at you, stomp around because you knew she was trying to get a reaction out of you and trying to get her way. Then you’d let her calm down, put her in a time out if you had to but normally she’d come find you after she calmed down to apologize and cuddle to make sure you still loved her despite you constantly telling her you’d love her no matter what. So, you had no problem telling her no. That’s not to say it often led to tantrums, you were teaching her how to control and express her emotions so she’d gotten significantly better at talking things through.

If Eddie had tried teaching her how to use the potty a couple months ago, Penny would have thrown the baby potty across the bathroom.

This wasn’t one of those things Penny was willing to talk about.

But Eddie knew, he just knew if she actually used the potty, she’d love it. Not because she wouldn’t have to go in her diaper—she seemed to love doing that—but because of the praise he’d give her once she did. Penny loved having her parents' attention and making them happy and laugh. She was a ray of sunshine and if she saw how happy the two of you were with her going potty, Eddie was positive she’d stick to it.

So he just needed her to piss in the goddamn potty.

“No more going potty in your diaper. Potty in the potty only.”

Penny mimicked him, crossing her arms over her chest to display her anger. “No!!”

Eddie sighed, shrugging as he approached the sink. “I didn’t want to have to do this, baby. You’re making me waste a ton of water.”

He turned the cold water knob on the sink, not all the way, just enough to have a good little stream going, and leaned back against the wall, waiting.

Penny just stared at him, eyebrows comically furrowed but if Eddie laughed, she’d get even angrier. He could only laugh at her when she was trying to be funny, not when she was trying to be mad. He’s learned that one the hard way.

It took a couple of minutes but soon Penny began fidgeting on the potty, still looking very much so upset, but Eddie knew what was about to happen. Her fidgeting got more restless and she was all but hopping on the potty.

She was trying to hold it in.

Penny bounced on the potty for a couple more minutes before Eddie heard it, a stream hitting plastic. Penny was peeing in the potty.

He pushed himself off the wall, a look of disbelief on his face as he waited for her to finish. When she did, the anger was gone from her face. She was staring down at her lap, like she couldn’t believe it herself. Then she looked up at Eddie, eyes wide.

“I went potty.”

Eddie squatted down, pulling her off the pink baby toilet to confirm, and sure enough, she’d peed. 

He cleaned her up with a baby wipe before pulling her diaper up, then scooped her up, tossing and catching her as he cheered.

“You did it, baby! You went peepee in the potty! I knew you could do it!”

Penny laughed in delight as her dad threw her around and then pulled her in for a hug. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she returned it enthusiastically, basking in the kisses he was covering her face in.

“Let’s go tell mommy, yeah?”

“Yeah! Mommy!”

Eddie carried her out into the living room, where you sat on the floor with Wayne, he was curled up on a nursing pillow, sucking on his pacifier and looking chilled out.

“Mommy! Mommy! I wen’ potty!” Penny was bouncing in Eddie’s arms as she bragged and your mouth dropped open in shock.

“You did??” Your gaze darted to Eddie and when he nodded, your face broke out into a grin.

“Yeah! I wen’ peepee in the potty!”

You made sure Wayne was secure before you got up and ran over to join them, pulling Penny right out of Eddie’s arms as you kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, anywhere you could reach.

“Oh my gosh! You went potty! You’re such a good girl, baby!” You pulled back to look at her, face serious for a moment.

“Are you gonna go peepee in the potty like a big girl, now?” Then you added a small disclaimer, “Even though you’re not allowed to grow up because you’re my baby, of course.”  

“Yeah! I go peepee in the potty now, onwy.”

Eddie wanted to roll his eyes so bad but he refrained, watching the two of you with a smile.

“Okay, only in the potty now.” There was no way you weren’t gonna keep her in diapers for a few more months, sure that she’d be going in the potty and whenever she wanted standing up.

“Down, pease. I havta tow Waynie baby now.” You put her down and she went scampering over to Wayne, babbling all about how she could go in the potty now, which meant she was also the best big sister. Wayne of course didn’t look like he was listening, but the baby did look entranced with his sister, reaching a tiny arm up in the direction of her face while she droned on.

You turned to Eddie and found that he’d been staring at them too, a tender look on his face before you stole his attention, “Did you flush it, already?”

He dragged his eyes away from his kids to smirk at you, “And risk you killing me for robbing you of one of her milestones? No. I didn’t.” 

“You’re so sweet,” you reached a hand up to pinch one of his cheeks. “But that’s actually really gross, I’ve seen her pee tons of times, go flush it.”

“Yes, dear.” He leaned down to give you a kiss.

His Onlyfans Girl- Eddie Munson.

Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Eddie Munson x onlyfansgirl!fem!reader

Summary: your best friend’s father becomes one of your subscribers on onlyfans, when you confront him about it things get a little heated. (3.7k words)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, modern AU! age gap (Eddie is late 40’s, reader is in her 20’s), masturbation, pornography, confrontation, slut shaming, arguing, oral (f receiving), p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, creampie.

Author’s note: this is a continuation of this post!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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When he heard about this "onlyfans" thing he rolled his eyes and brushed it off thinking it was just another porn site. He normally sticks to what he likes and what he knows is reliable, but he kept seeing things online about onlyfans and wanted to see what all the hype was about.

He scrolled down the main page and saw all the random women posing in scandal clad clothes, pretty faces that he'd forget in five seconds once he scrolled past. All of the accounts were locked because he had to subscribe to them and he didn't see a reason to pay for porn when he could get it for free. He scrolled and scrolled until something jumped out at him, your page. He couldn't believe it, you and his daughter had been friends for a long time and he had no idea you were doing these things on the internet.

He immediately kept scrolling and tried to pretend he didn't see that...but part of him was curious. He sighed and scrolled back up and clicked on your account. He knew it was wrong in every sense of the word but fuck, he couldn't look away. He couldn't see anything at all because he wasn't subscribed to your page, he had a strong feeling in his body and he knew exactly what it was. Desire.

His mind raced with a million reasons why he shouldn't do it but his urges were just too strong, he caved and put in his credit card information and subscribed to your onlyfans. His eyes lit up when he saw all of your photos and videos, he knew he would regret this in the morning but he didn't give a fuck. He needed to get off, get off looking at your body.

He could feel his heart pounding out of his chest as he saw you laid out before him on his screen, he always thought you were attractive but this was a whole other level. He could hardly blink because he was afraid he would miss a detail of your body, you were perfect to him, your body was like it had been crafted by god himself just for Eddie to admire. His hand found its way into his boxers as he memorized every line of your figure, the curve of your breasts, the shape of your hips and how they lead perfectly to your pussy.

He started to stroke himself faster as he clicked one of your solo masturbation videos, he breathing became more labored the faster he pumped his cock, he couldn't tear his eyes off of dildo that stretched you out. He wished that was him, that he was your toy, he wanted nothing more than to be the one to bring you pleasure. "Fuck" he whispers under his breath as he feels his orgasm nearing rapidly, he works himself faster until he finally released all over his hand. He falls back into his pillow, he pants hard as he desperately tries to fill his lungs with air, when he comes to his senses he realizes what he had done.

He quickly clears away the website, he deletes his search history praying that no one will ever find out about his taboo acts tonight...especially not his daughter. Guilt and slight paranoia sets in as he thinks about the consequences he would face if she found out, he knew this would hurt her and that was the last thing he would ever want to do, he cursed himself for being so weak and giving into his desires. He took a deep breath and tried to erase you from his mind as he wiped himself clean with a tissue and laid his head down to rest, he closes his eyes and very slowly drifts off to sleep. His dreams were plagued with the images of your body, making for a very restless night.

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The next morning you woke up to the sun beaming through the curtains filling the room up with a warm light, it was just like every other morning, you allowed your eyes to focus and adjust to the brightness before reaching over and grabbing your phone off the nightstand. You unlock your phone and do your daily check of social media, you scroll through different timelines on various apps to catch up on any news you missed while you slept. When you've had your fair share of meme consumption you take a trip over to your onlyfans account, when you started it a few months ago it was just as a little way to make some extra cash apart from your regular 9-5, but you soon started to gain a following and it became your biggest source of income. You didn't find anything wrong with what you were doing, everyone needs to get by somehow plus you had a lot of fun making your videos, not to mention the positive attention really boosted your confidence.

You scroll through your new notifications, you read all of the comments and saw who liked your posts, you checked out the accounts that had just subscribed to your page most of which go by pseudonyms to remain anonymous. Everything seemed normal until you saw it... "Ed Munson" had subscribed to your onlyfans. Your heart sunk to your stomach and you immediately sat up in bed, you couldn't believe what you were seeing, was this really him? You frantically clicked on the account to find anything to prove it wasn't him, but you were met with a blank page, no profile picture, no bio, absolutely nothing.

Your hands started to shake with nerves as thousands of questions run through your head, maybe it was someone else? If it is him, why did he subscribe to your account? Oh god, what if she finds out? How many Ed Munsons could there be You couldn't believe this for a second, you had known Ed since you were eighteen that's when you first became friends with his daughter, you and her met in a college math class and instantly clicked. You would go over to their place to hang out and he was always kind to you whenever you spoke, but he always kept things brief because he didn't want either of you to feel like he was barging in on your fun. Never once did he ever show that he was interested in you sexually or try to make any advances on you, he was a respectable man and a man that you could trust, but this, this threw you for a loop.

You got out of bed and tried to forget about what you saw, it really couldn't have been him... at least that's what you tried to convince yourself of. You went through your normal morning routine because you had to be at work in an hour but all you could think about was this situation, you were very open with her about your onlyfans and its content but this would crush her. You swore to yourself that you wouldn't let her know about her father paying to see your explicit content, you felt so bad just thinking about how this could affect your friendship, and losing her was something you couldn't afford.

Once you finished getting dressed you grabbed all of your stuff and headed out the door, you got into your car and started it, as you waited for it to warm up you tried to think of a way to make this situation better. You knew it was probably best to leave it alone and pretend it didn't happen but something in you was dying to know just why he decided to subscribe to your account when there are thousands to choose from. Despite your better judgment, you couldn't handle the not knowing part and decided to go straight to the source, you pulled out of your driveway and set off to the Munson residence. Your heart raced as you got closer to the house, there was still a possibility that it wasn't even him and if it wasn't then this already awkward situation would become even worse.

Your hands start to sweat as you grip the steering wheel tightly, you're so anxious about what will come of this, whatever it is can't be good. You pull into the Munson's driveway and shut off the engine, you stare at the front door through the windshield for what feels like an eternity before unbuckling your seat belt and stepping out of your car. You take a deep breath and rehearse what you're going to say to him in your head as you walk up the pavement that leads to the door, you raise a shake hand to the polished wood and knock three times.

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Eddie was in the kitchen sipping his morning coffee when he heard the knock, he wondered who could be popping in so early, he let out a sigh as he sets him mug down and heads to the front door. You hear the click of the lock being turned before it was opened revealing the man you were looking for. When he saw you his heart immediately fell to his stomach and images of the night before rushed to the front of his mind, he thought he was dreaming because you were the last person he expected to see this morning.

He quickly composes himself and speaks as nonchalantly as possible "Oh uh hey, Y/N, what are you doing here? She left for class an hour ago-"

You take in his appearance, he definitely had just rolled out of bed because he was still in his pajamas and his hair was a bit messy. His smile lines were deep, showing his older age and years of laughter and joy he must've experienced, you could tell he also hadn't shaved in a few days by the salt and pepper stubble on his face. He wasn't an ugly man by any means, in fact, you'd known him to have a few girlfriends over the couple of years you'd known him. His daughter told you he never wanted to get married because being held down to one person just wasn't his style, you never said anything about it but often wondered if he was very lonely.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Munson, I'm not here for her," you start and immediately feel your mouth become dry with nerves as you realize what you're about to accuse him of. "I need to talk to you."

Shit, she knows he thought to himself, he knew he would get caught at some point but not this soon, he nods slightly and steps to the side allowing you access to his home "Please, come in." The tension in the air was so thick you could almost grab it with your hands, you walk into the door and step into the medium-sized living room that was furnished with a couch, recliner, and a flatscreen mounted to the wall. You walked over and took a seat on the suede sofa and he follows behind you taking a seat next to you but keeping a respectable distance. You could hear your heart beating as you fidget with your fingers working up the courage to speak up "So, Mr. Munson-"

"Please, call me Eddie" he cuts you off

You look up at him, his big brown eyes staring back into yours, "Eddie... do you know what I do for work?" You ask him while trying to find any sign of discomfort in his expression

fuck. "You work in retail don't you?" He replies referring to your normal day job

You sigh softly, he's gonna make you say it, "Well, yes I do but-" you pause and look down at your hands, you couldn't look at him when you said this "But... I also do onlyfans."

"Oh" he blurts out, he didn't expect you to be so straightforward about it "I- I've heard about that before... I didn't know you did that sorta thing." He lied through his teeth, his palms started to sweat and he awkwardly wiped them on his pajama pants.

You look up at him and see the blush in his cheeks had become more prominent, you tried so hard to not show your emotions on your face as he lied straight to your face but you couldn't help but grimace "Right." You say flatly "Well this is awkward but... I know you subscribed to my page" You said it. You actually said it. The words hung in the air for a moment before he spoke

"What? I wouldn't do-" he starts to protest but you cut him off

"Please, don't lie to me. It'll just make things worse"

You can see the gears turning in his head as he debates on coming clean, he knows it's the right thing to do but fuck, it was so difficult.

He sighs, he had been caught. "Okay, yes I did subscribe but I- I can explain" he knew he couldn't but he was gonna try his best. "You see, I went on the website and I was looking at all the different models and uh, I subscribed to a page and didn't realize it was you till afterwards" he didn't sound too convinced himself and by the look on your face he knew you weren't buying it. He swallows the spit that was starting to fill his mouth "I'm sorry... I hope you can forgive me"

"Look I don't want to pry into your personal life or anything but I really can't have you looking at my pictures...what if she finds out?"

Something about the mention of his daughter puts him in defense mode, he straightens his posture slightly and speaks in a lower deep voice "What I do in my private time has nothing to do with my daughter. It's none of her business."

You're taken aback by his shortness with you, you've never seen this side of him before "Are you serious? If she finds out about this it would crush her, I'm not gonna have you ruin my friendship just because you're a pervert." You realize what you just said but it was too late, you didn't mean it, well you didn't mean to say it out loud. There were just so many emotions running through you, you couldn't stop yourself.

He scoffs "Excuse me? Young lady I'm no pervert," he crosses his arms in front of his broad chest "I'm not the one selling naked pictures online."

Your mouth drops open slightly, you couldn't believe what he just said to you, but you weren't going to hold back now. "Oh, I bet you didn't have a problem with it when you were getting off to me last night" Your tone was full of sass and was also slightly raised, he was starting to piss you off with his lack of concern so you decided to test him "what if I told her, huh? What if I spilled your dirty little secret?"

His heart sunk, and his anger level began rising at your proposal, he wouldn't let you do that to him...his daughter means everything to him and he wasn't going to let one mistake ruin their relationship. "Don't fucking threaten me, I told you she doesn't need to know anything. I don't need a little slut like you trying to ruin my life, now if you will, get out of my house." He stands up abruptly and grabs you by the arm pulling you up and dragging you towards the door. You try to pull your arm away from his grasp but he doesn't let you go, you plant your feet as best as you can on the linoleum making it harder for him to pull you.

"I'm not going anywhere, we're not done talking about this" you protest

"Well I am." He says with finality "Matter fact, I don't want you to hang around my daughter anymore, clearly, you aren't the sweet innocent girl I thought you were."

This angered you, he had no right to dictate who you could be friends with, his daughter is an adult and he's acting like you're going to corrupt his precious Angel. Before you could think you brought your hand up to slap him but he caught you by the wrist and pulled you into his chest, he looked down at you, rage filling his eyes as he whispered harshly "Don't you dare." Your knees almost gave out on you by the sheer force of his movement, you were so close to his face you could smell the coffee that lingered on his breath. This awoke something in you, something that you knew would bring you nothing but trouble, but oh, would it be worth it. Your eyes flicker down to his lips then back to his eyes before slowly leaning in, Eddie stands still and doesn't move a muscle as he watches you lean in. You gently brush your lips against his, giving him an out in case he didn't want this but he doesn't put up any resistance, you connect your lips together in what starts as a soft kiss but quickly escalates.

His hands grip your waist tightly as he slides his tongue into your mouth, he slowly guides you back to the couch and lays you down before climbing on top of you. You knew this was wrong, he's your best friend's father for Christ's sake, but you knew you couldn't stop this from happening...you needed it to happen. He slips off your shoes leaving you in your socks, you moan softly into the kiss as you feel his hands unbuttoning your pants, the thought of him seeing you naked made you wet, he pulls down your pants and your panties at the same time exposing your lower half. He breaks away from the kiss and sits up a little, he grabs your legs and spreads them apart. "Fuck," he mutters as he takes in the sight of your glistening pussy "It's even better than the photos."

He dips his head between your thighs and begins to feast on your sensitive flesh, you let out a moan as his tongue flicks your clit softly, the prickling of his stubble against your skin sends a shiver down your spine as the pleasure builds within you. "Oh god," you say breathlessly as you feel your orgasm coming, his hands tighten their grip on your thighs and he looks deep into your eyes as he continues his relentless assault on your folds. Your fingers tangle in his hair and you gently rub yourself against his tongue as you go over the edge, your body trembles beneath his touch, and your pitiful whimpers fill the living room as you ride out your high. When he feels you've had enough he comes up for air, he takes a few breaths before attaching his lips to yours once again.

Your taste on his lips is intoxicating, the severity of this entire situation has heightened all of your senses making all of this even more pleasurable for you, you would regret this for the rest of your life but who cares right now? You're about to get fucked. Eddie pulled down his pajama pants revealing his hard, throbbing cock, he strokes it a few times before whispering huskily against your mouth "Get on all fours." You nod and flip over, you rest your forearms on the arm of the couch and arch your back to give him better access, he grabs hold of your hip with one hand and uses the other to guide his dick to your entrance.

He slowly slips himself into your tight hole, you let out a shaky gasp as his thickness stretches you out, he groans as he slowly starts to buck his hips "So fucking tight, baby" he picks up speed slowly before giving it his all, you can't hold back anything as he fucks you hard, all of your moans and whines fly from your mouth without a care. Eddie wraps his fingers around your hair and yanks you back to him making you arch your back even more as you turn your head to look at him. "How's this cock feel?" You could hear all of his lust for you in those words over the sound of slapping skin" Better than that fucking toy huh?" He asks rhetorically before releasing your hair and pounding into you even harder.

As you feel all of your limbs shake as he pleasure you, you hear him say all sorts of dirty things out loud like "Should post this for your fans" and "You take cock so well", you don't have the will to reply because your brain can't form any coherent thoughts. Your heart was racing a mile a minute after your third orgasm, Eddie's groans became louder and his breathing much heavier as he was about to cum, "s-shit" he stuttered out, his hips bucking hard against your ass as he unleashed his seed into you. He loosens his grip on your hips and slowly pulls out of you leaving a trail of his cum to drip on the couch, he slumps back onto the couch and pants hard, he wipes some sweat off his forehead before looking over at you as you flip back over.

It was like he came back to his senses immediately after he came, his eyes widened before he buried his face into his hands "fuck- what have I done?" you could hear his muffled voice cry out, he fucked up big time and there's nothing to do to change it. He sighs and looks up but he averts your gaze, "Not a word about this to anyone, agreed?"

You swallow hard before nodding, "Agreed." You felt terrible about what just happened. "I- I'm sorry about this." You apologize weakly

"Don't be," his voice was calming but still raspy from the sex "It's not all your fault. We'll pretend this never happened."

You reach for your pants and try to put them on as quickly as possible, fuck you think as you remember you have work and you're now an hour late, "I've gotta get going" you say as you stand up and quickly button up your pants and slip on your shoes and stand up, you look down at him laid out on the couch. "I'll see you later?"

He looks up at you, clearly debating what to say, he sighs before saying, "Yeah, see you later."

You give him a final nod before quickly walking towards the door.

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thinking about cockwarming older!eddie on his day off.. he sleeps in til late in the afternoon and you've been up for hours, stuck in bed, spooned in his arms, you feel him getting hard on your thighs and you've been aching for him since you woke up but don't wanna wake him bc he's been working so hard lately so you push your ass against his clothed crotch and rub against him until you feel his hand grabbing your hip and his raspy morning voice telling you, "come sit on my cock baby" you obey immediately, pulling his boxers and your panties off and slowly sinking onto him, he whines with his eyes closed and he holds your waist to keep you still when you try to move or bounce, "stay like that bunny. keep me warm for a bit" and you do, laying on top of his chest, you feel him twitch whenever you clench around him and feel him get more and more stiff each time. after a while, he wakes up more and smacks your ass when you do it, "knock it off you bitch, i'm too old for this." he laughs and kisses your forehead then you tell him he doesn't have to do a thing, he can go back to sleep if he wants and you'll make him feel good and and and

I LOVEEEEE

Would you ever write for like rockstar!eddie and reader like maybe she's an actor or something or she's his high-school sweet heart and even after he got famous he stayed with her

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

OMG, ok so you caught my attention. i’ve always wanted to write for rockstar! eddie. i also daydreamed a lot that the reader is his wife (and yes, his highschool sweetheart as well) you know like that bombshell wife that even his fans simp for her as well, gets featured in some magazines and shows. alongside tour interviews and such.

i can imagine the dynamic between them sort of like ozzy & sharon (without the major toxicity but the yelling is there) but overall, you’re just one hella of a wife to corroded coffin’s frontman. and he’s very proud to show you off every interview he gets.

this time they’re doing a reality tv one! like the Osbourne’s.

suggestive themes under the cut

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another day in the munson household… 

“eddie!” you shouted amidst the large canopy of the munson LA mansion. the camera man swerves the camera to eddie munson’s face, eddie fucking munson, leader of one of the grossing rock bands alive in the 90’s. he lets out a sigh as he can hear your heels stomp against the hardwood large stairs as he looks to the camera with a smirk, counting in his head for your barge in as he speaks. it was another filming day for their own reality tv show, his manager urged him to do this, fans demanding wanting to know more about him and his darling wife. you.

“ah, and here comes my smoking hot angry wife—“

the door slams open inside the studio room, the camera whips to you. all dolled up, fresh from your make-up room, wearing a very tight dress that hugged your body nicely. he wasn’t even focused on the terrifying anger written on your pretty face, just that he’s very focused now on your chest. the camera man backs away, slightly scared, seeing as you had something in your hand. fan mail apparently! tons of it in your hand as the other was situated on your hip, very angry stance.

it was cute to him.

“baby, darling.” he greeted with a smirk, urging your hothead to come closer to him, he was sitting on his office chair, the one he always sat on whenever he would spend nights in this studio room to write or compose a song.

“send panties in the mail! panties? are you out of your fucking mind!?” you threw the mail at him, huffing and puffing with anger. the camera man captured this one moment they all knew would be another hit on mainstream. your fights with eddie were certainly a blockbuster for every corroded coffin fan, plus you were hot in it.

“sweetheart, chill! i meant it as a fucking joke, geez—“

another mail was thrown at him, this time he can clearly see the lace of some fan’s panties were peeking out. oh, was he dead. he is popular with the ladies, you were very hyperaware of that and you despised some groupies for getting a lil’ close during concerts or meet-ups, mainly the obsessed ones you couldn’t stand, but they’re not the wife. you are, so in perspective, you won when it comes to them. and you trust eddie, he’s not that stupid.

“baby, what did you expect? they’re fucking crazy.” he snorts, tossing the mail away. you crossed your arms, boobs squishing, eddie gawked at it with no shame.

“you’re laughing at this? i can’t believe you! you’re such an ass—“ you pouted, fuming red in your eyes. eddie shook his head as he grabbed your arm, knowing well you were going to calm down once he gets in you in his lap. you noticed it.

“that’s not gonna fucking work—“

“try me.” he hums, wrapping his arms around your waist as you sat snuggly. leaning your back against his naked chest littered with tattoos, your name tattooed above his heart. your face somehow manage to soften yet still annoyed at how it worked. munson charm. damn him.

“you okay, baby?” he asks kissing your neck, looking to the camera with a wink and a smirk.

“i will strangle you.”

“i thought that was for the bedroom—“

“i will shove this remaining mail up your ass if you open your mouth again.” you warned, pinching his arm. he yelped at how sharp your nails were as you sighed, simmering down now as he placed kisses on your bare shoulder. the expensive scent of your perfume and body wash making him buck his hips up a bit. so addicting. the camera focuses on the sweet moment as you rubbed your forehead, a headache coming in.

“oh, baby. ‘m sorry.” he cooed.

“don’t.” you huffed. “i don’t like this.” you emphasized to the mails on the ground.

“ ‘course baby, i haven’t even fucking opened them yet.” he place a sloppy kiss on your neck. “and i never will. if that makes up for it.”

“thank you, eds.” you sighed in relief. his heart bloomed as he winked to the camera again. mouthing ‘munson charm’.

“gotta remind them, sweetheart, you’re my wife. nothing’s gonna come between that, ey? not even fucking panties.” he reminds you, grasping your chin to look at him. reminding you how many years you two have been together, since highschool, since that incident back in the upside down, being each other’s first experiences and all. you are the love of his life.

his large thumb caressing your bottom crimson lip. you nodded silently, still a little annoyed, his handsome grin widen as he kissed you. tongue and all, still not ashamed he’s showing this intimate moment on camera then probably on television soon. you wriggled, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants form. you hummed on his mouth, liking the sloppiness as you pulled away, all shy now noticing the camera again.

“and stop sending me panties!” he pointed to the camera. “i’m flattered, but i got plenty already.” he joked, earning a smack from you again. the camera man eventually said cut as you both relaxed in each other’s arms.

“today’s film was great, mr. & mrs. munson. thank you so much.” the cameraman smiled nervously as you smiled back widely, still seated on eddie’s lap.

“no problem, lemonade’s downstairs in the kitchen. help yourself!” you kindly offered as eddie placed kisses again on your neck. hot and heavy he is, it was such a turn-on whenever you got mad at him. the door closed shut as eddie finally got a breather. focusing on you now and his ache in his pants.

“so sexy today, baby.” he mumbles, voice low and deep. “getting you all riled up.”

“mhm. if you ever say stupid shit to your fans, munson. i will kick you out.” you hummed tilting your neck to the side as he nipped your soft skin making you let out a quiet whimper.

“hey, they love you getting mad as well, can’t blame ‘em.” he laughs, squeezing your boobs. the fans were crazy for you as much as they are for him. you chuckled remembering the time you got featured on the front page of playboy magazine, everyone went wild. eddie was fuming at that time but he didn’t hide the fact that he bought at least numerous copies of it, supporting your fame. “you’re such a fucking bombshell. ‘m so lucky.”

“i swear, eddie!” you swatted his hands away as he whined.

“i promise!” he laughs heartily as you smiled again. a moment of silence transpires, you two have been together since ‘86, the large mansion was awfully lonely when he’s away on tour, leaving you here sometimes. you love him, really. since the day he clumsily asked you out by the bench in the woods. supporting him throughout, until his band got in with a label. signing them up. being his soulmate, sticking with him until now. something was just missing in the munson household. the thought a important one for you, and you knew clearly what you wanted next. knowing eddie gives you everything.

“what do you think about a little munson running around here, eds?”

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wrote this in one sitting!

the freakshow

eddie munson x reader

summary: your heart dances on the edge of the knife when it comes to the infamous eddie munson. but the freak loves to play with knives at the freakshow, and he’s got you kneeling before him with his initials carved into your skin, bleeding down to his feet.

word count: 5, 962

warnings: Smut (MINORS DNI), usage of knives. graphic depictions of carving on to the skin. blood, violence, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. (explicit warnings below the cut)

a/n: another eddie smut. i was in the middle of writing a folklore one shot for mcu peter and i was eager to write this one. this includes knife play so please proceed with caution.

MASTERLIST

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explicit warnings: unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), knife play (carving names on their skin), creampie, lotus sex position, cockwarming, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, blood sucking? (promise its not creepy), praise kink and degradation kink, dom/sub dynamics w dom!eddie, biting, tongue fucking, rough sex

Green, orange, red, white, black.

Freakish colors that juxtaposes the colors on your paper. You don’t know what you’re absentmindedly sketching, you hadn’t even realized your hands had begun constructing—

You tilt your head to the side, looking down and leaning closer.

— A cute little flower with green and orange petals, but apparently it also has red horns and a black tail right at the bottom of the strangely white stem.

Oh, and it looks like its dying.

The cafeteria is loud, you’ve barely touched your lunch, and your friends are talking loudly beside you. Very loudly, in fact, that you feel like your ears are going to explode and drip blood down to the side of your face. Agitated, you drop the pencils down the table, the clatter overwhelmed by vacuous parleys and childish shouting from food staining their clothes.

“Hey,” Chrissy Cunningham moves closer to you. Her hair’s no longer up in a tight ponytail, opted on a less compressed hairstyle that’s been giving her headaches lately. “You alright?”

You smooth your skirt with your palms, feeling the sweat transfer on the textile. “Yeah,” you swallow nothing. “It’s just really loud.”

“Need some fresh air?”

You’re about to answer her question, yes, you were going to say, yes, please, before I slam my head against this table. But the voice you’ve heard in so many timbres adjourns you, vocalizing loudly behind the cafeteria that it has you turning around.

Eddie’s got his feet on top of the table, walking over his friend’s lunches. He’s saying whatever; he’s saying things Eddie would say, because he is Eddie. He’s got his hands raised to balance himself on the decrepit tables, before he jumps off to scare a poor old teacher away.

That’s something Eddie would do.

And then he looks at you and suddenly you don’t want to slam your head against the table anymore, nor do your ears feel like they’re going to explode. Because you meet his eyes that are almost always on you – the same eyes that you can sense when he’s bored, or curious, or searching, or rapacious to tear the curtains between the audience and the freaks.

They’re also the same eyes that knows exactly who you are. They’ve got you memorized, every inch of your imperfectly pretty body, or what opens the faucet that leaks tears, or which performance made you smile the most; Wild eyes that memorized your labyrinthine self that anyone else couldn’t.

Your labyrinthine self, known only by Eddie – a rumored cult leader. He’s only the leader of Hellfire Club, anyway. But that does nothing to wipe the stain he’s put on his image, so if everyone else sees Eddie adding blemish to your reputation, or you to his, your picture might as well be burned to ashes.

He tells you it’ll spark havoc, that you’ll be seen in the same way as him.  You try so hard to tell him you don’t care. However, keeping things secret is so dangerously fun – an impious part of you the public believes is vain proved covertly by Eddie was a knowledge that’s thrilling enough to keep to yourself.

You see Eddie’s throat bob, and he ever so subtly smiles at you, because you know damn well seeing the freak smile at one of the most precious cheerleaders of Hawkins would be the most controversial of them all (it’s exaggerated, you and Eddie both know, but teenagers exaggerate everything, even though he’s twenty).

He suddenly then falls forward to the ground, almost hitting a passerby. For a brief moment your eyes widen in surprise, but see that no one was there to trip him, mainly it being for show just for you. Your heart eases, smiles at the boy who’s taking imaginary dust off his shaggy hair.

“(y/n),” Chrissy ducks her head down, gaining your attention. You forgot what she’s said, cheeks burning in discomfiture. “Do you need some fresh air?” she repeats.

Unable to answer, you nod instead, because you smile when you see the grin on Eddie’s face as he goes back to sitting down with his friends, knowing he’s succeeded once more to put a smile on your face.

He takes your exit as a sign to take his, too. You walk away until you reach the forests across the fences, holding your skirt down your thighs from the fresh breeze. When you spot the same bench you and Eddie normally hang out in at free periods, you sit there with a heavy sigh.

You name the rustling behind you as Eddie. You raise your head to see him, leather jacket and a sleeveless denim to cover his contentious shirt. He smiles at you, practically tossing his black lunchbox on the wooden table.

“Well, hello there,” he says this in a way that he’s almost singing it. Eddie sits in front of you and places his elbows on the table before resting his chin between his palms. “What are you doing here?”

“Just getting some fresh air,” you mimic his position with a greeting smile. “It smells like barf and mixed soft drinks inside there.”

“What, you don’t like mixed sodas?”

“Haven’t tried it,”

He gasps, anthemic that he almost falls to the ground. “Really?” Eddie queries in disbelief, picking a lone lint off your hair. You try not to shiver at his simple act. “Are you that compliant that you don’t try out different sodas at the same time?”

You snort. “I’m not that docile.”

“How come you’ve never tried it then?” Eddie smushes his lips on his palm, bent awkwardly but he still manages to talk to you while looking scruffily charming.

Taking the jersey off your arms, you shrug. “No one took me out to try it yet.”

“Well you, m’lady,” Eddie opens his lunchbox, the cover clanging loudly on the wooden table before he takes out a pack of cigarettes. You make an excited sound, taking one from him, “are missing out.”

He lights the cigarette from you. The lighter he uses is the same one you bought for him after dropping it down the sewers one time, one where he’s surprisingly fine about even though he’s had it for years. “They’re just sodas, Eds. Not water. I won’t die if I don’t try them.”

“But you should,” he says after lighting his own. “They taste, I don’t know, funky? I can’t explain it. The aftertaste’s kinda shit, though, I’ll tell you that.”

Your lipstick stains the tipping paper, disparities the red wax brazenly. And while the smoke mingles with the air, you toy with the coffin nail nervously. Eddie, like earlier, senses your disquiet. He walks over to where you are before he wraps an arm around your shoulders, gently tugging you closer to him. You let him even though the possibility of being caught was now 73%.

“Something’s keeping you on edge since this morning,” he murmurs. He fights the urge to press a kiss on your hairline, instead occupies his twitching mouth with a cigarette. “I know you think I noticed at lunch, but we got morning classes together and I know when you’re nervous.”

“It’s nothing, Eds,”

“No it’s not,” he pushes your hair out of your face until he’s cupping the back of your head to look at him, stroking the skin behind your ear. “What is it, sweetheart, tell me?”

Yesterday’s expedition clouds your mind – in Eddie’s car, splayed out in the back with your hand gripping the back of your thighs as Eddie drives his cock in deeper, and even after cumming inside you he pushes his fingers in your sensitive hole and bullies your clit until you gush out on his shirt and his face and maybe even your own, without realizing that one of the Hawkins basketball players passed by.

“I think Patrick McKinney saw us yesterday,” you tell him. “He- I don’t know, Eddie. He passed by. I don’t think he saw us but I think he heard us? I mean, not that I care. It’s just that, I think maybe I care a little because he might have caught us having sex? He saw me naked and saw you naked and he might have seen the-the thing—”

“Hey,” he stops you by placing a hand over your mouth, laughing a little. “You gotta relax. My windows are tinted, babe. He didn’t see us, and if he heard us, he probably just assumed I was with another girl.”

The image of Eddie with someone else has you shifting uncomfortably between two feet, eventually scoffing and taking a hit. “If you think saying that is helping, Eddie—”

He laughs again, like music to your ears. “I’m sorry, babe,” Eddie kisses your temple, a mitigating action that shoves your worries away. “All I’m saying is that he didn’t catch us, okay? We’re fine.”

You pick on the loose thread of his shirt, twirling it around your finger. Then you pull it, a loud snap followed by shy silence. “‘s being a dungeon master give you senses?” you look up at him, resting your chin on his shoulder. Eddie’s hair tickles your nose, and you swear you smell a hint of your conditioner in there. “You always know when I’m upset.”

“Boyfriend senses, yeah, they’re my special senses,” he taps his temple, looking at you with a small smile. “They’re a must have. A really great superpower. Means I can make you smile whenever you need to.”

Pouting, you nestle your head on his chest. “Nah, I think you’re just stalking me. Always following me whenever I go, staring like a creep.”

Eddie’s freakishly warm. And albeit his veneer says otherwise, he smells decent, too – laundry detergent, cigarettes, and the smell of his club room that you can’t explain (you think it’s cardboard?). Your joke earns you a slight push, and a shy laugh, before you’re right back in his arms, tighter than before.

“Not my fault, you freak,” you simultaneously take a hit, something you try to hide your laugh about. Eddie teasingly blows it at your face. “Walking around with that short little skirt of yours—”

—The hand on your shoulder caresses your back until it starts tracing the waistline of your skirt. His finger draws back and forth, occasionally untucking your shirt until he feels your skin. Eddie’s stroking finger tickles, until it ultimately slips inside the garter of your skirt, teasing the waistband of your underwear.—

“—swaying your hips like you’re still dancing, knowing those prepubescent virgins and dirty boys are watching you,” Eddie whispers in your ear. “Knowing I’m watching you. And you just love teasing me, don’t you?”

You playfully bump your hip with his. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean,” he takes both your cigarettes and throws it to the ground, stomping it impatiently before he’s got his hands around your waist, groveling beneath your shirt to palm your skin. “You don’t have to play coy, baby.”

Eddie kisses you, fervent and avidly. His hands roam everywhere, handsy with each caress, rings cold against your skin that you shiver beneath him as you run your hands up his unshorn hair, pushing his bangs away from his forehead. And while his tongue casually slips in between your open mouths, he cups your ass, quite roughly.

Gasping, you break away. “Eddie,” you chuckle nervously. “Someone could come! Lunch ends in five minutes.”

“Yeah, I know,” he steals a kiss, one or two, with heavy exhales and hands gentle on your cheeks. “But I know you hate your next class and so do I,”

“We share that class and you only hate it,” he can’t stop kissing you in between words. Eddie kisses the tip of your nose before going back to kiss your cheeks, and your neck, your jawline. “Eds, we’re going to miss class,”

He sucks on your neck, right on the slope between your jawline and shoulder. The urticate sensation renders you a whimper, before you feel his hot tongue caress the result of his ambush. “Then let’s skip it,” Eddie suggests, repeating each suckle on every part of your neck. “I got the keys to the room of the club. We can – we can go there and do whatever we want.”

Answer interrupted by a hungry kiss, you bite on his bottom lip, clawing desperately on his shirt. Eddie grunts, smiling against your swollen lips. “Anything?” you whisper. “Even – even if it’s dangerous?”

“You know I love doing anything dangerous, sweets,” he scrunches his nose at you. “Which is why I love doing you,”

In less than ten minutes were you both able to venture on to the Hellfire Club room. His feet were quick – fast enough to form you both invisible to wandering teachers. Eddie’s hand never left yours, a tight grip that tells you not to let go or else you’ll get caught. And that same, riveting sensation pounds through you – breaking the rules for the man who loved to break you. It’s wildly injudicious, but it fills your sybaritic grail.

Eddie fumbles with the keys before he’s got the room opened. You’re greeted by tall cardboard effigies that intensify the aura of the Hellfire Club, cutouts of certain DnD creatures held up by stolen scaffolding. It’s gloomy, eerily fun to be surrounded by drawn mythical brutes, and it welcomes you in the same way Eddie did.

“Welcome, to the dungeon,” he opens the door and steps aside to let you in, a hovering hand behind you while his eyes scan for any bystander. Eddie closes the door once you step in, the faint lock tickles your ear in the right way.

Then he’s back to kissing you. You push his jackets away, feel your back dig on the edge of the table that he keeps pushing you on from how eager he is. His open mouthed kisses are hot, hungry for the taste of you, prodding his tongue in to search for more flavors. You feel the denim of his jeans, tugging on the cold chain and slip your nails between the pits, until you reach behind to slip your fingers in his pockets.

Eddie cups your face, digs his rings on your skin. He tilts your head to the side to embark deeper, exhaling into your mouth. “Baby,” he murmurs when you clutch his ass. “Easy there,”

“I want to – I wanna try something new,” you smile against him.

Usually, Eddie’s always the one who asks to try something new with you – being the person he is who’s got more kinks and experience, diving deeper into expeditions so risqué no one else can fathom. And he’s the one who dilapidated your chastity, where he’s thankful for your trust being bestowed upon him; he’s gradually introducing new idiosyncrasies to make your sex life more…fun and adventurous.

So when you’re the first to ask, it takes him aback. But Eddie doesn’t complain because he loved being surprised by you. “Yeah sure, what is it?”

You take the pocket knife from his pocket, breaking the kiss away to place the armament in the space between your faces. Eddie’s smile fades a little into confusion, chuckling. He takes it from your hand.

“I want you,” with a hand on his shoulder, you raise your leg to rest on his hip, curling it around him to let your heel push his crotch closer to yours. Your unoccupied hand delineate his neck, reaching up to abrade his scalp. You give him a gentle nip at his earlobe, one that makes your boyfriend moan quietly, his other hand under your shirt, “to fuck me with the handle of your knife.”

“Jesus, baby,” he breathes out. “That’s dangerous,”

“But I thought you love doing anything dangerous?”

“Yeah I know,” he presses a small kiss on your cheek, grinding his erect crotch on yours. It’s hard enough that it massages your clit right through the thin fabric of your underwear. “But this is a knife baby. God, even I imagine doing things to you with this, but I don’t want to fucking hurt you.”

“Tell me, then,” you palm him through his jeans, scrape the on the hard-on. “What you want to do with me.”

Eddie tugs on your hair, continues sucking on your neck like he wants to drink your blood. You moan when he does so, the pain ricocheting down your throbbing cunt as he says, “Maybe I’d do what you want, fuck you with the handle, then I’d – I’d carve my initials on your thigh, so it’ll scar there forever and I’d let those insubstantial little shits know you’re mine. I’ll suck the blood on it, too, then finger your pussy raw until you squirt all over me again.”

He grinds the closed pocket knife on your pussy, making you even wetter than earlier. “Then I’d let you carve yours on my thigh, I’d let you do whatever you want with it. God, then you’d fucking suck me off like the good little whore you are – on your knees, crying and begging for me to fuck your face while your blood drips down the floor. Then I’d fuck you so good you can’t dance for the pep rally next week, baby.”

“Then do it,” you whine, grinding harder on his knife. “Come on, Eddie. Baby, please.”

“You sure I won’t hurt you?”

“Remember when they dropped me during practice, and I fell on my foot and I broke my ankle?” he nods, head nestling into the crook of your neck to place tormenting hickies on your neck. “Have you seen me cry? I was laughing, Eddie. It didn’t hurt at all, even when they popped my ankle right into place.”

He pulls away, cupping your face and squishing your cheeks together, because Eddie thinks you look cute like that. “You cried a bit when they snapped in place, though.”

“Yeah, but it didn’t hurt,” you giggle. “Please, babe?”

“Alright,” he kisses you once more. “Tell me to stop, okay? Three taps where?”

“On your cheek. Hard.”

“That’s right,”

You’re kissing again, his hands roaming to discard your jacket to the ground where you’d thrown his. He pulls back to pull his shirt away, and you copy him, removing your skirt with and placing it on the table behind you. When you’re left in your bra, Eddie pulls back to stare at them, goggling stupidly.

“Eds,” you push his face away, palm right on his nose. “Stop staring at my boobs like an infant.”

“Yeah yeah,” he shakes his head. Eddie’s lips lather themselves on your exposed skin, sucking on your upper breasts. He flips his knife open, the tip of the knife tracing your arm first.

It’s small, but it’s sharp enough to leave a red scratch, or dangerously penetrate your skin. The steel alloy shines from the light at the back of the room, mercurially glistening all its dauntless silver prowess. The feeling is cold, as cold as Eddie’s rings, as they trail up to the strap on your left shoulder.

Your wild, lust-driven eyes has him foible, knees buckling from how they still look innocent even as you’re about to approach an occurrence that’s so unholy. Eddie bends a little, smiling up at you. And you smile back, because he looks so pretty it’s insane.

He distracts you when he sucks hard on the valley of your breasts when his knife cuts the delicate strap. You gasp when he does so, feeling the split lace drop down to your shoulder. Eddie then guides the knife to the center, dipping the knife beneath where the spine presses on your skin, the edge pushing up to cut your bra in between.

“Shit,” he pulls the other strap down, throwing it to the ground. “Tits always so pretty, babe. Could stare at them for the rest of my life.”

The bevel of his knife rests on your thigh as Eddie takes his time to suck on your nipples. You moan, squirming when he suckles hard. He bites on the pebbled buds, treats the right tit with the same pressure. You whimper when he doesn’t stop doing this, the feeling of someone hearing excites you more than it scared you yesterday.

He breaks away when he’s pleased enough. Eddie kisses up to your swollen lips, unsynchronized kisses from the heavy breathing you both emit.

Eddie flips the knife so he’s holding the blade, the handle drawing down to your inner thigh. His left hand pushes your underwear to the side, handle tracing your wet cunt. You moan against his lips, eyebrows furrowing at the unusual feeling.

He teasingly penetrates your hole, chuckling when you buck your hips closer. “You want me to push it in?”

“Fuck me with it,” you groan. “C’mon, baby. Do it,”

And he does. He slowly pushes the handle in, the shape uncomfortable, but makes you feel half-full. The cold steel makes you buck your hips a bit, makes Eddie stay still as he waits for you to become comfortable. “You alright, sweetheart?”

You nod. “Yeah,” Eddie kneels to press a kiss on your navel. “Fuck me now, please.”

“Alright, baby,” he kisses your inner thigh, a mark where he’s going to carve his initials later. Eddie begins to thrust it in your squelching cunt, the sound better than all the metal that blasts his ears to deafness. The ridges press on your walls, every thrust melts your un-comfort into a grotty bliss.

The other hand rubs figure-eight on your clit, switches between hard pressures and a feather-light touch. It drives you insane because he’s not using his tongue, instead lets it lick his famished mouth. You throw your head back, knees buckling from the lack of leverage. Your hands leave the table to run through Eddie’s wild curls, tugging in a way that makes him moan.

“Fuck, Eddie,”

“Yeah, you like that?” he bites on your thigh, spreads them apart by placing the left leg on his shoulder. “Filthy girl. Hawkins precious cheerleader’s into knives? Letting their precious freak fuck her greedy pussy with the handle, huh?”

You nod, pushing his head closer though he doesn’t do anything. Eddie can smell your arousal from the close proximity, thrusts the handle faster and deeper into your cunt until it stops at the flipper.

“Close,” your hand goes to his wrist, making him pull the handle out. “Want-want you to carve it, now. Then fuck me with your fingers, please.”

Eddie smiles. “You’re nice today, baby. Love your manners.” He nips at your skin. “You’re not a brat like the usual. But I do love it when you’re being demanding sometimes.”

He lifts you to sit on the table, pushing your legs apart until it can no longer move. Eddie licks the arousal off the handle before wiping it on his jeans, flipping it so he’s holding the handle again, tapping the tip on your inner thigh. You shiver in excitement.

“It’s gonna hurt, okay? Like, a lot,” he keeps on pressing kisses on the spot he’s going to use, like he thinks it would be his own anesthesia. “Are you really sure about this?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, breathing heavily. “Dude, just push it in!”

“Don’t call me dude,” he tuts. “Anything but dude.”

“Okay, freak,”

You don’t let the moan from him go unteased. Quietly gasping, you look down at him with wide eyes. Eddie shyly hides his face on your thigh, shaking his head preciously.

“You like that?”

“Don’t – No I don’t.”

“Babe, you moaned.”

“You’re gonna make fun of me,” he squints his eyes at you. “Now shut up or I’m carving a penis on your thigh.”

He taps the tip. One, two, three for good measure before he gently pushes it in. You feel the excruciating phenomenon of the knife delve minimally inside your inner thigh, the alloy lodged in between what's the skin and flesh. The pain pulsates through you like a deafening bass, maims your thigh to throb until it creates tears that sting your eyes. It’s a slim penetration, barely a centimeter in, but it splits your skin open until blood percolates. You hiss, cry quietly when Eddie begins moving.

“I got you baby,” he sits up and crashes his lips on yours, wiping your tear away. Eddie pulls away to kiss each of your cheeks, repetitively, knife moving ever so slowly to shape his name. “You alright? Does it hurt? We can stop.”

“I can handle it,” you push his shoulders down until he kneels again. Eddie’s eyes tear away from yours, flitting to the wound he’s creating on your thigh. The touch of his unoccupied hand is utterly emollient, thumb caressing your skin in hopes to numb the pain away, because his lenient strokes are nothing compared to the blade’s puncture.

He’s on his first line, and he’s got six left. When Eddie starts on the second, he coaxes you through by muttering sweet nothings against your sweating skin. The blood drips down on the table, fraternizes with the arousal you leaked earlier. He licks the blood up, the feeling of his tongue on your tongue painfully gratifying.

“Ah-…shit,” you exhale. The pain withers into nothingness, a dull adulation to Eddie’s success in relaxing you to his cuts. Putting his dexterity into use, Eddie uses his left hand to trace your hole, still leaking of arousal, and pushes it inside your swell cunt.

“Still wet, baby? Even after I cut you?” He’s on his third line, while pushing two fingers inside your cunt as he does it. You moan lowly, running a hand through his tangled hair, pushing the lone strands away from his forehead.

His fingers go fast inside you, not stopping even when you’d coated his slender fingers with your pearlescent seed. It’s gotten to the point that your pussy makes obscenely wet sounds loud enough to be heard outside the room. Eddie’s lapping up the blood that’s leaking from your thigh, finger fucks you until he’s on his last two lines.

Unstoppable fingers make you moan. His rings glim brighter than they used to, probably in need of deep washing as it is now stained with your juices. They curl inside you just in the right way, galvanizing your g-spot evermore. The puddle beneath you turns into a pretty shade of pink as your cum mingles with the dripping blood.

“Faster,”

And he obeys. With the knife moving slowly, his left moves fast – unfathomably fast – arm shaking from the exuberant libido his fingers perform. You let out a long, loud moan, until it breaks into high-pitched whines and short moans, lower abdomen burning white until you begin spurting out liquids like yesterday, gushing everywhere that it stains your wound.

Eddie pulls his lips away from your thigh and sucks on your clit, tongue lapping on your gushing juices like a cat. He pulls his fingers away, dipping his tongue inside your contracting hole before he removes it.

“Shit,” his fingers spread your labia open, “sweets, you’re all swollen. Your cum’s fucking leaking on the table. God, looks so fucking filthy.”

“You like filthy,” you pull on his hair. Eddie moves upwards, presses a harsh kiss against your lips as he finishes the letter M. “You fucking love filthy.”

He bends down and with one last suckle on your wound, the initials E.M. enrich your skin in a grotesquely exquisite mien. The corners painted with dried blood and his saliva, maybe a bit of your arousal. Eddie plants one last, chaste kiss on your wound before he comes up to kiss you.

You take the knife from him when Eddie pulls away to suck the cum off his fingers.

Pushing him away, you tug on his jeans, almost ripping it off. Eddie helps you and discards them, bringing his boxers with so now you’re both standing in front of each other with his cock erect and swell on his stomach. You push Eddie until his back hits the edge of the table, and you exuberantly kneel in front of him.

You don’t suck his cock yet – you relish the sight in front of you with a dumb slacked jaw. Eddie looks down at you, thrust his hips until his tip disappears in your mouth.

“Keep my cock warm for me, would you? While you cut me up?” he cups your face between his thumb and fingers. Eddie pulls his cock away, purses his lips before he spits in your mouth. “Keep it in your mouth like a good slut.”

Filthy benevolence driven by the ascendancy of Eddie, you suck on his cock for a while. You jerk him off with your left hand, enclosing your cheeks around his thick girth, head gagging you when it hits the back of your throat.

It draws a hearty groan from the man above you, loud and deep. It turns you on, makes you really wet that it stings worse than your cut. Eddie fucks your face before you stay pliant, and position the knife on top of his thigh.

The sight of the knife digging into skin is more grotesque than it felt. Like painting crimson on a plain canvas when his flesh cleaves open and exposes his thick fluid. The perfidious knife draws the first pattern of your initial, and Eddie hisses above you. 

He thrusts deeper that your nose grazes the curls on top of his cock. You gag around him, feeling your saliva drip down your neck to your naked body, his irate head filling your throat.

Eddie’s blood smears on his opalescent skin, your initials carved smaller than his because you’re afraid of stabbing his thigh. His hand cups your cheeks, rubbing the tears away with a drunken smile.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” your other hand fondles with his balls. It makes Eddie throw his head back with a loud moan. “Think you can move while carving?”

You nod eagerly against his cock. You relax your jaw and begin moving your mouth around him, eyes flitting between his heavy, dazed eyes and the knife that jabs on his skin.

The initials are nearly done, bobbing your head faster. With your left hand jerking his cock and twisting, you take gradual sucks on his head to his shaft, popping away to lick his balls to his head, feeling his vein on your thick muscle before you lick his slit.

Eddie moans, meeting your bobs with yearning thrusts. He’s fucking your face like you both wanted. “Fuck, that’s it baby. So good. Doing so fucking good. You enjoy my cock?”

He’s unpleased when you merely nod. Eddie pulls on your hair. “Answers, baby,” he demands.

“Yes,” you gasp. “I love your big fucking cock, Eddie.” You lick his tip, twisting your tongue around the helmet. “Love how big it is it can’t even fit in this fucking mouth, baby.”

He lets you go and pushes his cock deeper in your mouth. “Yeah, so fucking greedy,” Eddie grunts.

Even with your initials done, you don’t stop sucking his dick. You suck the life out of it, twitching cock heralds the forthcoming of his orgasm. You nibble at every ridge of his veins before you lick everywhere on his cock.

Placing the knife on the table behind him to pull away from his twitching dick and suck on the blood oozing on the uneven slit. You lick up every last drop of his blood, and trail your way upwards with small kisses like remedies to the painful cut. You treat his body the same way he treats yours – leaving love bites across his alabaster skin.

Eddie kisses your cheek, then your neck. “Good girl. Good, good girl, baby.”

He sits down on the table, grasping at your waist and urges you to sit on him. You grind on his hard cock, shaft wet with your saliva that now amalgamates with your arousal and cum from earlier. You both moan, stupidly loud, as Eddie helps you rest your knees on either side of his thighs on top of the table.

“You’re so beautiful,” he declares against your lips. “So, so pretty, sweetheart. Gonna ride my cock now?”

“Please,” you grip his cock tight in your burning hand, raising to position his head until you sink down.

His bare cock stretches your overstimulated pussy. Eddie’s cock buried deep inside your cunt becomes the last segment of the freakshow, your light bounces emitting skin slapping that is the invisible crowd’s applaud. Skin on skin, wound to wound does it feel heavenly to be fucked raw by his cock that you both know is yours, and your pussy warming his known to be owned by Eddie.

Blood mingled with unjust arousal banes your wounds. You wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck, nails scratching his back while his portray nipple clamps as they unbearably fondle with your breasts. You ride his cock out of its strength, pushing each bulging vein on your tight walls.

“Pussy’s so fucking tight,” he laughs out, biting your shoulder. “Fucking snug around my cock, baby, ‘s like you were made for me,”

And you were. You apprentice on every crime; on every pornographic show. Immodesty fulfilled by the blood spilt on the table that fuses with your arousals. You bounce on him, draw up until his head’s all that’s left inside you, before you drop down on his cock again.

You scratch on his biceps with ludicrous moans. Eddie’s fingers reach down between you to rub your clit, spitting salacious words in your ear he’s sure he’d burn in hellfire for. “Look at you, doing all the work. You earned this, baby, letting me carve my name on your thigh. Because you love being owned by me, don’t you. Fuck yeah, you do.”

You grind and you bounce, a hand behind you to stabilize your back. With a hand around his neck and the other behind you on top of his knee, Eddie forms as your chair as you lean back to drive his cock deeper inside your cunt.

You feel your orgasm drive again, like roses thrown at your feet as the applauding gets louder. Eddie lets out whines and moans, smiles when you repeat the same broken, high-pitched whimpers. “I’m close, baby.”

Eddie pushes your chest to him, his right hand caressing your wound. You hug your arms around your boyfriend, grinding slowing down as he begins thrusting upwards to make up from the fucking that wore you out.

He moans out loud, face scrunched into a rhapsodic culmination.

A few thrusts left, five slams on your spot and you’re spilling all over his cock. Eddie spurts his ropes inside you, sees his head bulge on your navel. His hand guides yours to press on the head that’s seen. He thrusts upward, swallowing your moan with an open-mouthed kiss.

“Tired?” Eddie kisses the space between your eyebrows. You pant heavily, resting your cheek on his sweaty chest.

“Super,” you chuckle. “Super fucking worn out, baby.”

“Alright sweetheart,” he lifts you up, sits you down on the table. Eddie wraps your legs around his waist, and he hugs you, tightly, like he’s afraid of letting you go.

“You know, this’ll be a sexy scar,” you trace your carving on his thigh. “Really fucking hot. But I’m worried if we broke up and you meet someone knew, she’s gonna see these and she’s going to wonder who’s initials are those.”

You trace the tattoo bats on his arm. Eddie presses a kiss on your hairline, running a hand through your damp hair. “We’re not gonna break up. I love you too much.”

“I love you, too.”

“And if we do, I’ll just tattoo a penis over this one with like, bats around it.”

It earns him a smack on the chest.

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Could you imagine going on a late night walk with Eddie and you get to the lake and no one’s there and ofc he looks so good you just can’t resist giving him a blowjob???

both characters are over 18, warning for smut

The knock on your door doesn’t surprise you in the least. You’re already dressed, if you can consider pyjama pants and an oversized hoodie dressed. Eddie usually knocked on your door in the late hours of the day, when he knew you would be wide awake on the couch. Sometimes he would come in, but your favourite times were always when he told you to get your shoes on.

“C’mere.” He tugs at you as you slip your shoes on. His hands are warm as the cold air nips your nose. Your hoodie is one of his, so it does it’s job of keeping you warm.

“Hi Ed.” You kiss him in greeting. He tastes like coffee but you don’t comment on how late it is to be drinking caffeine.

“Hi sweetheart.” He interlocks your fingers as he leads the way out of your neighbourhood. It’s a peaceful night and you don’t talk much on the walk to the lake. Neither of you had a lot of free time, so it was nice to relax when spending time together.

You often ended up at Lover’s lake on this late night walks. You supposed it was the calming scent of the water that drew Eddie in, pulling you along with him. What he didn’t know if all you cared about was the way the moonlight illuminated his pretty face.

“Let’s sit here for a minute okay?” You mumble to Eddie, tugging him down with you. You’re on the edge of the forest with a perfect view of the lake. He offers no complaint, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Did you have a good day at work?” You ask, voice muffled as you press your face into his chest.

“It wasn’t too bad. Long as hell though.” He rubs your back as you scoot impossibly closer to him.

“You shouldn’t work so hard. Isn’t good for you.” You press a kiss to his jaw and his gaze shifts from the water to your face.

“It’s not so bad.” He denies, but his face tells a different story. You knew that some days it all got to be too much for him. That he just wanted to curl up and sleep for a million years. You couldn’t give him that, but you could help him relax tonight.

“Lemme make you feel good?” You practically whisper as you climb into his lap and straddle him. He leans back just a little to rest against the tree behind him as his eyes scan the area behind you. When he confirms you two are alone, he nods and places a kiss on your lips.

“Alright sweetheart. I’ll pay you back later alright?” He offers, ever the gentleman. You start to undo his pants, his hardness already straining against the fabric.

“Fuck…” He whispers under his breath as you gently stroke his cock. You’ve been with Eddie long enough to know exactly what drives him crazy. You run your tongue over the tip, basking in the soft gasp he makes at the feeling.

“How are you so good at this…” He mumbles, pushing some of your hair back as you take more of him into your mouth. Eddie does his best to let you lead but he can’t help the way he gently presses your head down.

“You can take it baby, I know you can.” He remarks as your eyes flick up to him. You allow him to take control as he moves your head up and down his shaft. His eyes squeeze shut as he focuses on the feeling of your mouth around him. He looks so pretty like this you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, mind filling with thoughts of him underneath you. But you focus on this for now, running your tongue along the underside of his cock.

“God…” He tosses his head back, hips starting to fuck into your mouth. You’re prepared for it of course, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth as he cums. You swallow as much as you can, using your tongue to clean him off as he pants.

“Such a good girl…” There’s a fucked out look in his eyes as you tuck his cock back into his pants and climb back into his lap. You rest your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

“I love you Ed.”

“I love you too sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.”

i imagine eddie working out in his room like doing push-ups, pulls ups, AND he’s shirtless😭😭but he’s doing it secretly and reader walk into his room and he gets all flustered and embarrassed but reader thinks it’s the hottest things she’s ever seen GOD

this post is 18+, minors dni.

If you had to guess, you'd say that Eddie is a little bit insecure. Not that he should be, you like him just the way he is, but you're friends with some of Hawkins' athletes, and at times Lucas seems to have bigger arms than your boyfriend does.

It doesn't bother you, but you think it might bother him a little. He starts wearing longer sleeves instead of his worn out muscle tanks, and you miss being able to stick your greedy fingers through the gaped sleeves to grab at his stomach. He's also started dissuading you from looking under his bed, which you think is suspicious because you already know about the porn magazines under there. Whatever he's hiding must be worse, and you're a little nervous to tell the truth. You have half a mind to ask Wayne if he's noticed anything odd lately, but you don't get the chance to because he's already gone for work by the time you get to Eddie's trailer for the day.

Eddie had said he was busy with work, so you assume he's halfway across town with sixteen pizzas in the back of his van to deliver. You decide to check beneath his bed, at the risk of ruining a possible birthday surprise, and you trek towards his bedroom with worry set low in your stomach.

His door is closed; that's an even worse sign. He doesn't have anything to hide from you or Wayne, you both know about his less-than-conventional 'side job'. When you twist the knob it opens, but slams into something hard, and you hear a familiar voice hiss 'ouch!'.

You rush into the small gap that you'd made with the door, finding Eddie on his hands and knees on the carpet. He's wearing a tank and his gym shorts, showing off his slightly trembling arms as he stumbles to his feet.

"What-" He grunts, eyes blown wide in panic, cheeks colored from exhaustion, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" You counter, eyeing him up and piecing clues together, "Were you working out?"

"No!" He snaps, chest heaving with both adrenaline from being caught, and fatigue from his exercise, "I'm- I was just cleaning my room."

There's something undeniably attractive about his look right now. Frizzy hair pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, red cheeks, shaky limbs, and chest heaving.

"On the floor," You narrow your eyes, "Sweaty and shaking?"

"I- That's not... yes." He doubles down with a huff, "I'm trying to get gum off of my carpet. It's hard work."

"Gum," You repeat, and he nods stiffly, "Oh, shut up."

He rears his head backwards in slight shock at your tone, but you don't give him the chance to process it before you're lunging for him. You feel like jumping him, and maybe that's what you're doing as you push him back towards his bed, your mouth firmly over his own. He lets out a muffled cry into the kiss as he falls backwards, bouncing on the mattress while you kick a foot beneath the bed.

The arch of your foot hits weights, and everything makes sense.

"Fuck," You hiss, crawling over top of him on the bed. He's looking half bewildered and half aroused, already chubbing up in his workout gear, "You've been working out?"

"Yeah," He finally admits, voice and breath shaky together, "I- I just thought that it might be nice to get a little bigger. Like- my arms, my- my muscles."

He seems mortified admitting it, but your thumb is already slipping beneath the hem of his tank top, brushing along his bare stomach. He shivers at the contact, and you dip down to kiss him again.

"That's hot," You decide, both thumbs now stroking at his waistline. His hips stutter, jerking up into your grip when you hit a particularly sensitive spot, and his breath hitches into the kiss that you press to his lips.

"Really?" He asks, lips already spit-slicked.

You nod, kissing his jaw, "Totally. Can I watch?"

He laughs, a sharp, breathy sound, "Babe- mm, fuck," You nip lightly at his neck, kissing the mark after, "You can watch me work out every day if you're gonna maul me like this."

LOVEEE

I’M HOME, SWEETHEART. eddie munson.

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summary: they say home is where the heart is but eddie’s home and heart is you.

warnings: just fluff and love! lovesick eddie! profanities and very slight suggestiveness. gif credits to @his-name-is-ed.

word count: 2.2k

“i’m home, sweetheart!”

never once did eddie go home without making his arrival known, not when he finally has someone to go home to. it’s a gesture of simplicity, yet it carries a deep feeling of intimacy and saccharine for him.

you two went through hell and back trying to save up for your own place, your home — for your life together — but it was all worth it in the end because now you have a dainty apartment in michigan, stable jobs, and food on the table. it’s far from hawkins and its dark secrets but not far enough for dustin and the gang not to visit.

he groans softly as he locks the door, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension, eyes momentarily closing. he lets the strap of his guitar bag slide down from his arm, alleviating the digging into his skin. and then —

CRASH! — eddie stumbles over an ottoman that he swore was never there before. he stands up straight and scans the room. it was redecorated. he sighs, shuffling around the new arrangement of the apartment.

“eddie?” 

eddie turns around to find you in a shirt twice your size, you were rubbing the sleep out of your eyes — and then with the pitter-patter of feet and the jingling of a bell, your dog runs towards him, greeting him with a pushing weight on his legs.

“sorry, did i wake you?” eddie frowns, rubbing the spot behind willow’s ears as he gestures to the living room. “didn’t know our interior designer came to visit.”

you smile sheepishly, squishing your face against his chest as you hug him. he pulls you closer, planting a kiss on the crown of your head. your words come out muffled, “i missed you today, had to get my mind off things for a while.”

“s’okay, sweetheart. i missed you, too, so much,” he mumbles, slowly swaying you in place. “but next time, tell me, yeah? nearly kissed the ground before i could even kiss your pretty lips.”

you laugh softly, pulling away from his embrace to give him a kiss, a quick one that issues a whine of protest from your boyfriend. “take a shower and then we can kiss all you want. you smell like mike’s socks.”

eddie grumbles, tugging your arm to give you another kiss; seconds longer and sweeter until he has to pull away to breathe. eddie wishes he didn’t have to so he kisses you again. “go back to bed, baby, i’ll be with you before you know it.”

and true to his word, eddie walks into your shared bedroom, fresh out of the shower. you look up at him from the solace of the warm duvet. your head is the only thing peeking out. it’s cute.

“aren’t you looking very comfortable?” he grins as you make grabby hands at him. he flops down the bed with a bounce, wrapping you in his arms.

“much better,” you sigh in contentment.

he tilts up your chin to give you a kiss, ever so soft and slow; no one’s in a rush, it’s all at the moment, one of which eddie wishes to live in forever. there’s a hint of morose gnawing at his chest — the thought of how he could just spend every waking and sleeping hour with you in his arms.

he thinks of how the world can be cruel by depriving him of the time to spend more with you. instead, he gets stuck day after day in a stinking bar with drunkards who do not appreciate the art of metal — aside from the owner, mrs. duran, who loves their setlist. bless her heart.

he does believe in the saying ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’. it does, it really does. he finds himself missing you, thinking of you, yearning for you. 

but then he thinks of your beautiful smile — and maybe another thing — and it’s enough motivation for him to get through his day and get home to you.

being lovesick is an incurable disease, he thinks, vastly lethal when it’s with the right person. there is no cure, but even if there is, eddie will not as much blink an eye for it. he’s been with you for three years and counting, and his love for you has never faltered — like poison, it grew, it spread, it flourished — but it isn’t as ruthless as death, no. it gives him life, it gives him love. 

it’s everything every person can ever dream of; finding the love that makes everything make sense as if it has all along. 

and eddie, who up until this moment marvels over his felicity, has just so happened to find both friendship and love in you. he’s the happiest he’s ever been, starting from the moment he met you, it never wavered.

he drapes the blanket over the two of you and turns the lamp off, enveloping you in darkness.

“i love you, eddie.”

“i love you, sweetheart.” not i love you, too — i love you. because he did not need you to say it for him to support the idea that he loves you. it’s not a too, it’s not an also, it’s not an as well; it’s i love you. 

it’s a declaration that is instilled within the abyss of our hearts. therefore it should be veritable as it is brought out only by the intensity of our affection — felt to such a visceral degree. it’s the coup de grace of every profession of love ever made. 

“more than your guitar?” you tease sleepily.

eddie scoffs, “let’s not go that far, babe.”

you chuckle, placing your head above his chest to listen to his heartbeat. thump… thump… thump…

“i’m kidding, baby. i love you…” he repeats, this time softer as he slowly succumbs to sleep and the dreams of you.

sunlight trickles through the window pane of the bedroom, sheathing a warm kiss on eddie’s skin. he groans softly, mindlessly patting around for you only to find your side of the bed cold and empty.

he yawns, rising from the bed with a stretch to wake his sleeping limbs. he shuffles out of the room, picking up the discarded socks on the floor. he makes a detour around the room, shooting the deserted clothes in the hamper.

eddie doesn’t mind it, really. no matter how many times you forget to pick up your socks or put your shoes in the rack, he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

he wouldn’t have a place to call home if it didn’t have even a trace of you in it. the place will simply be called a house or an apartment, but not a home. it would be undeserving of that title if it doesn’t have your clothes lying around, or you spontaneously rearranging the furniture, baking cookies, dancing in the kitchen, or sleeping with him in his bed. 

it shows signs of living, of laughter, of loving. with pictures gracing the mantelpiece, a sweater of yours thrown over the couch, and your diverse album records that are mixed with his — it paints the perfect home for him.

he finds you on the balcony, a mug of coffee in hand.

you feel him before you see him, arms making their way around your waist. eddie presses soft kisses on your neck, trailing from your cheeks and up to your forehead. he puts your coffee cup on the table, turning you around to kiss you on the lips.

“good morning, gorgeous,” he whispers, smiling at the feeling of you against him. his cold hands slip under your shirt and you jump at the temperature, pulling away from him.

“cold!” you chastise him, placing his hands over your shirt instead.

“but that’s why i need you to heat ‘em up for me,” he whines, trying to sneak them back under again, lightly brushing them higher… and higher… until…

“eddie!” you smack his hands away, laughing at his poor attempts. you look down at your sock-clad feet and his bunny slippers-clad ones. it didn’t fit even half of it, his heels were poking out. “...are those my slippers?”

he models them. “you like ‘em? they’re new.”

“yeah, it looks better on you.” you tease, grabbing your coffee cup from the table and his hand with the other, dragging him back inside. “c’mon, let’s make some breakfast.”

“what do you mean?” he asks in faux confusion, pulling you in the direction of the bedroom. “i’m right here, woman! here’s your breakfast — bon appétit, ma chérie.”

“you’re insufferable!” you laugh, pushing him away.

“you’re telling me you don’t want a piece of this?” he gestures to himself and when you shake your head ‘no’, he dramatically falls back onto the couch, clutching his chest as if he was shot. “how shall i live knowing thou love of my life no longer desires me and my di-?” 

“woah!” you interrupted with an incredulous laugh, pulling him up on his feet. “that’s enough, romeo,”

“-displays of affection.” eddie finishes with a pointed look. he teasingly squints his eyes at you and he clicks his tongue. “what were you thinking, you perv?”

you playfully roll your eyes at him, making your way towards the kitchen. “we need some eggs, by the way. can you drop by the store to get some?”

“if i get a kiss, i would.”

“i’ll give you two.”

“deal,” he grins, immediately sauntering towards you. he tugs you by your waist and gives you a sweet kiss and two and three, and then more.

you pull away, patting his cheek. “i said two.”

“you gave me more anyway,” he quips, giving your butt a quick smack. “be back in a second, sweetcheeks.”

“i’m home, sweetheart!”

eddie groans at the smell of bacon, immediately making a sharp left to the kitchen. he places the box of eggs on the counter and stands behind you, chin resting on your shoulder. “smells amazing.”

you smile, looking away from the pan for a moment to start preparing the eggs when —

“OW!” eddie yelped, pulling away from the bacon he was trying to steal. he blows at the burn prickling his fingers, hissing at the sting.

“idiot! why would you get it from the pan? it’s hot!” you scold him, a laugh escaping your lips as you turn the stove off.

“i know that now.” he glares at you before his face contorts into a puppy dog look. he pouts at you, burned hand extending towards you. “i need you to kiss it better.”

you scoff in mock disbelief, turning your back to him as you fix up the eggs, stove back on.

“y/n,” he drags out, like a child having a temper tantrum. “you’re being mean. what if i die, huh? what if the burn spreads through my body and i get a heat stroke? it will be too late! — you have to tell dustin i love him but he will never have my d&d set.”

“you fucking drama queen.” you poke his side, grabbing his hand and giving it soft kisses. “s’that good now?”

“i think it needs more, doc,” eddie sighs dramatically and puckers his lips. “here, too, or else i’ll die of lack of air!”

“lack of air?” you laugh in disbelief. “how is that-”

“because you! you are the air that i breathe…” he pretends as if it was his last breath before he theatrically falls to the ground, eyes closed and tongue poking out as though proclaimed dead.

you snort in amusement, softly kicking at his side. “c’mon, munson, stand up and i’ll give you a proper kiss.”

and just like that, he’s standing straighter than he ever was before. you lean on the tips of your toes, holding his face in your hands as you smother him with kisses. i love you i love you i love you — you whisper in every butterfly kiss. i love you i love you i love you — you continue to say it.

eddie smiles at your affection. he used to believe he was undeserving of love — your love to be exact; your soft and loving love. it was beautiful. it was like no other. he believes he’s living in a fairytale except there were no adventures, no strife — it was just straight to happily ever after. 

your smile parallels his; soft and lovelorn. you pull him closer, kiss him on the lips, and it's just as magical as every other one you had before — its spark never losing its touch. it still makes your hearts flutter, cheeks warm, minds fuzzy.

i love you i love you i love you — eddie whispers in between kisses. and fucking shit, was it true. he would give up everything if it meant stopping time just to be in the moment with you. be it that moment, the night before, or the day after this — he doesn’t care which moment it will be because every moment with you is a moment he will cherish for eternity.

with you, he is home and you will forever be his as he is yours. he is home. your home.

he’s home, sweetheart.

“do you smell burning?”

“fUCK THE EGGS- !”

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Domestic Bliss - Eddie Munson x Reader

WC: 2.2K / navi / preview / request

Summary: Eddie keeps you company during your nightly skincare routine, and it leads to the most domestically intimate moment that you've ever shared with him.

Contents/Warnings: eddie calls reader 'princess' once, otherwise no other mentions of possible gender. tooth-rotting fluff, domestic!eddie and his lovesick smile <333

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You’re filling the sink with warm water when Eddie peers into the bathroom, surveying the mass of products on the counter.

“Woah,” He lets out a breathy chuckle, “What are those?”

“Skincare products.” You pluck your washcloth from the sink, “I’m washing my face.”

You punctuate your sentence by pressing the dripping washcloth to your face, water running down your forearms. It’s messy, but it works, and your face is properly wet for the soap you need to use.

Eddie’s intrigued, by what you’re not sure, but he slips behind you and sits on the lid of the toilet. He watches you as you pump a small dollop of soap into your hand, scrunching your eyes shut before lathering it over your face. You can’t see, your soap dripping slightly into your eyes from how messy the application process was, but you don’t miss much, just more staring from Eddie.

You scrub your nails down your skin, the rough surface of the washcloth not having cleared away enough gunk from the day. It hurts, and you wince slightly as the slashes over your face sting.

You jolt as, from the silence beside you, a soft, high-pitched, ‘boop’ is let out right beside your ear. Eddie is evidently standing behind you, reaching around your front to tap a finger against your sudsy nose. When you rear back out of shock you run into his chest, broad and warm as the soap on your face chills you.

“You scared me,” You breathe, laughing shakily, “You just came out of nowhere.”

“Well if you didn’t get so much soap in your eyes,” Eddie grumbles, dipping a thumb into the water and brushing bubbles away from your lashes, “Maybe you’d be able to see.”

As you’re washing the soap off, once again soaking the counter and your sleeves, he holds something up beside you, “What’s this?”

You can’t see what it is yet, your eyes and mouth dangerously close to getting soap in them. So you stay silent, holding up a single finger.

“‘Looks like a… potion or something,” He muses, and when you finally clear the soap from your face you turn to see him holding up one of your moisturizers. Admittedly, the bottle is oddly-shaped and intricately designed, and it would be something straight out of a fantasy world if it wasn’t filled with lotion.

You giggle softly at his naivety, applying your toner, “Eddie, it’s moisturizer.”

He raises an eyebrow, “And.. what is that?”

“It’s in the name…” Your brows dip in concern, “It.. moisturizes you?”

“Right.” He mutters, gnawing on his lower lip as he looks over the bottle once more, flipping it back and forth in his hands. “Can I have this?” He holds up the bottle, “Not the shit inside. Just, like, the bottle? When you’re done with it?”

You pluck it out of his hands, throwing away the cotton pad that you’d soaked in toner. You dip your finger into the bottle and he watches intently as it comes back up smeared with white lotion, slightly translucent, that you spread over your face. 

“I guess,” You shrug, spreading the cream around your face, “I don’t think I’ll run out of it any time soon, but you can have the bottle when I do.

“Thanks, babe.” Eddie grins at you, and even though your eyes are still stinging slightly from the soap, you stare intently at him, drinking in his giddiness.

You tap a dot of the moisturizer on your nose, a dot on your forehead, one for each cheek, and finally your chin. Part of one of the cheek splotches smears towards your nose as you apply it, sloppy coverage from how slippery your hands are. 

It makes Eddie snort amusedly, “That kinda looks like-”

“I know what it looks like, Eddie!” You cut him off, desperately trying to avoid his dirty mind. He loves getting you flustered, it’s one of his favorite things, and tonight is no different.

His grin grows, watching you furiously spread the lotion over your face, desperate to clear away any of the visible substance. He stays silent to let you have a little bit of peace, observing you fondly, but when it’s fully rubbed in he pipes back up.

“What’s that?” He cocks his head to the side, his hair bouncing slightly as he does so. You turn the label on the jar around to face him, offering a simple ‘Eye Cream’ as his explanation.

“Eye cream…” Eddie’s nose wrinkles in confusion and slight apprehension, “For, like.. In your eyes?”

“No!” You drag the word out with a giggle, swatting at his hand that’s fiddling with your other beauty products. He’s acting like a kid in a toy shop, holding everything and inspecting it to satiate his curiosity.

“It goes under your eye.” You explain, swiping a dollop of the cream out of the jar and smearing it under both of your eyes, “It helps with dark circles, you just rub it in and-”

Eddie stands abruptly, his hands reaching for your wrists and pulling your hands away from your face. You watch him silently, an eyebrow raised in confusion, but your questions are answered almost immediately.

Eddie’s hands come up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs landing just under your eyes. He slowly starts working the cream into your skin, his tongue poking out in a display of the intense concentration he’s applying to the task at hand. His thumbs are warm against your skin, gentle in their soothing strokes, and you’re certain he’s taking much longer than he needs to. His fingers grow sticky, no longer slick with cream. He seems to realize this, but neither of you want to relinquish the contact, so he stays. 

He cups your cheeks so tenderly you can feel the love radiating from him. It’s evident in his eyes, sparkling with wonder. In the soft, lovesick smile on his face that grows the longer his eyes bore into yours. In the warmth radiating through your body the longer he leaves his hands on your cheeks. 

You’re sure you’ve never felt more loved. He tells you he loves you every day, almost obsessively. When you leave, when you’re getting dressed in the morning, when you’re making him lunch, when you close your eyes at the end of the night. He shows you he loves you, when he wraps you up in his jacket on a chilly day, when he carries your bags for you, when he makes you dinner (read: tries to make you dinner). You always feel loved, but this is different; it’s suffocating, intimate. 

Emotions are oozing from you, sticky sweet as they coat the two of you. You’re sure your eyes are heart-shaped, and the way that Eddie’s looking at you produces the same effect. The contentment that fills your chest, overflowing and spilling out of you while he holds your face, makes you surer than ever that you want to spend the rest of your life with Eddie. You’re in love, helplessly, hopelessly in love, and you know Eddie is too.

You voice your thoughts, even though you weren’t sure there were any words you could use to convey their true depths, “I love you, Eddie.”

“‘Love you too, princess. So fuckin’ much,” He breathes, keeping his voice low and soft so as not to dissolve the intimacy you’re blanketed in, “That.. that doesn’t even cover it. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else, more than anyone has ever loved anyone else.”

The uncharacteristic romantic monologue from him has your heart impossibly swelling, fit to burst in your chest and beating out of your ribcage. 

“I know, Eddie.” You nod, his hands never slipping from your cheeks, “I know, I can feel it. And I feel the same way. You’re.. You’re my everything.”

He lets out a shaky sigh, a hushed, ‘Baby,’ slipping from his lips before he brings you into his chest. Only one of his hands abandons your face, the other still firmly in place as he wraps the first around your waist. 

Your eyes drift shut naturally as you nuzzle your free cheek into his chest. The worn material of his hellfire shirt offers the perfect cushion over his chest as you relax into his embrace. It’s silence, it’s serenity, it’s love. He sways you gently back and forth in the cramped bathroom, all concern for the rest of your routine gone as he holds you. A strand or two of his messy hair dips down over his shoulders, hanging in front of your face. It doesn’t tickle you like it usually does, but you reminisce on the times it has as you melt in Eddie’s arms. 

Anytime he hovers over you, staring you down fondly, a few loose hairs always make it their business to ghost over your nose. You always chide him for it, berating him for not keeping hair ties on hand, but he claims that his mane is ‘too tough to tame’. A grin grows on your lips as you run through memories in your mind, and he feels it against his palm.

“What’cha smilin’ about, baby?” He queries, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“You.” You supply simply, peering up at him lovingly, “You make me smile.”

The fondness in his gaze is unmatched. He’s looking at you like a treasure, like a priceless gift given to him by the universe itself; a cosmic blessing. He treats you like one, too, his hands slipping to your hips and planting themselves firmly against the backs of your thighs. He scoops you off of your feet, setting you on the counter behind you beside your skincare products.

“I’m glad I make you smile.” He stands between your legs, his hands braced on the counter on either side of you, “It’s my favorite thing to see.”

“You’re my favorite thing to see.” You gloat giddily, love-drunk and mushy as a result of the domestic atmosphere.

“So cheesy,” He teases, but it’s not an insult. 

Affection drips from his words, and you nod in agreement. “Jus’ for you, Eddie.”

“Good.” He tilts his head up, jutting his chin out slightly, “‘Makes me feel special.”

“You are,” You barely get the words out before he’s leaning forwards, crowding you against the mirror behind you, “You’re the most special person I’ve ever-”

“Shh,” He doesn’t wait for you to finish, mumbling the words against your lips, “Kiss me.”

You do. His lips are on yours before you can even make the decision, soft and warm and plump. Your tongue juts out to lave slowly over the lower one, but no one makes any advances past that. You’re content where you are, kissing Eddie in the little bathroom adjacent to your shared bedroom. It’s your space, and Eddie is your love.

When he breaks away it’s to tilt his head forwards, resting his forehead against yours. You gaze dreamily into his eyes, even though it looks like he only has one with how close he is. You giggle softly at the image, your one-eyed boyfriend, and he’s laughing at you too, the silliness of the image adding to the intimacy of the moment.

“Okay,” He leaves one last firm kiss against your lips, slowly pulling away and looking down at the mess of products on the counter, “Which one next?”

“That one.” You point to your lip serum, “Goes on my lips. ‘S just a gloss, you can squeeze it on.”

He uncaps the tube of paste, squeezing experimentally and finding that it’s mostly empty. He finds a pocket of product near the bottom, working it up to the spout and holding it out in front of your face.

“Pucker up, baby.” He grins cheekily. You over-accentuate the gesture, giving him plenty of material to work with. He can’t help himself, leaning in to peck your lips one last time before putting the product on.  You giggle as he smears the gloss messily over your lips, using the rounded tip of the applicator to smooth it evenly over the skin there.

“Okay, rub ‘em together.” He commands, screwing the cap back on, “Anything else?”

You shake your head, too busy rubbing in the gloss on your lips to answer. He smiles proudly, taking the wet washcloth and squeezing it dry before draining the sink. He hastily pushes all of your products to the side of the counter, his version of ‘cleaning up’, and then stands expectantly in front of you.

“Ready?” He means for bed, the day long gone. You nod eagerly, reaching for him and wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you in with open arms, one under your butt and one around your back as you curl your legs around his waist. You’re clinging to him like a little koala, your face already nestled into his neck, lips staining his skin with sticky gloss. Nevertheless, it spreads a grin over his cheeks.

“Come on,” He starts for the door, flicking the light off in the bathroom as you exit and clutching you tighter against his chest, “Let’s go to sleep, baby.”

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corruption & body worship - e.m.

(gif not mine) eddie munson x fem!reader 

KINKTOBER DAY 2 - CORRUPTION & BODY WORSHIP

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 

all characters of age and are consenting adults, TW:  Oral (M&F receiving), fingering, teasing, pet names. *IF I’VE MISSED ANYTHING LET ME KNOW*

It was no secret that you’d been a virgin when the two of you’d met. Both of you’d had been, but Eddie had long since rotted his brain with nudie mags and tapes swiped from the back “restricted” section of Family Video or the metal mags he’d buy from the grungy little shop next to the Hideout before gigs, shoving them into the bottom of his guitar case for safe keeping during the show. But you’d been so innocent, so sweet, with little to no working knowledge of sex. You were a good girl and well, Eddie, he was the town freak. On paper you didn’t fit, but in person you two fit like two pieces of a puzzle. 

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heaven’s on fire - eddie munson

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie likes to think he corrupted you.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ ! a bit of a corruption kink, pet names, hair pulling, teasing, kissing, fingering (sorta), one slap, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it folks !!)

a/n: im so down bad for eddie im surprised i didnt put this out earlier

“Y’know Eddie, I’m starting to think you’re a bad influence.” 

Long fingers ran down your thigh, playing with the white hem of your skirt, inching it up to reveal more of your skin. 

“Now, what would make you think that, sweetheart?” He feigned disbelief, words muffled as he pressed kisses onto your warm neck. 

“Well, for one—hey, watch those fingers, Munson,” you scolded him, elbowing his ribs softly. “Making me sneak out for you? It's a bit crazy, don’t you think?” 

Eddie laughed against your skin, the sweet sound making a smile pull at the corners of your lips. “I’m so sorry angel, how dare I corrupt you!” His fingers ran up your side, a shriek escaping your lips as they dug into your waist. 

“Oh you’re an asshole, Munson!” 

“But you’re still in my bed, hm? My star cheerleader,” Eddie teased, pulling you closer into his chest and nipping at the junction between your neck and shoulder. He ran his tongue over the skin when you hissed in pain, soothing it with a kiss. 

You brought your hand up to his hair, tugging it softly. “I’m here totally against my will, by the way.” 

“Yeah, totally.” 

He continued pressing hot, open mouthed kisses onto your neck, his hand pulling your skirt up to the creases of your thighs, exposing the pink cotton panties you wore. The rings on his fingers felt cool against the increasing temperature of your skin, a shudder running through your body as he ghosted his fingertips across your mound. 

“Munson, don’t play around,” you breathed out. 

“C’mon, feelin’ needy already?” he asked teasingly. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” 

You pinched his jean clad thigh, eliciting a hiss from his mouth, his large hand coming down to slap your thigh in retaliation. 

“I swear to God I’ll leave, Munson,” you began, pushing yourself forward and off of his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey!” he exclaimed. “Patience goes a long way, angel.” He wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, bringing you flush against his chest. 

Eddie’s free hand pushed your skirt further up, the hunter green material bunched up around your stomach and leaving you exposed to him. You leaned your head back with a soft groan as he pushed your panties to the side, middle finger moving up and down your slit teasingly slow. 

Your head buzzed every time you felt his metal ring nudge against your clit, his Black Sabbath cassette playing softly in the background the only thing that kept you grounded as he added another finger. Bringing your hand down to his, you gripped it tightly as a silent plea for him to apply more pressure. 

“Don’t make me stop,” Eddie murmured into your shoulder, brown tendrils of hair falling near your face. “Relax.” 

“Please, Ed,” you begged, “give me something.”

“You’re so lucky I’m feeling nice today,” he mumbled, nimble fingers dragging your slick up to your clit, circling it softly. 

Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, you felt the muscles in your thighs tighten as he sped up his pace. “Oh shit, like that, Eddie.”

Wanton moans left your lips as he kept circling your bud, his fingers moving faster until you couldn’t do anything except grip his bed sheets. Flashes of heat rushed over your body like waves, the coil in your stomach feeling like it was so close to snapping—until he dragged his fingers away from you. 

Your eyes shot open, hands loosening from the sheets. “Eddie—fuck, I was so close!” you cried out. 

He scooted up the bed until his back hit the headboard, large hands maneuvering your body until you were facing him. Moving his hands to your ass, Eddie squeezed it roughly, cold rings digging into your hot flesh. 

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you sweetheart?” His voice was taunting, head tilted to the side as his eyes glinted beneath the dim bedroom lights. “C’mon, I wanna see you cum on my cock.” 

You paused, lips parted in disbelief for a moment before you placed your hands onto his shoulders, lifting your body up to rest your knees on either side of his thighs. The buckle of his belt clinked as he undid it, fingers moving skillfully to loosen it and unbutton his pants. Hearing his zipper lower was like music to your ears, eyes watching hungrily as he shoved his jeans down until you could see his briefs. 

He got them halfway down his thighs before your fingers pulled at the waistband of his briefs impatiently, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as his cock sprang free. 

“C’mon,” he murmured, bringing his hand onto your hip and squeezing it, “be good to me.” 

Giving him a few quick pumps, you scooched closer and raised your hips to lower yourself onto him, the stretching sensation drawing a loud moan from your lips. He watched the way your face twisted with pleasure as you took him all in, keeping a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. 

Bringing a hand up to your scalp, his fingers curled around your strands of hair as he pulled them. The action caused your mouth to open with a moan, and he took the opportunity to pull you into a fervent kiss, the clash of teeth and tongue making him smile against your lips. You tasted like mint chapstick and the strawberry lollipop you’d been sucking on earlier in the day, the odd combination intoxicating to Eddie. 

“Takin’ me so well honey,” he mumbled against your lips, hands moving beneath your pleated skirt to steady your hips as you found a rhythm. 

“You’re so—fuck, big,” you drawled, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“And you feel like heaven.” Eddie bit back a moan, his fingers gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises.

“Y’sure you know what that feels like?” you breathed out. 

Eddie’s head lulled back onto the headboard, eyes closed as a smirk pulled his pretty pink lips upward. “I feel it every time I’m in you, angel.”

A wave of heat rushed over you, skin feeling like it had been lit aflame with every word that left his mouth. You continued bouncing on him, back arched like a cat as incoherent mumbles and moans escaped from his parted lips. 

“Look at you,” he murmured, “so fucked out. Never thought I’d see you like this all those months ago.” 

You sucked in a deep breath, stomach tightening as you kept moving. “You made me this way, Munson,” you replied with a faint smile. “Absolutely corrupted me.” 

He let out a laugh, wrapping an arm around your midsection to bring you flush against his body. “And you’re stuck with me, sweetheart.” 

Holding up your skirt with one hand, he brought the other between you and ran his thumb up your slit, rubbing circles onto your clit. A broken moan sounded throughout the room as warmth bloomed beneath your skin, the sensation creating tingles that began at your toes and made their way up. 

Eddie began pistoning up into you as your movements became sloppier, chasing his own release while working on yours. Curls stuck to his temples with sweat, exposed forearms flexing and putting his various tattoos on full display. 

You clenched around him as your orgasm washed over you, thighs shaking and broken moans escaping your lips as he talked you through it, soft praises contrasting against his rough pace. The sensation was enough for him to cum right after you, warmth spreading inside of you as you caught your breath. 

Forehead dropping to rest against his chest, you closed your eyes at the sound of his rapid heartbeat. 

“So, how does a sleepover sound?” he asked sleepily, the sound of his head knocking against the headboard making you laugh softly.

“It sounds really, really good.”

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Eddie helping reader alleviate overwhelming desire during her period? I feel like that’s when we need sex the most. Wind blows the wrong way and OOPS. 🙇‍♀️ there i go ! 🫦

Period sex: Part eight of the Eddie kink series

Content warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) language, mentions of periods and blood (obvs), hand jobs, fingering, shower (against the wall)sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms.

“Alright!”, Eddie barges into his room, kicking the door closed with his foot. “I got everything you needed.”

He practically throws the bag at you, overflowing with tampons and snacks and stuff you didn’t even ask for. Did you need two boxes of Midol? Probably not, but he bought them just in case.

“Thank you”, you smile up at him from your spot against the headboard.

He leans down to place a chaste kiss to your lips, “of course, baby. You feeling okay?”

You make a face, “I feel alright, cramps are getting a little intense.”

Eddie frowns, walking around the bed to get in on his side. He grabs the remote from the bedside table, holding it up to you. “Movie night?”

The second you snatch the remote he’s quick to set some rules. “Please, for the love of Christ, we are not watching Twilight again.”

“I swear, you are such a fucking hater. It’s sad, truly.” You scroll through Netflix until you stop on New Moon and glance over at Eddie.

“No. Absolutely not”, Eddie laughs. “Please pick anything else. Besides Eclipse and Breaking Dawn.”

You smirk, scrolling down to find Breaking Dawn part 2.

“Both parts”, Eddie corrects.

You frown. “Hater”, you singsong before continuing to scroll. You eventually settle on Back to the Future.

“Is this acceptable?”

“Yes, thank you.” He pecks a quick kiss to your lips.

When you wince at a particularly sharp cramp twenty minutes later, Eddie rests his hand on your abdomen under your shirt, big and warm and comforting.

The gesture isn’t sexual in the slightest, meant to soothe your pain, you can’t help but throb from the touch. Your period has always made you incredibly horny.

Other boyfriends had shied away from anything period related, one even going as far as to tell you to put your tampon box away when he came over because it made him so uncomfortable. He hadn’t lasted long.

You knew Eddie was different, that he was perfectly comfortable with buying your supplies and asking about your cramps. He’d give you back rubs and plug in your heating pad for you when your cramps got too intense.

As great as he’d been with all of that, you were still hesitant to broach the subject of period sex. Being comfortable with the idea of your period was very different than being okay with seeing and touching it.

You’re thrown from your thoughts when Eddie presses his hand against you more firmly, thumb stroking along your skin soothingly.

You throb again, pressing your thighs together. Tonight you were sleeping over at Eddie’s, meaning unless you stopped being a pussy and asked for sex, you weren’t getting off.

“Cramps getting bad?”, Eddie asks, moving his hand in soothing circles over your stomach.

“Huh?”

“You’re squirming. Are your cramps getting worse?”

“Um. I—no”, you turn to look at him. “I’m really turned on.”

Eddie lets out a surprised laugh. “Yeah? Michael J. Fox gets you going?”

“No", you laugh. "It’s just, my period makes me so horny and you’re touching me and you smell really nice and—.”

“And you want to have sex?”

“Yes but I’m too nervous to ask for it because I’m on my period and it’s gross and blood will get everywhere.” The words rush out of you in a huff.

“Baby. First of all, it is not gross. Secondly, do you see all of the stains on my sheets right now?”, he asks.

“Yeah, I do. You’re gross.”

“I—we’re not talking about me right now.” Eddie huffs. “I literally do not care if you bleed all over me and my sheets. I can wash them.”

You open your mouth to reply, but he puts his hand up to stop you. “I can do laundry. I just choose not to.”

“Sure, sure”, you laugh.

Eddie gets up and makes his way to your side of the bed, grabbing your hand. “C’mon. I have an idea.”

He drags you to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you before sliding open the shower door and turning on the water.

Pulling his shirt over his head, he turns to you with a wide smile. “Shower sex! Problem solved!”

You giggle, your shirt joining his on the floor. “You’re sure you’re not weirded out?”

Once his jeans and boxers are shed, he reaches down to wrap his hand loosely around his growing erection. “Do I look weirded out?”

The rest of your clothes are thrown on the floor. “No, definitely not.”

You grab his hand and lead him into the shower stall, turning around to crowd him against the tile.

His hands grip your waist as you lean up to kiss him, pulling you close so he can grind his erection into your hip. He licks into your mouth, groaning as your tongue curls around his.

You startle when he brings his fingers down to slide through your folds, nervous he’ll panic when he sees the blood.

“Hey”, he says softly, bringing his forehead to rest against yours. “I promise I’m not grossed out. It’s just blood.”

When you nod, he runs his fingers along your slit, stopping to rub lazy circles over your clit.

You buck into his hand, a loud whine echoing off of the tile.

“You’re so sensitive”, Eddie breathes against your neck, chuckling when you grab onto his shoulders.

You dig your nails into his skin when he rubs your clit again before sliding his fingers down to sink into your hole.

Your back arches, hips grinding down to get his fingers deeper.

He grabs one thigh and wraps it around his hip, giving him more room to fuck his fingers into you. They slot against the spot inside of you that makes you nearly scream, his thumb circling your clit.

“Jesus”, he groans. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this needy. You’re squeezing my fingers so tight. Close already?”

“Yes”, you hiss. "Please don't stop."

Eddie leans down to mouth at your neck, smearing hot, wet kisses against your skin.

He feels your walls start to flutter around his fingers. "That's it baby, cum for me."

Nails digging into his skin, you cum with a sharp cry, wave after wave of pleasure overtaking you. You're holding onto him desperately, legs threatening to give out.

He leans your weight against him, practically holding you up with one arm as you catch your breath.

You wrinkle your nose when you look down and see the blood on his fingers, but Eddie looks unfazed. He puts his hand under the water, blood washing away down the drain.

“See? All clean.”

He pulls you in for a needy kiss, hands finding their way to your ass to squeeze and grope the soft flesh.

You wrap your hand around his cock, pumping lazily as he fucks up into your fist.

“Baby”, he whines. “I can’t—I'll cum. Need to fuck you, please.”

You nod, "yeah, c'mon." You wrap one leg around his hip like before, standing on your tiptoes to line him up to your hole.

He uses his hold on your ass hoist you up, bringing your other leg to wrap around him as you sink down onto him. " Fuck. Okay, hold onto me."

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you interlock your fingers at the base of his neck.

Eddie pushes off of the wall and turns, pressing your back against the tile as he starts to thrust.

You bury your face into his neck, soft cries muffled by his hair.

"Fuck, baby. You're so fucking warm and wet. Why have we never done this before?"

"Because", you pant. "I-oh shit-am an idiot."

Eddie tries to protest, the words dying on his lips as you clench around him. He groans, hips snapping up into you harder.

"You gonna cum on my cock?", he asks. When you nod, he grips your ass harder, helping you bounce down onto him.

Legs tightening around him, your head tips back against the tile as your muscles seize, orgasm ripping through you.

"Oh my god", Eddie whines. "Can't believe we haven't done this before. You're so fucking sensitive like this. Gonna have you cumming on my cock all night."

You're still shaking, the slow drag of his cock inside of you making you oversensitive and needy.

His hips draw back before slamming up into you, bouncing you down on his cock. "So fucking good. You take my cock so well", he babbles.

Whimpering into his neck, you try to stop the tears threatening to spill over your lashes. You're going to cum again, the head of his cock ramming into your g-spot, making it impossible not to.

You scream, biting down on his shoulder as you pulse around him.

"There you go", Eddie coos, thrusts slowing. He presses a kiss to your forehead, "ride it out."

"You ok?", he asks after a moment.

"Y-yeah. Please keep going. Want you to cum inside me."

He thrusts faster, forehead pressed against yours as he groans, cumming inside you in long, hot pulses.

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath when Eddie lets out a bark of laughter.

"What?", you wheeze.

"I feel bad saying this", he heaves, "because I know it causes you pain, but I fucking love your period."

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I’ll Make You a Deal (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Eddie Munson, your dealer, drops in to sell to you. After he spots the drum set in your living room, he makes you another deal: half price if you’ll play for him. How was he supposed to know your “concert” would turn him on?

Requested by @whoreofscience

Warnings: Smut (Unprotected p in v, Slight Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Squirting), Reader has Pierced Nipples, She/Her Pronouns, Talk of Marijuana, Cursing.

(I’m having some writer’s block, so bare with me! I’m doing my very best! Requests are open, but the waitlist is long.)

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Eddie didn’t realize he had a thing for nipple piercings until he was standing dumbly on your front porch, trying not to stare at your tits as he stuttered.

You were in an oversized Iron Maiden t-shirt, the hem just brushing the tops of your thighs. If you were wearing bottoms, they were short enough that he couldn’t tell. That in itself would’ve been enough to warrant him filing the memory away for further use. The hottest girl at Hawkins High, a cheerleader, for god’s sake, in nothing but a t-shirt? An Iron Maiden t-shirt, no less! It was like a fucking wet dream.

His eyes caught on your chest when they raked over you. He could see your nipples through your clothes, the thin white fabric gathering on either side. Piercings. Little silver barbells. The outline of them was clear as day.

His train of thought crashed, cheeks going pink as he fought for words. “I um…I…I didn’t know you liked-…”

You crossed your arms, which only put your tits on display for him even more. “Iron Maiden?”

He gave an awkward chuckle, scratching his neck. “Yeah…m-metal.”

A knowing smirk tugged at your lips, “You’re drooling, Munson.”

You turned from him and he trailed behind you like a lost dog, making sure to shut the door behind him, politely. His eyes danced around the room, admiring the impressive array of posters you’d papered the walls with. Motorhead. Wasp. Megadeath. Priest. Most intriguing by far was the drum set assembled in the corner, a gleaming electric blue in the  sunlight.

He wandered over, kneeling to admire the kit. “You live here alone?”

“Nah. My roommate’s out of town. The drums are mine though, if that’s what you’re really asking.”

He laughed, realizing he’d been caught. “They’re fuckin’ sick. I didn’t even know you played.”

You rustled through the contents of a messy drawer as you searched for cash, “There’s lots of stuff you don’t know about me, pretty boy.”

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Escape || Remus Lupin x Reader SMUT

Request: no. A/N: I’ve been working on this for months. I am disgusted with myself for taking so long. Not fully edited, so probably lots of mistake. Forgive me. Word Count: ~9k Characters/Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader, James, Lily, and Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew Summary: [NO VOLDEMORT AU, post Hogwarts Marauder’s era]It’s near a full moon, but you and your boyfriend Remus are going to Harry’s fifth (5th) birthday celebration. Remus gets really turned on when he sees you with Harry and tries to control it, but he can’t. WARNINGS: face fucking, breeding kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, marking (scratching, hicks, biting), grinding hair pulling, choking, teasing, dom/sub relationship, overstimulation, dirt talk [all in no particular order god I’m disgusting] *not my gifs*

A loud crash sounds from outside your bathroom, making you jump in surprise and almost slip on the slick shower floor. Out of instinct, your arms come up to cover your chest, though the curtain covers you and whoever it was hasn’t made it to the bedroom yet. Quickly, you turn the water off, and you’re left cold as the remaining hot water runs off of your body. You grab the fluffy towel you had set out and wrap it around your frame before picking your wand up from the counter and slowly opening the bathroom door. You sneakily move to the bedroom doorway and peak down the hall. A tall shadowed figure stands in the great room, a duffle bag in one of his hands, a wand in the other.

“Y/n” the familiar voice calls to you when the man sees you. “Hold on. Lumos.” A small orb of light sits at the end of the man’s wand, and you can quickly identify the face of your boyfriend of several years, Remus, from under the blue-glow of the wand’s light.

“Oh, Remus,” you sigh, and your shoulders relax. “You scared me.” You walk down the hall to him and smack his arm playfully.

“Hmm, I missed you, too,” he grumbles and leans down, kissing you.

The kiss is soft and quick, but still holds all the love you’ve both built up over the years. When he pulls his lips away from yours, you whine, not yet having opened your eyes as you revel in the messed feelings of his lips on yours. He had just spent two weeks with one of his best mates, Sirius, but he was now home.

“Rem,” you say as you open your eyes, but he’s no longer standing in front of you. “Remus?” You call and turn back down the hall.

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remus smut where one of the marauders walk in?? perhaps ???

interruptions.

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Summary : request

Warnings : dom/sub roles *not explicit* (dom!remus + sub!reader); underage; praise; unprotected; swearing; unedited.

Word Count : 417

A/N : i'm scary obsessed w the marauders fancast i hate myself for it i love them sm agh

the masterlist.

request here.

"F-fuck," you whimper as Remus pounds into your heat. Your head falls back as Remus plants purple bruises all over your skin, lightly sinking his teeth in.

"You're doing so good, bunny," Remus praises, giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips.

Your hands tangle into Remus hair, tugging and pulling at his locks. Remus holds your waist, keeping you steady as he fucks you mercilessly. You can feel the permanent marks his fingers are causing on you hips.

Your thighs shake for Remus' touch and you groan when his dick twitches within your walls. And just as you feel your release rising in your stomach the door to Remus' dorm clicks.

Remus pauses, looking into your eyes with panic. You reciprocate the look, about to whine as he pulls out, your body begging for him to come back, but Remus sticks his thumb between your lips to keep you quiet.

Though Remus pulled out he keeps you close and remains on top of you. You can almost hear Remus' heartbeat as the sound of muffled footsteps pitter patter on the oak wood floor.

Then suddenly, the footsteps stop and Remus' body relaxes a bit, but it tenses all up again when within a snap the curtains to Remus' bed are pulled back revealing a Sirius, who holds a smug smirk.

You squeak and grab Remus' blanket, covering up your body. Remus' jaw drops as he tries to cover himself up as well. Sirius only laughs hysterically at the scene, his eyes dancing with glee.

"MOONY!" Sirius shouts between laughs. Remus is quick to grab his briefs and pull them on, glaring at Sirius. You shrink under the covers, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. "Bloody- bloody hell, Moony. And Y/N?"

"Sirius, stop laughing," Remus snaps angrily, which only makes Sirius laugh harder.

"HEY PRONGS! COME HE-" Sirius shouts before getting tackled by Remus. You stifle a giggle as Remus covers Sirius' mouth with his hand. Sirius tries to pry Remus off but Remus manages to keep Sirius on the floor. "PR- PRONG- pROnGs!"

The door then opens and all three of your heads snap towards that direction. Except that the person who enters the room is not James, but Peter. Sirius starts his hysterics all over again, laughing as he looks between you, Remus, and Peter.

Peter's face goes red and he quickly leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. Just as Sirius' about to start yelling again Remus grabs his wand and shouts, "SILENCIO!"

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The Metalhead and the Material Girl (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: When a super fem new girl joins Eddie’s class he thinks he’s got her all figured out, but he soon finds out that the popular kids aren’t the only ones who judge people’s first appearances 

Y/N notes: none

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i’m gonna unromanticize (which romanticizes him for me????) him real quick and say i just know eddie munson doesn’t shut the fuck up about how hot it is ever (and i’ll shoot the sun for you baby), unless it is not hot. then he is complaining about how cold it is.

rain? good god, he and his clothes are gonna be drenched if he’s not running for his life to make it under some covering. he hates the feeling of clothing sticking to his skin but he also doesn’t use umbrellas bc he breaks them too often and he said he’d get a new one after the last one bit the bullet but uhhhh yeah, he procrastinated. and he’s gonna keep doing it.

and don’t you go thinking him getting rained on will get him to go buy another cause it won’t.

he’s a big complainer, big whiner. he does not want to hear solutions, okay? just let him complain.

i like that.

SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

Catching Munson - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Overprotective Dustin, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Blowjob, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

A/N: I've been writing like crazy for Munson because this man has stolen my whole heart! I haven't been able to watch this new season, so please, go easy on me. <3

You walked through the school's cafeteria with your little brother Dustin, heading towards your usual table where all the members of Hellfire were sitting. 

Dustin was a little upset that Eddie Munson was flirting with you this morning after class. You found it adorable how overprotective he was of his big sister. But, he knew from the moment he introduced Eddie to you that he was going to be a big problem. 

You could promise every time he caught Eddie winking at you or eyeing you from across the Hellfire table, Dustin would become extremely irritated.

That's why you and Eddie agreed to keep your relationship a secret because even though Dustin was best friends with Eddie and greatly looked up to him, he’d probably attempt to kill him if he found out his sweet, innocent older sister was dating Eddie Munson, the metal head weirdo, also rumored to be a “freak in the sheets,” by Munson himself when he was conversing with some of the older members of hellfire, trying his best to impress you.

The reality was, before you he did have much experience, besides the daily masturbation sessions he spent thinking about you.

“Just, please, don’t let Eddie flirt with you like that,” Dustin told you as you placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a reassuring smile. 

 “Alright, Dusty. I promise I won't let him.” 

Eddie bit his inner cheek as he watched you walk over. His gaze was glued onto you, subtly staring at your body, especially your exposed thighs. 

You and the freshman sat down at the table, and Eddie shot you a warm smile one that he showed no other person, only you. 

Your heart fluttered as you shot him one back. 

“Hey, Hendersons.” Eddie greeted. 

“Mhm...” Dustin murmured, deciding to play the quiet game with Eddie for flirting with his sister. 

You elbowed his arm softly but hard enough for him to get the point. “Ow-” He looked at you, gawking and groaning under his breath, “Hi, Eddie.” 

“Is something wrong, Dustin? Is y/n beating you?” Gareth joked from across the table, earning a laugh from the rest of the group. 

“No… I'm just thinking.” 

 Eddie sneakily slipped his hand under the table and slid it up to your bare thigh, resting his hand dangerously high, while he continued his conversation with Gareth and the two freshmen who joined in. His hand teasingly squeezed your flesh, making your body freeze as you unloaded your lunchbox. 

Once Eddie noticed Dustin wasn’t in your direction, he leaned in close and whispered, “You coming over tonight, Sweetheart?” 

“Not tonight, Ed’s. I have to watch Dusty.” 

He dramatically sighed and gave you a little pout that made you softly chuckle at his childlike behavior. 

Your mother was forcing you to stay home with your brother while she was having dinner with her friends. She didn't want her sweet, little man to be all alone. 

Later that evening, she came home earlier than expected, so you decided to take your mom's car and lie, telling her that you were going to the movies with Robin, but really, you were heading over to Eddie’s to cuddle and smoke some weed. 

You hopped out of the car, excited to surprise your boyfriend, and went to the front door. You knew his uncle wasn’t home, so you let yourself in using their key under the mat.

 It was like second nature. The two of you became so used to walking in without knocking that Eddie almost got caught one time when he forgot your family was home. Luckily, he ran up the stairs into your room before Dustin and your mother saw. 

You cautiously opened the front door, doing your best not to make too much noise as you snuck inside. You glanced around the living room. There was no sight of Eddie until you looked down the hallway towards his dimly lit bedroom. You could hear a faint rustling noise coming from his room, making your eyebrows furrow with confusion as you slowly took a couple of steps down the small hallway. You heard another outcry of noise and some mumbling that you couldn't make out until you stepped closer. 

“Fuck, Y/n…” Eddie breathly grunted. 

You froze for a second as realization hit you. Eddie was masturbating. You resisted yourself from entering and peaked your head into his poster-filled room, watching as Eddie's dominant hand eagerly wrapped around his length and stroked his cock. He was staring at one of the many naked polaroid photos he’d taken of you.

 It was a picture he took of you before school. You had just woken up, and we're sitting back against the bed, only wearing his hellfire tee, your bent legs spread, giving him a view of your pantieless slit as you gazed at the camera with a small smile. 

Eddie laid there, imagining your mouth was wrapped around his cock instead of his hand, your head bobbing against his cock, taking in every last inch. He tightened his grip just below the tip and tried his best to make the same movements you would as he pumped his cock, feeling pre-cum leaking down his underside and hand. 

“Holy… Christ.” 

The sight made wetness form in your underwear as you watched him, withering from the picture of you, his hips bucking in his hand, letting out little grunts and whimpers. 

You hated to interrupt him, but you badly desired to give the poor boy what he craved, so you slowly stepped into the room and gently knocked on the doorframe. 

“Jesus!” Eddie blurted out, jolting up in his bed as his head swung towards the door in a panic. His eyes widened, seeing you standing there, leaning against the door frame as you stared at his length, which was still clutched in his grip. 

Eddie’s face immediately turned the brightest shade of red you’ve ever seen, “Y/n! W-what are you doing here?” 

“I didn't have to babysit, so I thought I’d come over and surprise you.” 

 He sheepishly let go of himself after realizing and embarrassingly covered up with one of his old blankets, setting your picture aside. 

“H-how long have you been standing there?” 

 “Long enough to know you were thinking about me.” You smirked, eyeing the standing bulge under his blanket that sat in his lap. The sight made your heart jump out of your chest. You yearned to have his cum filling your mouth, make him tremble beneath you as you suck that pretty cock of his. 

 “Want me to help you, Munson?” You asked innocently, walking over to his bed as you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it across his messy room. 

“Please.” He breathly sighed with relief, nodding eagerly as he slowly pulled the blanket off and watched you unclip your lacy bra. 

Eddie admired your perfect, soft breasts. The sight made his cock ache as his warm pre-cum spilled down his manhood and dripped down his balls onto the mattress beneath him. 

You crawled up and laid down between his thighs. Your fingers gently wrapped around the base of his cock and swirled your tongue around the head. The taste of his sweetened pre-cum spreads around in your mouth. Your lashes batting as you gazed up into the big brown eyes that stared back with lust, listening to him grunt, feeling you tease his pumping veins along his cock. 

 Eddie was already about to explode into euphoria just by watching you part your sensual, slickened lips and roll down his dick and engulf him in wet warmth. 

You pushed your hand down your body and teasingly squeezed your breast, leaving little red marks against your skin as you did. Your throat vibrated around him as you let out a low moan, toying and pinching your nipples. 

Eddie adored watching you suck him off. He loved the way your mouth worked against him, how you knew exactly what he needed, and how your lips grew to become swollen with his cum trickling down them. 

You took his whole length, feeling his pulsing tip hit the back of your throat as his dark brown pubic hair tickled your nose. You began bobbing your head up and down against his cock, mouth moving around him at a perfect pace. 

“Don't stop, sweetheart, I'm gonna cum!” Eddie muttered, tangling his fingers within your hair. 

You hollowed your cheeks around him and rocked your head at a faster speed. That was enough to make him release the built-up tension burning in his stomach. “Mhmyfuckinggod!” Eddie moaned, tossing his head back against his pillows. 

His warm seed spilled out into your throat as his hips rapidly shook from after-shock. Your hand was pumping the base of his cock, getting out every last drop of his sweet tasing cum as you swallowed. 

Eddie slowly pulled his dick out of your mouth and stared down at you with his adorable dilated eyes, his hand reaching down, gently tracing your wet, swollen lips with his thumb as you looked up at him with that innocent-looking gaze.

“Ride it, sweetheart.” 

 Your head bounced and did as you were told. You sat up and unbuttoned your pants, discarding your jeans and panties on the bed.

You crawled on top of him and positioned your knees on either side of his hips, placing your dripping cunt against his tip before slowly sitting down on it, feeling his cock push and fill you perfectly. 

You let out a breathy moan as you put your hands on his chest, fingers clenching onto the fabric of his hellfire tee as your hips began rolling. Your pussy rode his cock, building a faster pace with every upward stroke. 

Eddie watched you on top of him as you used him for your pleasure. Sweat dripped from his bangs that stuck to his forehead. His length hardened from the feel of your warm walls stretching around him. It was driving him wild. You looked like a fucking angel, an angel he was about to ruin. 

He gripped your waist and steadied himself before lifting his hips and roughly driving his cock into you, hitting the perfect spot as he continued pounding into your tight cunt. 

Your tits bounce up and down as you feel your body trembling, letting-out loud pornographic moans that fill the tiny trailer and the sounds of his small twin-size bed squeaking with each thrust as if it was about to break. 

Your powerful orgasm ripped through your contracting cunt, spilling your white milky cum down his length. 

The sensation was too perfect for Eddie to handle. His thrusting hips shook beneath you, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he spilled his warm seed inside you, filling you to the brim. 

Your body slumped over, his chest against yours while the two of you caught your breaths and rode through your highs. 

Cum slowly split down his length and dripped onto the mattress beneath the two of you, marking the bed with little stains.

You were sleepy and still a little dazed after your strong orgasm, and Eddie knew it, so he held your waist, rolled you over on your back, and delicately slid himself out of your warmth. He leaned down, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead, bringing a soft smile to spread across your face. 

 “Let me get you a warm towel, princess.” 

Eddie quickly hopped off the mattress and stepped out of the room, coming back with a clean towel wet with warm water. He cleaned you up and gave you little kisses across your shoulders as he did before throwing the rag across the room and grabbing your waist, pulling you back into his arms. 

“You think your mom would let you stay with me the whole night?” 

“Definitely not, unless you want my mom and Dusty finding out.” 

Eddie paused, really taking a moment to think about it, before letting out a bummed-out sigh, “Yeah, that probably wouldn't be good…” 

You looked down at his hand that was holding your waist and fidgeted with the ring on his middle finger, “... I could make up an excuse that I was too tired to drive home and was staying at Robin’s for the night.” 

“Fuck yeah! We can cuddle all night, maybe smoke some weed, and watch movie before we fall asleep!” Eddie excitedly listed off the things as he smiled widely. 

You lifted and gave him a sweet kiss against his plump lips, sure enough, that you probably weren't gonna make it throughout the movie before falling asleep in his arms from how cozy they were. 

You slowly pulled away and shot him a little smile, “Sounds like a perfect night, Ed’s.” 

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It was 11:30 am when Dustin rode up to Eddie's trailer at the agreed-upon time. Dustin parked his bike beside the house just as he spotted his mother's car, parked in the driveway. 

His mouth fell open. He knew you took the car and didn't come home last night. 

 Suddenly, you were awakened by a loud pounding on the front door and Dustin shouting from behind it. “Eddie! I swear to God if my sister’s in there…” 

Your body shot up in bed, as did your boyfriend, and reached for the sheets, covering your nude body. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Eddie muttered, running up and across the room, throwing his shirt and boxers on as fast as possible. 

“Why the hell is Dustin here?” You asked, looking over at Eddie for answers. 

“I forgot your brother needed to pick up something.” 

Your hand palmed your face as you uttered profanity.

“Just… Try to be quiet. I’ll try to talk to Dustin.” 

You nodded, watching him run out of the room and disappear down the hall with a pair of jeans slung over his shoulder. 

You could hear the faint sound of Eddie tripping over his legs as he put on his jeans before the sound of his door opening.

 “Hhhhey bud…” 

Dustin stood there with hostility, anger written across his face. He was a concerned brother, and he needed some answers, “Where's my sister?” 

“Y/n? She's- She's not here right now, dude.”

“Eddie, that's my mother's car! She literally took it out last night.” 

“Yeah, I went to the movies and stayed with Robin for the night.” You answered, walking up behind Eddie, fully dressed with a D&D book fastened around your arms, “I wanted to do you a favor, so I picked up the book you're borrowing from Eddie.” 

You gave a small smile and stepped out beside Dustin, handing him the item as he looked at you with a confused expression. Eddie subtly sighed with relief that you were there to help. 

“So you stayed with Robin like… The whole night?”

“Yes, Dusty… Where else would I have been?” 

“I- I guess… Nevermind.” Dustin shook his head and glanced down at the book. 

“Well, thanks again for letting him have that.” You gave your appreciation to Eddie, who stood there, extremely impressed by how fast and believable you were. 

“Y-yeah, of course, at least that book will get some good use.” 

“Why don't you put your bike in the trunk, Dusty. I’ll drive you home.” You said, nudging your brother's shoulder, watching his head nod before running over and grabbing his bike. You turned around, noticing the smirk spread across Eddie's face. 

“See you around, munson.” You teasingly winked, stepping back to the car. 

Eddie put up the phone symbol with his fingers and mouthed, ‘Call me later, sweetheart.’ 

ok… ok yeah

He Can’t Do It Like I Can

Pairing: A Little Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Summary: Your best friend Eddie, your boyfriend Steve, and you have a sleepover at Eddie’s trailer. You wake up to Steve eating you out, but– is it really him?

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: MDNI 18+ only, Soft Dark, Dubcon, Cheating, Oral (F Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Degradation Kink (Name Calling), Dacryphilia, Somnophilia, Exhibitionism, Mild Subspace + A Little Hint Of Angst At The End, Free Of Charge!

A/N: There’s a lot of Steve slander in this one (like a lot). Sorry to any Steve lovers out there, but it was necessary for the plot. I actually had a lot of trouble writing this, for some reason, I always felt like I was using the wrong words. I don't think it's as bad as my brain is convinced it is, but still.

Anyways, for the anon who requested the birthday scenario with the malachite ring, I am working on your request! It’s just taking me a little longer to plan out, so I’m posting this fic first :]

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Part Two | Masterlist

Hanging out in a diner and eating cheap, greasy food isn’t how you usually spend your Saturday nights, but Eddie had begged to come here. And, as much as you pretend to play coy, there isn’t much you’d deny him.

Throughout your meal, you’d played footsies under the table, only pausing when the waitress would come around to your table. She smiled as if she knew something you didn’t, but you were too distracted by Eddie’s mischievous grin to notice. Your milkshake had melted, and your fries were cold when Eddie wandered off to go to the bathroom.

When he came back, he plopped down next to you on your side of the booth. The act made you smile bashfully despite your best efforts, but your smile quickly drops when he holds out the receipt. “And they say chivalry is dead,” he says, laughing at your sour expression.

Scowling, you exclaim, “Eddie, it was my turn to pay!” Maturely, he sticks his tongue out at you. Rolling your eyes, you mumble, “What a true gentleman.”

Truthfully, the annoyance is all an act. Eddie has your heart; he’s always had your heart. Unfortunately, he doesn’t feel the same. So, instead of facing your feelings, you got yourself a boyfriend: Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins.

Over time, you have grown feelings for Steve. A gentle warmth in spreads in your chest when you’re alone together, and ocassionally you finally think you could be getting over Eddie. Then, you see your best friend. Just a look morphs that gentle warmth into a raging fire, one that you know Steve will never compare to.

Breaking your train of thought, Eddie throws the crumpled-up wrapper from his straw at your cheek to get your attention. “The folks in tonight?” he inquires, raising a brow. Since middle school (coincidentally, when Eddie started to show an interest in metal music), your parents have been cautious with him. They don’t like you two hanging out, despite knowing him since he was a toddler, believing ‘he’s a bad influence,’ but what they don’t know won’t hurt them.

You inhale deeply, shaking the thoughts out of your head. Nodding, you make an apologetic face as you ask, “Can I sleep over at your place?” Eddie’s about to respond when someone slams their palm aggressively against the table, making you both flinch. “Steve?” you question, blinking owlishly. You’d told him you were gonna spend the weekend with Eddie, but there was no way he could know where you two were. Eddie had asked to go to the diner only an hour ago, long after you’d last seen Steve. Had he driven all around town to find you two?

“Hi, baby,” he greets, smiling at you and sliding into the booth across from you. You turn the corners of your lips up in a weak smile. Steve then turns to Eddie and scowls, growling out, “Munson.”

Eddie remains unfazed, leaning back against the booth. His legs spread wide as his arms raise to rest on the wooden top of your seats. He smirks when he remarks, “Well, look what we have here. King Steve has blessed us with his presence. What a surprise.”

“I told you not to call me that.” A curt reply from Steve, but you know the comments will escalate if you don’t stop them soon.

Eddie, who seems to be egging Steve on, comments arrogantly, “You’ve told me a lot of things.”

“Yea? Well, how about this? Stay away from my girlfriend.”

Eddie laughs, “What the hell are you talking about? She’s the one who wanted to hang out with me.”

As sad as it is, this happens every time they see each other. You’re always caught in the crossfire of their petty back-and-forth. In a weak attempt to stop them before it gets heated, you blurt, “Guys,” but it doesn’t matter. Steve talks over you anyways.

“Watch your tone.”

“Watch my tone? Is that really all you have to say? Not even gonna acknowledge that I’m right?”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re right. You’re the one who entertains her. She has a boyfriend, and you should respect that.”

“I can be her friend and respect your relationship. I ‘entertain her’ because it’s what good friends do. Maybe you should give it a try sometime.”

It all comes to a head when Steve exclaims, “Yea, right! I’m sure you don’t entertain her in other ways when I’m not around!”

Silence. Dead fucking silence.

You three are the only patrons in the diner. The end of the argument leaves a hole in its wake. A leaf could flutter to the ground, and you’d hear it. Both boys are tense, sitting like statues awaiting your reaction. Stressed, you roll your shoulders and find a sudden interest in your shirt’s design, craning your head down to look at your lap.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that–” Steve starts, but it doesn’t matter. You know he did. Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. Eddie’s eye twitches as he leans forward, pissed that Steve would say something so disgusting to his own girlfriend. His best friend. Just the recollection of his words makes his fist clench, taking comfort in the fact that his rings would hurt like a son of a bitch if he actually took a swing.

Meanwhile, Steve continues to try and backpedal, “You know I trust you, baby. It’s not you, it’s him. He’s no good for you.”

Fed up with his attitude towards your best friend, you snap, “People always say that, but Eddie’s the nicest person I’ve ever met. Why does everyone else get to tell me who or what’s good for me? Why can’t I decide that myself?” Steve frowns, obviously thinking of his following words. Before he can say anything, Eddie cuts in.

“Calm down, Harrington. You’re a sentence away from bursting a blood vessel.” Eddie’s words sound cool, but they’re spoken through his teeth. A warning to shut up before he says something he really regrets.

Steve finally speaks again, taking a moment to breathe, “Just let me come with you. I promise I won’t say more stupid shit, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumble in affirmation, pushing Eddie out of the booth so you can stand. You don’t actually want Steve there. He’s going to alter the dynamic significantly, but what can you do?

The tension is unbelievably thick during the ride back because, for some reason, Steve decided to go in the van instead of driving his car to the trailer. Eddie turned on one of his tapes a few minutes in to fill the silence. Steve turned it back down to almost nothing with a disapproving wrinkle of his nose. You’d opted to sit in the back, but now see that it was the worst possible choice, as both boys glare at each other from the corners of their eyes. Silently, you pray that they’ll figure out their differences soon because you don’t think you can take any more of this weird alpha male fighting-for-dominance dynamic they have going on.

You fly out to escape their petty rivalry the second the van stops. It’s late, and you’re too drained from the two idiots outside to deal with their bullshit. Stomping inside, you grab some pajamas from Eddie’s dresser– you’ve kept spare clothes at his trailer for years– and you lock yourself in the bathroom to complete your nightly routine.

The boys are loud when they enter, and you can hear Steve complaining about Eddie slamming the door in his face. After a brief period of silence, there’s a lot of suspicious shuffling noises coming from the main room. You take a moment to prepare yourself to break up a fistfight, before entering the room.

Raising your eyebrows, you watch the boys fumble around in the dark as they set out padding so you all can sleep on the floor. If the tension weren’t so high right now, you’d ask them if they were planning on fucking on top of those sheets because the stares they’re giving each other are starting to make you think they might solve their feud unconventionally. Crossing your arms over your chest, you ask Eddie, “Why can’t we split up between the couch and your bed?”

“Because I’m not sleeping on the couch and I’m sure as hell not letting Steve sleep in my bed,” Eddie responds. He glares at Steve, who returns the favour. Turning around, Eddie heads off to change, leaving you and Steve alone. You help him smooth out the sheets until Eddie comes back. “Here ya go, big boy,” he taunts, tossing Steve some clothes to sleep in, “Don’t tear the seams.”

Steve huffs, “Don’t call me that,” as he goes to the bathroom to get ready to sleep. Tired of their back and forth, you lay down directly in the middle, hoping to separate them for the entire night. Eddie doesn’t seem to care, laying down to your right, but Steve throws a small fit.

He wants you to sleep on the far left side, away from Eddie. You cross your arms and frown, unwilling to move. Steve only relents when Eddie mentions the ‘entertainment’ comment that he’d made earlier. A few blankets are tossed around, settling randomly across the three of you. Nobody turned on the lights when you arrived, so there’s nothing left to do but sleep.

In your dream, you fall into fantasy– one of desire, and passion, and love. Nothing is solid; the setting a dark smudge of muted colour, your lover’s face a blur of human and otherworldly design. Images generated in your mind sift through your fingers like sand. Try as you might, you can’t catch them, but you can hold onto the emotion they bring. Whisps of feelings leave lust in their wake, tingling down your body and pooling between your thighs.

And, now that you’re focusing on the sensation, you feel pressure on the insides of your legs, holding them open. The realization is enough to knock you out of your slumber, bringing your consciousness back to your body. You don’t open your eyes yet, but rather focus on the things you can feel: a tongue, forearms, panting breaths, saliva.

You’re surprised, but not because you’ve been woken up by someone touching you in your sleep. You’ve talked with Steve about this, the only risque kink you’d dared to share. You’re not even surprised he’s doing this while Eddie is in the same room as you two. Steve’s preferences are vanilla. Except, of course, the exhibitionism, but he hadn’t actually told you about it himself. However, with the number of times you’ve had a quickie in a public bathroom, it was easily deductible.

No, your surprise comes from the fact that he’d even go down on you at all. Sure, he’s fingered you before, but fingering someone so you can get your dick wet versus eating someone out for their pleasure are two very different things. And, now that you’ve experienced both, you can definitely feel the difference.

You’d never imagined a tongue would feel so good. It provides a unique warmth and wetness, and you swear that you can feel the texture of his taste buds against your skin. He slides his tongue lower, just barely dipping into you to gather your slick. Gasping at the sensation, you bring your hands up to press the heels of your palms into your eyes. Steve is very particular about his precious locks. The first time you’d tugged on his hair was also the last.

Realizing you’re awake, he presses harder on your inner thighs to keep you in place, and you’re reminded he’s not using his hands but rather his forearms. It strikes you as odd, but again, this has never happened to you, so you can’t be sure what to expect. He trails the tip of his tongue back up, tracing through your folds slowly. Finally arriving at his destination, he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. Unfurling his tongue, he allows the mixture of his saliva and your slick to drip onto your skin.

He must have been edging you for a while before you woke up because his touch is like an electric shock, sending instant jolts of pleasure up your spine and through your fingertips. He slides his arms down until his hands can grip your legs, rough callouses tickling your skin. Unable to stop yourself, you reach under the blankets and clutch onto his curly hair.

Wait.

Rough callouses. Curly hair.

Not Steve– but your revelation comes too late. With a single press of his tongue against your clit your orgasm comes crashing heavily down on you. All you can do is grip onto the strands of hair threaded between your fingers and whimper.

With shaky hands, you remove your hands from his head to grab the edge of the blanket and hold it up. Eddie’s already looking at you, his huge, dark eyes reflecting the dim light from outside. Swallowing thickly, you watch as he runs his textured palms up the backs of your thighs. He hooks his hands underneath your knees and pushes you into a breeding press, crawling upwards to hover above you.

You feel like you’re in a trance, heart racing and unable to say anything. His erection is heavy, pressed between your hips as he settles. The moonlight catches his face now that he’s free from the blankets, drawing attention to the curls which are pulled back. He swiftly shakes his head, releasing them and causing the pick of his necklace to fall directly over your heart. In any other situation, it would be romantic. Right now, though, your focus is your confusion.

You mumble his name so softly you’re not sure if he hears it, but he does. He maintains strict eye contact as he leans directly over your head. Your lips are millimeters apart when he whispers, “Shh, wouldn’t want to wake your boyfriend up. Wouldn’t want him to know what a whore you are. His innocent little baby being ‘entertained’ by her best friend.”

He starts rocking his hips, all the saliva and wetness from earlier providing sufficient lubrication. You sharply inhale through your nose. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you dig your fingernails into your palms and screw your eyes shut. Eddie hums above you, “Or maybe you wanna make some noise. C’mon, let it out. We can show him how much of a bad influence I am.”

No matter how hard it is, you resist, but Eddie continues to push you to speak.

“How many times have you two fucked?”

You wince at the harshness of his words, trying to come up with an answer to satisfy him. You rack your brain for recollections of sex so you can count them, but it’s so, so hard when he’s grinding on you, invading your space and your senses, breathing in the air you’re panting out.

“Ten times,” you breathe, hoping Steve will wake up but praying to God that he won’t.

“No,” he sneers, brows furrowing as his eyes grow darker, “no, that’s too perfect.” Eddie leans towards the side of your head, his hair tickling your cheek as his lips press snugly against your ear, growling directly into your brain, “Think harder, babe.” It feels like his words are rattling around inside you, bouncing off your empty skull as all thoughts leave your mind. You squeeze your eyes shut, lower lip quivering as you desperately pull memories back into your brain from your clouded consciousness.

Twice in your bed, four times in his, three times at parties, once in his car, five times in public restrooms, and once in a storage closet. Sixteen times you’ve had sex in the six months you’ve been dating.

You gasp “sixteen” just as he ruts his hips up, his cock pressing harshly on your clit. The feeling borderlines on painful. Gritting your teeth, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, digging your nails deep into his skin.

Suddenly he stops all movement: no more pants and breaths, no more rustling of sheets, nothing. An eerie silence surrounds you as you open your eyes again, confused, watching the moonlight bounce off the ceiling. Anxiety rises in your chest. What could he be doing? Why is he silent? Why did he stop?

Then, he whispers, but you swear it’s the loudest thing you’ve ever heard, “How many times has he made you cum?” Your stomach drops as everything in your body tenses, jerking to escape but getting nowhere. Instinctively, your legs attempt to close, but his firm grip on the back of your knees keeps you in place.

You don’t want to respond, to expose yourself and your boyfriend, but it’s hard to resist when he purrs “answer me” so sickly sweet. Finally moving away from your ear, he trails soft kisses down your neck as he waits for you to speak. It’s so confusing. How can he be so mean and turn around to be so nice?

Squirming around does no good. His body is like a cage that pins you down. There’s no escape. Resigned, you whimper, “twice,” as embarrassment floods your system.

He sighs, pressing his head into your shoulder. “You deserve so much better. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you cum more times than he could,” he murmurs promisingly against your skin. With that, he removes one hand momentarily to line himself up with your entrance before pressing in.

He feels bigger than Steve, but you can’t be sure because of the position– you’re basically folded in half. He lightly thrusts, going deeper each time to ease himself in since he hadn’t really prepped you before. Finally, he loses his patience and pulls back out to slam all the way in. You choke on nothing, feeling like his dick has hit the back of your throat.

“Shh,” he whispers tauntingly before doing it again, and again, and again. The brutal pace doesn’t leave much time to think, but even with your brain clouded with pleasure, you know that Steve should be awake right now. If not the movements, then the noises should have woken him up, yet he remains sound asleep. You only attempt to turn your head towards him once. Eddie literally growls, a rumble that reverberates from his chest to yours. It’s a warning, don’t look at him, look at me.

It’s too soon, but you’re so wired that you can feel a second orgasm building up. Typically, it takes a while for you to cum, which is probably why it’d only happened twice with Steve– both by your own hand. Somehow, with Eddie, every single one of your senses is dialed up to one hundred.  Maybe it’s because you already have a boyfriend, or because said boyfriend is asleep a few feet away and could wake up at any moment.

Regardless, it doesn’t matter because the effect of the thrill is still there, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Eddie had leaned back to observe you some time ago, but you reach your hands out, desperate for contact or, at the very least, something to hold. He leans in, and you immediately cling to his neck, squishing your face into his skin. You get no warning as you cum suddenly, biting down on his neck to prevent being too loud.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie hisses, stopping his thrusts to feel how hard you’re clenching down on him. “Fuck, you get so tight when you cum,” he observes, breathless, before he demands, “You’re gonna give me another one.” Alarmed, you whimper as he moves again. You’ve barely come down from your high. How are you supposed to do it again?

Your eyes leak tears as you whimper, “Eddie,” trying to get his attention. It works. He gives you a little faux pout and kisses your tears away. He’s stopped moving entirely, dedicated to his little kisses. You’re grateful for the break, so overstimulated that you can’t hold in your noises anymore. But then, he starts to move again, and your heart drops.

He assures, “You’re okay, baby. Just one more.” Your lip quivers as you start to cry again. Internally, you can feel his cock twitch at the sight of your tears, which only makes you sniffle more and insist you can’t. “Yes, you can,” he coos, “be a good girl, just one more time.”

He unhooks his right hand from your leg, and you instantly drop it onto his shoulder, flexing your foot to relieve some of the pins and needles tingling throughout your leg. Wrapping his arm around your thigh, he presses his thumb to your clit and rubs it in tight circles. The change in angle combined with the extra stimulation causes that pleasurable haze to return, and you hate it.

You hate that after one night, he knows your body better than your boyfriend of six months. You hate that he’s taking what he wants but still being more considerate of your needs than Steve ever was. You hate that this is everything you’ve fantasized about and more.

“Say that I’m better than him,” he demands. You don’t reply, too lost in your wandering mind and the feeling of his dick to form a coherent thought. Wanting an answer, he presses harshly with his thumb and repeats, “Say it.”

Automatically, you clench around him at the pressure. You muster up the courage to whisper, “You’re better than him.” Guilt laces through your words because you know that it’s true. Even if he forced you to say it, you know in your heart it’s true.

He changes his pace at your words, slowing down slightly, but making up for it in intensity. His thrusts, which were already deep, feel like they’re going even further inside you. Yet again, tears obscure your vision. You’re not sure if they’re from guilt or pleasure, but does it really matter anymore? When you look up, you can barely see Eddie; he’s just a beige and brown blur above you.

Reaching up, you rest your hands on his cheeks before sliding them upwards to push the hair out of his face. Though you can barely see him, you can make out the genuine smile that spreads across his face. You can’t help but smile in kind. Eddie laughs softly, “God, you’re so pretty.”

He touches his forehead to yours, noses brushing every time he moves. You sigh “Eddie” as you tug his hair. The small moment of intimacy pushes you to the brink. You hope he understands your subtle warning.

“I know. I feel it, too,” he reassures gently, “Just let go, baby.” At his insistence, you release. Stars explode behind your eyelids as you scrunch them shut and ride out your orgasm. This time, the clenching of your walls is too much, and he releases deep in your pussy. He remains inside of you, incidentally keeping his cum trapped.

Afraid Eddie’s gonna turn over and go back to sleep like it never happened, you cling onto him like a koala. Meanwhile, he glances over at Steve and rolls his eyes. It’s honestly ridiculous that he slept through the whole thing. Eddie had planned for Steve to wake up and see his girlfriend having the best sex of her life, so he could throw him the bird and tell him to fuck off and never return. Guess that’s not happening.

You whine and tremble beneath him, so he returns his attention to you. “You did so well for me, baby. What a good girl,” he praises as he runs his hands up and down your sides comfortingly. Somehow, he picks you up without pulling out. While walking to the bathroom, he grabs your underwear and shorts he’d discarded a while ago.

Eddie makes sure the door is completely closed before turning on the light. He places a towel on the counter and sets you down on it. Finally, he removes his dick, holding up the hem of your shirt. Well, really, it’s his old Metallica shirt, but you stole it to sleep in.

You know what he’s doing, his eyes trained on your hole, waiting to see his cum leak out of you. You squirm under his scrutiny, but he doesn’t look away until you’ve stopped dripping. Eddie finds a second towel and soaks it in water, cleaning himself off and searching for a relatively clean pair of underwear. While he’s occupied, you flex your feet as you had earlier. The pins and needles are killing you. You’re probably gonna be sore for a month after this.

Right now, you don’t want to be alone. You reach out when he moves too far away, even a few feet too much for you to handle. He returns, using the same towel to clean you as well. Your legs are wobbly when he moves you off the counter. You have to lean on him for support as he helps you slip on your panties and shorts. He places you back on the counter, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck. “I love you,” he murmurs, swallowing thickly when he realizes what he said, but it’s too late to take anything back.

What he doesn’t expect is your you to whisper “I love you, too” back. Pulling back, he looks you in the eyes, confused. You continue, “I’m dating Steve cause– cause I didn’t think you liked me back.”

His face scrunches up, “What are you talking about? I’ve always loved you.” In your emotional state, you just cry from the stress, and the fucked up reality of what you’ve done to Steve, and the fact that you could’ve had Eddie all along. He doesn’t say anything more, just kisses the top of your head, but you swear that you can feel teardrops gently splashing on your scalp.