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😭 im not a full on eddie simp BUT PLS

*eddie munson enters the scene*

me:

she said pls reblog so.... she said please

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-ˋˏ [ eddie munson x f!reader ] ˎˊ

✎ you and your best friend, eddie, like to tease each other.

warnings: no actual smut lol, very short, eddie begging🤭

a/n: took this lil part from a fic that i never finished n know that i never will finish!

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

“JUST HOW BADLY do you want me?”

The question was meant to spill out seductively—though, it fell out more teasingly. He was messing with you, after all—that’s what the murmur far in your brain kept reminding. It’s only some fun.

This has been going on for many minutes, though it felt like hours. Maybe because the fog in your brain seemed to slow time down.

At first it was a quickly planned lunch to hang out with your best friend, but as soon as you finished and retreated to his car and drove to his place, the scene seemed to have rotated. Not that you were complaining.

“Not bad at all.”

You lied. And he could tell.

Because between Eddie’s perfectly sculpted hand gripping onto your thigh, his nimble fingers rubbing near your clothed pussy, and his breath fanning across your bare neck, you were wet—practically soaked.

Clenching your thighs together subtly, you could pinpoint the heat feeling its way around your face, and you couldn’t find it in your ability to stop it from becoming visible that you were flustered.

“Fuck. You’re so desperate, huh?” He leaned even closer, removing his hand from your thigh and instead grabbing ahold of your chin, running his thumb across your warm cheek. And the huskiness of his voice only deepened your arousal.

But you kept your composure as tough as you could, turning your head to face him and placing your hand on his clothed cock, giving a gentle squeeze. The second he bucked his hips up in surprise and sucked in a breath, you smirked. He was already hard. “I’m not.. but are you?”

The man simply chuckled airily, positioning his hand above yours—ultimately adding more pressure—as he began to grind his hips back and forth, keeping eye contact. He opened his mouth to release a groan of your name.

“Fuck.” He began to grind faster, tightly shutting his eyes.

“That feels good, hmm?”

He nodded, biting his lip. “Oh, please, I need you so bad.”

At loss for a response, you only gaped at him, allowing his admittance to sink in.

You then lifted your hand off his crotch with some force, his hips left humping against the air, and a teasing smile on your face as he whimpered at the loss of contact.

“I don’t know, Ed’s.” You looked at his lips. “You seem to love being like this.”

Eddie had enough and decided to close the distance between you two entirely. His pink lips slotted between yours and you felt all the air disappear from your lungs.

He pulled away, a bit of saliva left on his lips and his breath ragged.

“Please.”

Omg, hi, so, if you take requests, can you do something like, eddie with a hyper feminine, super spoiled girl? Like, everyone just being exhausted by the stereotypical girly thing she is, and her just sitting all pretty in his lap in the throne in the hellfire club room?? Pls

(Whoever requested this I got ur 2nd request too dw and I incorporated it <3)

Polar Opposites

18+ contains suggestive material!

When Mike and Dustin walked into the Hellfire room for their final session of this campaign they didn’t expect to see anyone except for their DM. Instead they saw him with some random girl on his lap.

And she was hot but not in the way they would have expected. Her bright pink miniskirt contrasted directly with Eddie’s dark ripped jeans from the way she was sitting straddling his lap

Eddie held a compact mirror up for her as she reapplied lipgloss. Which he then proceeded to kiss off her mouth with a stupid smile on his face. She just huffed and applied another layer.

The freshmen walked in, Eddie greeting them just a little too excitedly. “Guys! Welcome! This is my…” he looked at her and she nodded. “Girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, kissing him quickly to drive the point home.

“Thanks babe,” he whispered against her lips, staring into her eyes thoughtfully as the rest of the group seated themselves.

The rest of his friends stared in wonder as Eddie was occupied with the girl in his lap. Their lips clashed, unconcerned with anyone else in the room as the make out session got hot.

“You did so good for me,” he whispered, referring to what had gone down before everyone else got there.

That being, him shoving his cock down her throat and absolutely ruining her lipgloss by sloppily fucking her face.

Not that she minded, as long as he would hold her makeup mirror for her and let her sit in his lap she was content for him to ruin her lipgloss any time and in any way.

When the campaign started she was happy to just sit there and watch him talk. She absentmindedly chewed her lip, a bad nervous habit she had always had.

His rubbed his thumb against her bottom lip, freeing it from her teeth. “Give those pretty lips a rest babe,” he scolded, slipping two fingers into her mouth to replace it.

She sighed happily, eyes closing in contentment. It was a little embarrassing to be doing something so intimate in front of all his friends but he couldn’t help it.

He’d give her the moon and stars if she asked. So if she needed a few of his fingers to keep her mouth occupied, who was he to argue?

Plus he hated to see her lower lip blushing red from irritation. His other hand smoothed over the exposed skin of her lower back, rubbing little circles with his thumb.

He spoke quietly as she started to drift off, tired from their earlier activities and perfectly comfortable on his lap.

“Dude you’re so whipped,” Mike teased, still in awe that Eddie not only had a girlfriend but she was a sweet pretty girly-girl.

“You shoulda seen her on her knees for me earlier.” He had a smug grin on his face, sliding a hand down to squeeze her ass and causing her to press closer to him.

“Gross dude,” Dustin added, putting a hand over his eyes for dramatic effect.

“It’s not gross it’s love,” Eddie replied, punctuating his words with a soft kiss on the girls forehead.

“Yeah. It’s gross.” The freshmen chuckled and left the room, leaving them to whatever they were going to get up to.

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Eddie Thoughts Time

yeah so eddie loves to role play in bed, i mean - it’s practically canon.

esp. knight and prince/princess, villain and royalty, big bad wolf n’. their prey <3. mans goes ALL OUT too. costume, lingerie, ropes, ties, handcuffs, mood lighting. mans is prepared.

also he does not break character unless you use your safe word or the scene finished. he’s a professional after all.

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - e.m.

Summary: In time of despair, best friends have to be there for each other. That counts for any need they have.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 8k (sorry not sorry)

warnings/what to expect: SMUT +18 (MINORS DNI), this is the first time I am ever publishing something as an author but I wanted to do a slow burn sort of friends to lovers. Mentions of: swearing, mentions of death, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex(Wrap your willy, don’t be silly), creampie, pet names, drugs and I think that is it?? if I missed anything let me know! (This also has been edited but again if i missed anything kindly let me know!)

comments/ reblogs are greatly excepted <3

*picture is not mine, photo credit: amyforsythe on instagram

You should have been with him that night. Maybe you could have changed the outcome of this whole fucking mess. Instead of him trembling and screaming out of fear, you could have been smoking and laughing. Instead of Chrissy’s possessed body glued to his ceiling, you could have been watching him practice for his next gig. 

You knew something was off when he hadn’t picked you up for school. For Eddie to come cruising down in his van with some sort of metal music playing as he always said, “Y/N, metal soothes the soul. It’s like an apple a day keeps the doctor away.” Even though the paint was rusted and the brakes squealed a bit when he would come to a stop, you loved that van more than anything. Eddie in the driver seat, looking so small compared to the machine he was hauling all over. He would always roll his eyes at any comments you made about painting the van to look like the Mystery Machine as he was a stoner like Shaggy. To which he would reply with a slight smirk on his face causing his dimples to pop out as he would say you would be his Scooby-Doo because you followed him like a little puppy. 

But to your dismay, he hadn’t shown up. 5 minutes passed which turned into 10 and before it could become 15 minutes you grabbed your car keys to your slightly beat up 67’ SS Chevelle that Eddie, the bastard, rear-ended a few months back. It’s not that you were mad at him for not picking you up, you were growing concerned. Never in the three years that Eddie picked you up and drove you to school was late or never showed. Even on the days he ditched, he would park out front and have the passenger seat cleared, all for you. Even in your senior year, Eddie’s third time around, he would always be there at 7:35 a.m. on the dot. 

You would always check on the watch he gifted you for your 17th birthday. It wasn’t a new or even expensive watch, but it was his grandfather’s and on the back of the watch, in the silver plating was ingrained “Darling”. Looking at your right wrist, the face reads “7:50”. You weren’t late by any means as you two would get there at 8 with twenty minutes left to get high off of some random joint in the back of his van or show you some lyrics he came up with and wanted your input on. 

That wasn’t the case though. The car ride to the all too familiar high school was dull and quiet. The trees passing by as you glance out of your mirrors every once and a while feel off. You dared not turn on the radio as you always looked forward to whatever mix Eddie decided to play. You were the only person who had control over music but you always asked him to play as you believed your music taste was not nearly as superior as his. The sound of gravel tumbling and the slight suspension of your car filled your ears for the 10 minute ride you had to endure. 

Taking a left onto Maple St. filled your eyes with a sight you didn’t expect. Cars lined the road and turned into the school with parents, kids, school buses and the police. Wooden blockades were set up to somehow shield the outside world from knowing the truth. You hadn’t seen this much energy and tension since the “fire” at the Starcourt Mall, but you knew the truth. You knew what really killed Billy that night. You were there. Not that Eddie knew this, speaking of which, the clamoring of the crowd brought you back to reality as you heard concerned parents asking what was wrong and students trying to find a single space to park. 

In cases where you had to use your car to drive to school, you parked in the gravel alleyway that students technically couldn’t use but you had become close friends with Ms.Oak, one of the school’s secretaries. You never caused trouble and you two could always chat about dogs for hours. She would let you leave early because of a “headache” or “girl issues” even if you had them or not. Or at times she would bring you cookies from the teacher’s lounge. She had even grown attached to Eddie, contrary to most of her colleagues who wanted him gone. They each hoped they wouldn’t get him for a second or third time. 

Your white Reebok Ex-O-Fits carried you over the crunching stones and pebbles beneath you. Your brows furrowed as you looked around trying to get a gauge on your setting. It was still hard to see a Hawkin’s PD car without seeing the over 6 foot man with an iconic mustache trying to tame a wild crowd. You shuffled through the bickering crowd as you made your way to the two front doors you always dreaded. Taking the first left, you went down to Eddie’s locker where Hellfire always met up. Henderson and everyone else was standing around in their usual attire. The black baseball tee with the all too known logo of the demon you sketched up. Mike had left for sunny and sweltering California and you figured Sinclair wouldn’t be around as he had scored the game’s winning point for the championship. You got an earful of how upset and pissed Eddie was. He would always mock them by taking a pair of socks and dunking them into his laundry basket as he would go onto something else more worth his time.   Except there was a gap in the group. It would usually be filled with the Dungeon Master himself. His shaggy and knotted black mullet that you begged him to brush. 

You didn’t think to quicken your pace but your feet carried you at a faster speed than before. Worry wasn’t only apparent on your face but the rest of the group. You didn’t need to speak a single word as you knew something was wrong. Fighting back the breath that tried to escape your throat, the one where it feels like you’re swallowing barbed wire. You remember turning to your left and physically seeing Dustin’s lips moving but your ears were ringing. Before you knew it, you grabbed his arm and dragged him back out to your car. “Y/N, Y/N, slow down okay you’re pulling my arm. Y/N!” “What Dustin? Eddie is gone.” Dustin stopped in his tracks to pull his flannel sleeve down as you practically ripped it off. “I know Y/N, but I need to tell you something first.” 

It was like you almost blacked out. You faintly remember hearing her name and then storming away from Dustin. It wasn’t true. Someone had set him up. It was just some huge misunderstanding. You said something about Dustin needing to help you find Eddie because the two of you knew Eddie could never be capable of doing something like this, especially to someone like Chrissy Cunningham, the Queen of Hawkins High. Sure he didn’t like the athletic type but not enough to hurt them or worse. With you driving and Dustin in the passenger seat, you sped off down the road to the trailer you knew and loved. 

You weren’t one for breaking traffic laws but in your eyes, it was life or death. You hoped and prayed that you would drive down into the rows of trailers and see his dinged up beige van with the iconic brown stripe wrapped around and him in his ragged Hellfire shirt probably playing with his hair. However, the harsh slap of reality brought police lights and squad cars. Yellow tape wrapped around his uncle’s trailer like some kind of sick present. Before you could drive further, the new chief of police stopped and questioned why you were there. In a panicked voice you explained how close to the uncle you were and you needed to make sure he was okay. Reluctantly he let you through as he knew you were a good kid and seemed awfully concerned. 

Haphazardly parking your car, you sprinted to the older man you had known pretty close over the past few years. You couldn’t help the salty tears that spilled down your cheeks as soon as you felt his arms embrace you. “It can’t be true, it just can’t Wayne,” you sobbed into his shoulder. You never would have imagined in your life that police would be searching high and low for your best friend for murder. His van was there but there was no sign of him at all. It was like he never existed. Poof. It made sense that you weren’t allowed in the trailer in fear of contaminating the crime scene but Jesus you just wanted to curl up in that torn up quilt and fall asleep in his bed like the hundreds of times you had done it before. Hoping that once you woke up it would have all played out to some awful nightmare. 

Yet, that wouldn’t happen because you were in your nightmare. The only person who could save you was the one person that was gone. You could care less about school or anything for that matter. You needed to know where Eddie was and if he was safe. He might walk around school causing a scene and picking a fight with anyone that comes his way but at the end of the day he falls into this guy who just has his own personal demons to battle. Truth be told he was a very sweet person and cared what those he loved thought of him. He would never want to take things too far. He couldn’t even end the life of a moth or an ant. He was your teddy bear and if anybody laid a hand on him, so help them God. 

You needed some time to think, to come up with some sort of plan. Marching off into the woods right behind the trailer park you hear the faint yells on your name but you ignored all of those who were concerned about you. Flashes of the police lights and the tape and the stretcher flooded your brain as if they were taunting you. Trying to pull some fucked up prank to try and get you to crack under pressure. Your feet carried you yards into the woods where Eddie and you visited many times, it had become one of your designated smoking areas. Dodging tree branches that had fallen low and watching your step for any twigs or rocks that could cause you to lose your step. You could care less about the scratches that will show up on your forearms or your shins. Huffs and sighs came out as you kept getting annoyed and you knew you were just frustrated. 

That was when the deserted picnic table came into view. Standing alone looking as if it will collapse any moment but looks are deceiving as you can recall all the times Eddie would stand on the table and jump around like a kid on a sugar high. You couldn’t handle it anymore and your legs gave out from under you. Your body had collapsed to the ground and your hands fisted the earthly mixture of dirt, twigs and leaves. Sobs raked through your body causing you to slightly shake. You could almost feel his arms wrap around and his hair gently getting in your face. It felt so real. You kept hearing your name but as soon as you opened up your eyes it was Dustin and now Max. 

You wiped your tears and shot straight up to your feet, Max rushing to you in case you needed help finding your balance. “Max what are you doing here?” You were completely in shock as the firey red-head made herself completely distant from you and the rest of her friends. You couldn’t blame her because every time you saw her you were somehow transported back to that night. That night in the closed mall. “It’s about Eddie, Y/N. Max said she saw Eddie and Chrissy together,” Dustin rushed out. You turned your head towards him with a look of confusion as she picked back up the story. “But that wasn’t all Y/N, when I went back into my trailer, all the lights–they started to flicker like–well like then it’s back.” Her eyes couldn’t meet yours as you tried to search her face. “Max, are you sure about this?” You needed to know that this wasn’t him, but now this meant that there were more concerns you needed to deal with. This could mean bigger things. 

“Well I don’t know Eddie drives like a maniac and the power goes off all the time at my place. It’s a piece of shit. But this morning I started to think back and I just don’t know. He was scared, Y/N.” Max would never lie to you or say some bullshit thing. You weren’t surprised he took off. You just needed to know where he went and if he was okay. Looking between the two of them you headed off back towards the direction of your car. “Come on, let's go! I have an idea but I need some help.” The sound of Dustin and Max scrambling behind you kept getting quieter as you were taking long strides out of the woods. “Y/N can you slow down and tell us where you are going?” You knew Dustin was out of breath by the sound of his voice but you didn’t care. They always said the first 48 hours were important, right? Time was never on anyone’s side so you needed to find him before anyone else did. 

“Quit fucking around you two and get in the car. I think I know where Eddie is but you can’t say a word to anyone, I just need some resources.” As you hoped in the front of the Chevelle Max and Dustin clamored in the back seat of your car. Before they could even get their seat belts situated as you took off towards the road to head downtown. Dustin screeched up, “Y/N where the hell are you going?” “Before you have another voice crack, I’m going to Family Video. I have an idea of where Eddie could be but I’m not entirely sure where he is. Does that satisfy you Henderson?” If looks could kill, your stare from the rear-view mirror would have slaughtered him. “Wait, why are we going to a Family Video? You think he’s hiding out there?” “Yes Max, I believe he is hiding in the back room watching A New Hope. No Max, but there is a database we can access there for free.” 

Parking was not your best friend today. Not that you cared all that much but your car came to an abrupt stop as you slammed the driver side door and practically marched inside. The two faces you had grown to love came into view as they had been arguing about some girl you were sure. “Y/N,” they cheered in unison. “Don’t get too excited. I need to look someone up. I think I might have a lead on where Eddie might be.” “Woah, hold on Y/L/N, care to explain who you need to look for,” Steve blurts out as he is putting away tapes from his cart. “Reefer Rick. This guy is some sort of legend but all I know is that Eddie would buy from him from time to time. Never met the guy and I have no idea what he looks like.” Robin, in all her curiosity, asks for a last name but you replied that that question was a dead end. “If this guy is a drug dealer, he’s probably been busted.” You sighed and turned your body towards him again. “And what does that have to do with anything?” “It means that he is probably in the system. You know when you get arrested–” ''You want me to go to the cops and ask for the last name of some drug dealer. Am I hearing this correctly Steve?” You could not believe what he was asking of you. “Look before you get your panties in a twist,” to which you scoffed, “All I am saying is that we could fill the cops in on what we know.” Before you have a chance to answer Dustin chirps up, “You believe he is guilty don’t you?”

Now you weren’t sure why Steve was jealous of Dustin hanging out with Eddie, but you found it sort of funny. “I believe in innocence until proven guilty and all that constitutional bullshit.” Dustin and Steve kept going back and forth like this and you gave up on those two as Max, Robin and yourself made use of the precious time you had left. “W-well what if we don’t need a last name,” Robin said quickly. She started typing Rick into the store’s database and 12 potential people already popped up. “Time to narrow it down,” Max whispered. “Rick Alderman- latest rentals were Annie and Dumbo. What are the chances a drug dealer has a family?” You just shook your head no. Robin inhales sharply and continues on. “Rick Conroy- Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf and Romancing the Stone.” “Hard no.” “Okay then, Rick Joiner- Mask, Footloose and Grease.” A unison ‘nah’ was the reply. “Next up is Rick Lipton- Fast Times At Ridgemont High, Cheech and Chong’s Next Movie, Cheech and Chong’s Nice Dreams and Cheech and Chong’s Up In Smoke.” “That’s him. It’s gotta be.” Robin giggles and shakes her head. Reaching up to point at the address, “Is that his address? 2121 Holland Road?” “Correct. Rick Lipton, like the tea, lives at 2121 Holland Road.” Dustin looks up at the mention of the address, “That’s out by lover’s lake.” “Middle of nowhere,” shoots Max with a wicked smile on her face. Robin’s lip quirks up into a smirk, “Perfect place to hide.” 

“Okay we gotta lock up, and then we are gonna head over there. Henderson you’re in the back seat,” Steve commands. He just puts his arms up in disbelief and mutters some comeback to himself. “Y/N, you have the address?” You didn’t hear Steve’s question as you were pacing back and forth. “Hey Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. Forget what I said earlier, I believe you believe in Eddie. We are gonna find him at that house okay?” Your nerves were getting the behest of you so all you could was nod and walk out to his car. 

The entire car ride, you just stared outside the passenger side window and watched the trees pass by. For an hour's car ride, you didn’t find the repetition boring. It reminded you of the times Eddie would take you out to the lake to go swimming or lay in the sun while he would play songs for you on his electric red guitar you gifted him last year. Yet, you mentally pointed out blatant differences of the drive in the daytime versus nighttime. You figured you weren’t far from the house when the road turned into dirt. You knew a lot of houses on the shore of Lover’s Lake were on dirt roads. When you were younger you would visit your aunt during the summer and she had the best lake house in all of Hawkins. Except this visit wasn’t one of joy, it was filled to the brim with dread. 

“Hey–uh, Robin are you sure this is the right place?” “Yes Steve I am sure this is the right place. It looks like the house should be just down the roa–”. The headlights of Steve’s car illuminated what looked like a haunted house. It was as if no one had been in that house for years. The wooden exterior gave you flashbacks filled with water splashes and giggles, what a disappointment your current sight was. You were the first one out of the car and thanks to Dustin and Robin, you each had a flashlight to explore your unfamiliar surroundings. For some reason unbeknownst to you, Dustin thought it was a good idea to ring the doorbell as if he thought Eddie would open up the door in an apron ready to hand out freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. “Eddie! It’s Dustin!” Nothing. Just pure silence except all the exasperated sighs that left your mouths. You crept around the side of the house when your light caught something. 

A shed. You clamored down the dirt path that led to what appeared to be some shack or shed made of aluminum or something. There had been a small fluorescent yellow light hanging above the doorway. You knew that had to be where he was, because if you didn’t find him you don’t know what you would do. You tried to find some sort of opening inside when Robin pushed through the door peeking around the frame and using her flashlight to try and guide her eyes. She whispered and motioned over for you to come right behind her and see if you could spot any sign of life inside. The floorboards creaked as you stepped in one by one and looked high and low, light flares emitting all around. The kayaks and canoes and swimming gear, you gathered, was a shack full of supplies. 

“Hello, anyone home,” Robin quietly called out. You didn’t say anything in fear of him not actually being there. Steve turned off his flashlight as he picked off an oar off of the wall as some sort of weapon. He and Dustin began to argue about picking at some tarp that Eddie could be under. Just when you were going to say something, Max nudged your left arm.Her flashlight showed you wrappers and beer bottles. “Someone was definitely here,” she spoke. “Maybe we spooked him off and he ran,” Robin said nonchalantly. “Robin, could you just not.” Again if looks could kill. She just muttered a soft sorry. Sometimes she says things in tense situations because somehow her mouth and her brain can’t keep up. Just as Steve was about to say some ridiculous thing to Dustin about dying, something popped up from under the tarp. You saw the long black hair and the vest and you knew it was him. 

The figure pushed Steve back against the wall as it held something up to his throat. “Woah woah wait wait please!” Steve cried out. Everyone swarmed around Eddie and Steve. “Eddie! Eddie please!” Your voice finally rang out. You pushed yourself ahead so he could get a clear shot of you. “Eddie, it’s Y/N, I'm here. This is Steve and he’s not going to hurt you, isn’t that right Steve?” All he could do was nod his head slightly in hopes his throat would catch the sharp object Eddie had cradled to his hand. This look that washed over his face was one you had never seen before. Somehow fear morphed into this survival mode he had gone into. However, you couldn’t blame him. “Steve please just drop the oar, Eddie he’s cool, okay?” You heard the thud and he pressed the weapon closer. “Eddie don’t!” 

“What are you doing here?” He wanted answers. “We are here for you. I was looking for you Eddie,” you pleaded. “We are here to help. See it’s Henderson, and this is Robin, you know the one from band.” She then imitated her french horn skills. “Th-this is Max, the one who never wants to play D&D. These are my friends Eddie, please.” “Eddie, please it’s me,” all he could do was stare at you, “We are on your side, I am on your side.” He looked back at Steve and finally surrendered. He let Steve go as he took an inhale and Eddie walked over to the wall. He slid down and you rushed over to him, dropping to your knees. Instinctively you pulled him in. Your arms going under and around him as you brought him so close to your body. Neither of you needed to say anything as you felt a bit better being with each other again. “Y/N, I didn’t do it I swear.” You could hear the crack in his voice as he pulled you insanely tighter. Your right hand came up to brush his hair in the back as you oh so gently swayed him. “I know Eds, why do you think I am here?”

You could see out of the corner of your eye that the four of them started inching up to him. You stuck out your hand in the motion of ‘stop’. You just needed to be alone with him and figure out what the hell happened. Max sensed you wanted to be with him, so she grabbed Dustin and Robin who then grabbed Steve as they made their way outside. You pulled away and gently grabbed his hand rubbing your thumb over his knuckles just the way he always liked you to do it. Sobs started racking through body causing him to slightly shake. “You won’t believe me darling.” “Try me Eddie.” 

He started to go into detail as much as he could stomach about the night in his trailer with Chrissy Cunningham. The way her bones snapped and how it was like something was in her head pulling. “I was so scared Y/N, so I–I ran.” He looked defeated for some reason. You used your hand to lift his chin up, “I know Eds and it’s okay. I believe you and to be honest if I were there I would have done the same thing.” You couldn’t help the wave of guilt that washed over you, but you wouldn’t let him know that. “You think I'm crazy right?” “Not at all Eddie,” the tone of his voice alone could have shattered your heart. This wasn’t fair. He already had enough shit to worry about. You engulfed him in another hug, this time cradling his hand in your neck as you let him cry it out softly. “There will come a time soon that I will explain exactly why you aren’t crazy but right now I need to make sure you’re okay. Can I do that Eddie?” He simply just nodded and stood up letting you inspect him for any sort of wound. 

“You know I waited for your van this morning. I waited to hear the loud sound of Ozzy or Zeppelin coming down the cul de sac, but I had been overcome with concern. That was what led me to be here tonight, Eds, for you.” He didn’t say anything as you continued to try and calm him down. “I felt this pit in my stomach drop because you never missed a day. Even if you skipped, you always took care of me. From the first day I walked into Mr.Keith’s calc class, you always took care of me. From driving me to and from school, getting me food and just making sure I'm okay. I still even have your pick on my necklace.” You moved your shirt collar to the side to show the guitar pick that was held up by a chain. It was a gift Eddie gave you after your first Corroded Coffin show. 

Eddie had no idea where all of this was coming from but he knew it had been genuine. “Y/N, please look at me.” He grabbed you by your chin and made you peer into his mesmerizing brown eyes. “I wish you were there. I wish you were at my place, prancing around and screaming Ozzy at the top of your lungs. I probably wouldn’t have been in this fucked up situation if you were at my trailor, baking chocolate chip cookies in my club shirt. But we are here and fuck. I am just so fucking happy you’re here. You were the only thing that I could think about in these past 24 hours. I also started thinking that maybe I’m not good for you.” His voice started to break and his lower lip that you always stared at started to tremble. “Darlin, look at me. I’m a 20 year old on the run from the police for a murder that I didn’t commit. I can’t even pass Ms.O’Donnell’s stupid english class. You have no business being out here for me.” 

His back turned to face you, so all you could see was the Dio shirt sewn onto the back of his jean jacket vest. You could visibly see his shoulders shake slightly as low whimpers left his lips. You had only seen him cry one other time and it was when he thought you were mad at him for hanging out with another girl at his trailer on your birthday. Gently, you brought your hand up to his right shoulder to slowly turn him around. “Eddie, please look at me. Is it the holidays? No so why should I give a fuck about any of that. I care about you because I don’t know a single person who takes care of me like you do. I can’t imagine what the past three years would have looked like without you. You make me complete Eddie Munson.” You took small steps forward until you were pressed against his chest. Your eyes bearing into his, “I come to you for everything, you are in my life for good, for better or worse. You need me now and I’m here. So let me help.” His eyes darted from yours down to your lips and stayed there for a second until they met your eyes again. 

You could feel your breath leave your lungs as you closed the micro-gap and connected your lips to his. His top lip slotted in between your top and bottom, as his bottom lip caressed right under yours. It was soft and light, almost like the two of you weren’t touching. Almost on instinct, your right hand came up and made its home on his left cheek. Your kisses were like dances between your lips, synced and mesmerizing. It felt like time had stopped moving, as if the two of you were trapped in time, in each other’s arms. His arms made their way around your waist as he pulled you extremely closer to his body. His kisses were starting to become more passionate. You could feel his nose scrunched up a bit as he was working hard to not rush anything. Eddie was trying to savor this moment, to savor you.  Your hand slowly worked from his cheek to the back of his neck. Your fingers ran through the strands of hair in the back, slotting themselves to have a bit more control over him. This touch made him whimper ever so slightly. If it weren’t so quiet in the shack, you swore you would have never heard it. 

Stilling your body from his, you pulled back centimeters to gain oxygen. His eyes were still closed and you could see that the tips of his ears were beet red. If only you had a camera, because fuck you wish you could see this 24/7. The two of you barely started and he already looked fucked out. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you back but before he could steal a kiss, your lips moved faster to his neck. He had a prominent vein on the left side and you started there. Goosebumps flittered all across his skin at the contact of your lips. He could have sworn that your kisses were works of a phantom as they had been so light on his neck. But he felt his eyes open and close in the pleasure he was receiving. He could feel them slide down to the base of his neck and then glide to where his neck met his ear. 

His first audible gasp was made due to the slight tug on his earlobe you made with your teeth. Your breath was hot in juxtaposition with the slight shivers you sent down his spine as you whispered into his ear. “Can you let me show you how much I want to help you?” It wasn’t out of shock or fear that he was frozen, it was out of pleasure. He just slightly nodded his head, yet not coming off as hesitated. The look in his eyes said it all. They changed from their usual confidence to lust and pure and utter need. Diving back in for another kiss, you still kept it passionate and slow, but this time you knew he wanted you just as much. Your tongue slowly pushed past the barriers of his lips and invaded his mouth. You had been taken a bit  back because he wasn’t quick to fight for dominance as he is usually quick with witty remarks and a smirk plastered to his face. He was fine with you taking control. Again, this was all you needed. Your tongue lapped over his and he followed suit. Meanwhile, his left hand squeezed your hip as his right hand made his way down towards your ass. 

He always admired your ass. The way in which he wasn’t entirely rough, but you could feel the outline of rings and the slight calluses on his fingers from playing the guitar for so long. His hands felt good as they squeezed and rubbed along the fabric of your jeans. The friction that you felt fucking incredble. You knew that there was a wall right behind him, so you started to push his body towards the wall. You both felt the abrupt force and this was your queue to gently push his shoulders down so he could sit down on the floor. This caused him to be in between your legs and looking up at you. His hands ran up your legs, feeling the back of your calves and reaching your things, finally resting on the swell of your ass. He groped and pulled your clothed pussy right to his nose. You stumbled forward and braced yourself against the wall with your hands as he could fucking smell you. The sharp inhale he made went straight to your panties. He groaned into your inner thigh and kissed his way up to your cunt. 

His skilled fingers made quick work on the button of your jeans and sliding the zipper down. Deliberately, he pulled your black distressed jeans down, making sure not to pull down your underwear. He wanted to unwrap every aspect of you like a gift. “Baby, you smell so fucking delicious. May I?” His eyes looked up in a nonverbal way of asking for consent. The small whimper that escaped the back of your throat was all the conformation he needed. The softness of his lips slightly tickled as they made way from your inner thigh to your clothed cunt. You could faintly make out a smirk that was plastered to his face as he made a quiet chuckle that he thought was only to himself. “My sweet girl, have you gotten yourself all worked up for me?” His thumb slid up as it found itself hovering over the wet patch that was insatiably growing by the second. He pressed it gently to your clit and you melwed in pleasure. His eyes shot straight up to your face, seeing as your eyes were glued shut. His smile grew wider as he wanted to see what he could truly do to you. 

“Eddie, baby please. I need more.” He wasn’t a complete asshole that would tease you to no end because lord knows he wanted to feel you just as bad. “Shh, it’s okay baby. You’ll get what you want. I promise princess.” He slid your cotton panties down your legs at an agonizing pace. He gently took your left leg to step out of them and then grabbed the soaked fabric from around your right ankle and stuffed them into his back pocket. That could have possibly been the hottest thing you had ever witnessed. Looking back down, your eyes met his already waiting ones. 

Without breaking any eye contact, he kissed his way up to your dripping pussy. The initial touch felt so lively. The way his tongue parted your lips to lap at your clit made your head fall back. It felt as if he was licking you like a melting ice cream cone. The tip just barely flicking at your clit made your mind go absolutely dizzy. Moans slipped out of your mouth like a prayer. Breathless calls of his name became more frequent as your hands found themselves tangled in that glorious hair of his. Meanwhile, his hands snaked up to your ass as you squeezed and pulled you closer to his face. He nuzzled his nose into your cunt because he couldn't get enough of you. Thank god for the wall stabilizing your frame because your legs began to shake as he moved his lips to suck your clit. 

This was something you had never felt before in receiving head, especially since that in and of itself was a rarity. “Fuck Eddie please. You feel so fucking good.” His responses were slight moans in return. He made sure he was completely and utterly focused on eating you out like you were his last meal. Surely you could feel the intensity of his tongue and the transitions from flicking and sucking, driving you fucking feral. Hips bucking into his face trying to chase your high that had been bubbling in the pit of your stomach. You had wanted nothing more than to cum all over that face of his. To see him pull back with his nose, lips and chin glistening with your juices. 

However, Eddie picked up your body language and put the pieces together that you were on the brink of an orgasm. He slowly started to ease on his actions and at once he pulled back, gasping for oxygen. Your bliss was ripped from you in a matter of seconds as you looked down to see Eddie with a shiny face and a huffing chest. “Well why’d you do that?” You found yourself huffing a little as well. His response was such an Eddie thing to say. “Why do you think you get to cum so easily, sweetheart?” You were completely dumbfounded at his words. You couldn’t believe he did that to you. Scoffing you stepped to the side of him and knelt down to his level. “This is how it’s gonna be?” His eyes searched yours for any humor you might have been hinting at, but you had been dead serious. 

His adam's apple bobbed in fear as he gulped your words. You brought your finger up to  his lips to shush him quietly. You leaned closer to his ear to whisper to him, “It’s okay baby. Unlike you, I'm going to take real good care of you. So much that the pleasure will be too fucking much.” He should have been worried, but he was exhilarated. Your words traveled straight down to his throbbing cock. Control pulsed through your veins as you sat atop of his jean-clad thighs. You made sure to grind down your soaking pussy over the strained erection he caused himself. His sharp inhales made a wide smile prevalent on your face. “Ah-fuck baby. Look princess I’m sorry. It’s just so much fun making you work for your orgasm.” “Oh, I hope it was worth every last second, Eds. Because when I’m through with you, well, you’ll see for yourself.” He couldn’t help rutting up to get into rhythm with your movements. “Please Y/N! I need it.” “What is it that you need Eddie?” You ground harder as your clit caught the right friction against the rough denim. 

Muffled grunts started to spill from your lips as you kept your pace, growing harder as he kept begging you. You wanted him to work for it. To work for your pussy. “Sh-shit baby please.” “Please what?” You reached up to gently move some of his hair out of the way, “Use your words pretty boy.” You could see the veins in his neck appear as he tried to control himself. “Y/N please I need you bouncing on my cock.” You moved closer to his face, your lips centimeters from his. “Now was that so hard, sweetheart?” It was kind of adorable how visibly pink his cheeks were getting at the nickname. `

You didn’t feel the need to say anything else as you moved back to make work on his jeans. You pulled his notorious Hellfire shirt up slightly past his stomach. The dark hairs that clearly led down to his happy trail made you squirm. The toned muscles of his v-lines made something bubble within you. The handcuff buckle that rested on his belt always drove you crazy as scenes of you or him handcuffed to each other’s bed. The rustling of his belt echoed through the shed as your nimble fingers were working fast. Neither of you bothered to fully  shed his clothes as you just wanted his cock to be free. If you hadn’t been so worked up you would have dragged his zipper down at the slowest pace imaginable but you nearly ripped it down, almost breaking it. 

This fucking bastard. Of course he doesn’t wear underwear. You tugged his jeans to the middle of his thigh as you grasp his aching member in your hand. Eddie hissed as your hand wrapped around it. “S-so fucking soft love.” Your eyes met as you slowly went up and down his shaft with your hand. He slightly curved upwards and the mushroom tip made you so fucking happy.He may not have been long but lord knew he made that up in girth. Barely pumping all 6.5 inches as he wreathed underneath you. You relished in the power that this had been giving you. You never thought Eddie “the freak” Munson could submit himself to you like this. Hovering over him, you slightly drug his tip in between your soaking lips, getting him ready to take all of you. “I’m on the pill, don't worry.” As soon as the last word fell off your tongue, you completely engulfed him as he came to the hilt of your pussy. The both of you moaning as you sat there trying to adjust to his size. “You knew you had this amazing cock and you never cared to fuck me with it?” 

Your left hand rested in his shaggy hair as  your right hand braced your body with his chest. He  couldn’t form any words with the way your pussy was clenching him. He merely groaned as his stomach muscles tensed below you. “Eddie baby, you feel so good, can I start to move now?” His head was thrown back and he quickly nodded in fear that you didn’t see his answer to move. Your hips lifted a few inches and dropped back down. This caused him to moan out as his eyes screwed shut. The way his cock massaged your inner walls made your toes curl. His tip was just slightly brushing over that spongy spot that made you cry out and you made it your mission to hit that spot tonight. Lifting back up a bit more this time, you dropped back down more force causing the slapping of skin to ring out and bounce off of the walls around you. 

On instinct, his hands flew to your ass, kneading the flesh in his palms and giving the occasional slap. Your hips raised all the way to the top to the point of his tip being in the only part inside you. Sinking all the way down to the base of his cock. You kept the pace of lifting and sliding for a few more minutes. The ache that started to spread in your legs was becoming more prevalent but you could care less. All that mattered was Eddie’s pleasure. The way his mouth was hung open and beautiful moans kept coming out. “Yea baby, that feels good? Tell me how good it feels.” “Oh god Y/N, your pussy feels incredible. So wet and warm.” You gasp as his  hand delivers a slap to your ass. “That’s it baby, feel how good my cunt is wrapped around you. Such a good boy for me.” His whimpers were like music to your ears. You could see his stomach muscles tensing and flexing more as you continued to ride him. You decided to pick up the pace and come down harder. This caused mewls and whimpers to escape his lips. 

Observing his face, little streaks of tears left the corners of his eyes. It was all so good and he couldn’t contain how good it felt. “Please Y/N, I need to cum.” Those were the joyous words you had been waiting to hear. “Shh, let me take care of you.” You quicken your pace and you didn’t think to muffle the screams that had been coming from you. You had fulfilled your mission in hitting that soft spot as you hit it everytime. So, you found yourself nearing your end too. “Hang on just a little bit longer. Let me use you to make myself cum Eds.” He simply nodded and gripped your ass tighter. You stopped riding and switched to grinding, trying to find the right friction on your clit. “Yes, that’s it Eddie. Make me cum baby.” Your screams rung through his ears and he opens his eyes just in time to see you fall apart in front of him. The way your breast slightly bounced in front of his face and the way your face contorted in pleasure. He could feel you gripping his cock and the way your body shook above him. You are still in place to let your ograsm crash down on you. The build up from before made this much more intense. He watched in awe as you came down from your high just in time to realize he needed his. “Come on baby, use me to cum.” That was all he needed as he started plowing up into you. The way his balls slapped against your ass and you braced yourself fully for him. Screams echoed around the shed walls as he drove into your sensitive pussy. “Almost fucking there baby. That’s it.” His thrusts were becoming more erratic and you knew he was close. “Fuck I-I’m gonna cum.” He brought you down fully on him as you could feel his cum shoot up into you. You gasped as you could feel how much he had been cumming. He groaned in relief as he slumped against the wall. “Holy shit Y/N.” You dryly laughed as you tried to compose yourself. “I know, I bet you didn’t plan for that to happen tonight.” “Yea. no. Maybe getting arrested, definitely not this.” 

You were taken back when he leaned up and trapped your lips in his. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed back. Even though a light layer of sweat covered both of your bodies, neither of you cared. His hands gently picked you up off of him as some of his cum dripped out from you. Before the both of you could say something, a loud knock came from the door as Steve shouted, “Hey can the two of you stop fucking in there and let’s go?” Eddie burst out laughing and doubled over on the floor. “Looks like we gotta go princess.”

Finders Keepers, Horny Losers- e.m

Part 1

a/n: THIS CAME TO ME ONE LATE NIGHT AFTER ONE TOO MANY BOWLS. Just pure filth, but enjoy at your disposal. 

Summary: Eddie's long time best friend finds something interesting and decides to explore her curiosity.

Warnings: Pure porn. Use of sex toys, heavy mention of drugs, swearing, oral (m! receiving), fem!reader, slightly dom!reader, mention of creampie if you squint, pet names, I think that’s it?? MDNI–18+ ONLY! 

wc: 3.5k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader best friend

Requests are open!

DO NOT PUBLISH MY WORK ANYWHERE

photo credit: N/A

You weren’t exactly looking for your best friend’s sex toy. Honest to God. Eddie had sent you on a mission to get your favorite bowl to smoke out of for the next session the curly haired boy started. It had been a blistering summer day in the middle of July. Peak heat was burning down on your sweat coated skin and neither of you could take the abuse of the rays any longer. 

You had haphazardly thrown on some band shirt that Eddie had laying on the ground. An old Iron Maiden shirt that was starting to get holes in the collar and sleeves. You praised Eddie for always buying oversized shirts so he could share them with you, something he had picked up on early in your friendship. 

It fell just a bit below where your ass and thighs connected. It had covered the black bikini bottoms that had been completely dry from sitting out in the Indiana heat. “Jesus Eddie, have you ever heard of a bookshelf? Or some sort of organization?” You rolled your eyes as you hung up his beloved denim vest on a hanger in his closet as you could hear him mumble some half-ass remark. No wonder Eddie lost everything, he never put anything away. You recalled the multitude of times that you had practically begged him to let you clean his room. His defense was that creative people had messy rooms and if anything had changed you would be “damaging” his creative genius. 

Socks, shirts, and boxers had littered the floor and chair in his room. You were surprised he hadn’t discovered a new fungi species in this abyss. He was careless with his smoking equipment so you had figured it would be on the floor. Dropping to be on your hands and knees, you began rummaging under the bed that had been all too familiar. Textbooks from sophomore biology and barely worn pants were scattered all over. Shoving things to the side as it had been too dark to see under, your hand collided with something that you couldn’t make out. The base felt cylindrical and got wider at the top with some sort of spongy dome on the top.

Your arm retracted with the unknown object in your right arm until it saw the light of day. Your eyes went wide and your left hand smacked over your mouth hoping your gasp wasn’t loud enough for the boy in the next room to hear. You weren’t meant to see this because it was under his bed but your curiosity got the better of you anyway. It had been such a shock to discover your best friend’s personal pocket pussy. The thought of him actually having used it made something in your lower stomach burn.  

You inspected the pink silicone toy with a decent anatomy on top. The flesh tone and outline of the clit and labia made your mind race with different situations in which Eddie would use it. You couldn’t help but take your finger and run the tip of it around the artificial slit. It felt clean and smelt of antibacterial soap. At least it was a bit comforting to know he properly washed this thing. ‘How long has he had this?’ ‘Where did he get it?’ ‘How often does he use this?’ All these questions were flooding into your brain with each second that passed.

It must have been why didn’t hear the creaking of his door opening. “Y/N–what are you doing?” You let out a small scream as you tried hiding the toy as if it were your secret and not his. “Eds I I didn’t mean to find it, I swear. My hand just grazed this thing and I grabbed it and pulled it out and if I had any idea of what it was I would never have pulled it out. You know it’s normal for guys to have things like this–”. “Y/N please stop talking.” He couldn’t move from his place in the doorway. Partially from being embarrassed that you had found his little toy but also from you being on your knees with his shirt riding up on your hips, revealing your thighs that had been sticking together all day due to the cruel heat. 

Your eyes scanned over his body. His cheeks were turning bright red and you could make out the slight tips of his ears burning with embarrassment as well. His chest became flushed, which made for a fun juxtaposition with the black ink on his chest. It was a rare occasion that you had ever seen Eddie shirtless, but was it a pleasure. Traveling further south, small black hairs were scattered under his gray sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips. Your eyes averted their attention back to his face as you had this dumbfounded look on your face. 

Still holding the fleshlight in your hands you brought it to your front and stood up so you had finally been at some sort of eye level with him. His eyes darted down to the sight of your small hands gripping the toy he often used after you would visit, which had been an often occurrence. “Eddie–” “Y/N–”. The two of you are rambling at the same time. He stopped talking and motioned for you to explain how you got yourself into this sticky situation. “Honest to God Eddie, this was a mistake. I never knew you even owned one a-and I am just so sorry.” Your small and delicate hands were squeezing the flesh silicon, in fear he wouldn’t notice how flustered you had been. 

His eyes softened at your nerves and he chuckled through his own embarrassment that he had been struggling with. “Darling it’s okay. I am not mad at you and clearly I should have hid it away better. I know you weren’t looking for it.” He gently took baby steps to you as he noticed you were still tensing up. His hands met yours as he slowly pried it from your slightly shaky hands. In his left hand, he held the toy and in the right he was guiding you to sit down. Your back felt like it had been in flames with his hand on the mid of your back. It felt heavy with the extra weight of his bulky rings. 

“Y/N, there is really no need to be upset over this. Trust me.” His hand was going up and down trying to sooth your nerves. You just groaned into your hands as you hunched over, shielding yourself from your best friend. “I know it’s just an intimate item and clearly your best friend isn’t supposed to see it. I mean it would be like you finding my vibra–”. You barely finished the sentence before you felt his hand stall. Sitting as stiff as a board you look to your left to see a wide eyed look and a shit eating grin slapped on the curly haired boy. “Oh so you have your own selection of toys I see?” “No! Ignore that comment.” 

He started laughing as you stood up and snatched the fake pussy from his hands. “C’mon Y/n, you know I am just messing with you. Masturbation is completely normal and healthy and–”. “Stop it Eddie. You sound just like my mother, Jesus.” He could see you examining the fleshlight in your hand as you inspected the curves and grooves that were supposed to be the lips and clit. “Stick your fingers inside.” Your head shot straight up to meet his eyes in disbelief. “That’s gross. You’ve stuck your dick in this. I am not doing that. Plus you must forget I know what a vagina feels like. I don’t need to feel a fake one.” He snorted out a laugh at your blatant disgust as you still kept looking at it. 

It was a standard one that you could get from any sex shop. A black plastic cylindrical holder with the silicone toy stuffed inside for maximum pleasure. “Yet you still seem to be intrigued by it even if my dick has been inside it.” You rolled your eyes at the cocky comment, but your cheeks betrayed in revealing the blush that it sent to your face. “I dunno. I’ve heard of them before. I just have never seen one, let alone held one.” You were going to ask your next question but hesitated. He could sense this and leaned back on his elbows looking at you. “Go ahead, ask whatever you want.” 

You took a deep breath and swallowed your nerves. “What does it feel like when you use it?” His left eyebrow sort of shot up, not in disbelief or shock but just surprised that you had the balls to say it out loud. “Well, it does its job at feeling like a pussy sometimes. I use lube and obviously it feels very wet. The silicone part is pushed in there pretty tight so it feels very snug when I use it.” You slightly nodded, not sure of what answer you had been expecting. Your next question came out in a bit of a croak. “Does it feel good?” His laugh echoed through the room as he held his stomach. It was kind of cute how innocent you looked. Your eyes darted from him to the toy. “Yes–it does feel good. But it isn’t the real thing, ya know?” 

You mentally scolded yourself as you were sure it felt good to him. “Do you use it a lot?” You wanted to sew your mouth shut so you could stop from the self-inflicted torture. “You are curious today dalin’. Uh, yea. To answer your question, I do use it pretty often.” The two of you sat in silence. You couldn’t help it. You wanted more answers but dare not ask the questions. That’s why Eddie was so good. He could practically hear the question in his head as he was spilling out an answer. “Y/n, to answer a question I know you have. I may use it a lot. I use it just about every time you come over to visit. Obviously I don’t use it when you’re here or when you spend the night but yea…”

You couldn’t bear to look him in his eyes. It felt like your heart could leap out of your chest at any given moment. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Eddie scoot down to the foot of the bed. He pulled your legs closer to him, making you shuffle your feet in between his legs. It always drove you crazy when he would manspread. His hands glided over yours. “Hey I’m sorry if that was too much. I don’t want to scare you off or anything. I just wanted to be open with you.” You shook your head and chuckled a bit. “I’m not upset. Just a little surprised.” “What, you don’t think I don’t see how you look at me darlin’?” You turned your head to the right so you couldn’t make eye contact. “I had hoped you wouldn’t.” 

“Too late now. I guess the pussy is out of the bag.” You couldn’t help but laugh which had you looking him in the eyes as he was clearly proud of that one. Your laughter died down and your smile dropped. “Were you–were you going to use it after I left today?” This definitely took him by surprise and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed your question. His right hand came up and scratched the back of his head as he let out an almost shameful ‘yes’. 

You took in his answer and immediately followed up with another question. This time all bets were off the table. “Can I use it on you?” he had no choice but to meet your eyes. “What?” “I said–.” “No, I heard what you said.” “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just figured I would save you the time later by doing it for you.” For some reason, those words went straight to his cock. He thought it was incredibly hot that you were being this bold. “Do you want to do this angel?” “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t.” He chuckled at your sassy reply. There was his girl. 

“I mean if you really want to, be my guest.” This was all you needed as you sank to your knees, maintaining eye contact. You made yourself extremely close to him as you set down the toy to his left thigh. Your hands creeped their way up to his low waist band. You could see his stomach contract and his muscles tensing as your fingers skimmed the fabric over his pelvic bone. “Don’t be a tease baby.” This led you to pay more attention to the very obvious tent that had been growing in his sweats. “So big,” you mumbled more to yourself. You had always heard the rumors but now you had your own confirmation. 

“It’s all your baby. All for you.” He knew what to say and it immediately went down to your soaked bikini bottoms. Taking no time, your hands pulled down his sweats to the middle of his thighs, allowing his erection to spring up. It bobbed slightly against his stomach as he was still holding himself up. It curved slightly upward and there had been a prominent vein that ran on the underside of the shaft. It led right up to the cut red tip. Smaller dark curls littered the bottom yet they looked trimmed. The sight alone made you go feral. Admiring it like it had been a sculpture in an art museum. “Touch it sweetheart.” His words snapped you out of your daze. 

Your left hand reached out to gently hold it in your hand. It was slightly heavy and had a velvet sort of touch to it. You gently squeezed his cock in your hand and he slightly hissed through his teeth. Just then a dribble of precum emerged from his slit. Without thinking your tongue captured the slightly salty mixture. He gasped at the feeling of your tongue as he hadn’t been expecting it. His right arm reached out to pet your hair and your tongue swirled around his tip. He scooped up as much hair as he could while being gentle with you. Your lips wrapped themselves around his head as your tongue started to trace over the vein. This caused him to grasp your hair harder causing a slight groan to be muffled. “Do you like that sweetheart? Like it when I pull your hair with your pretty lips wrapped around my fucking cock?” 

Your eyes said it all. His head just pulled back as you went further down his shaft as your cheeks hollowed out. Painfully going slow to tease him. Paying extra attention to his head. You pulled up right as you could tell he had been enjoying it. A small ‘pop’ echoed in his room. Some more precum leaked out as it slightly fell down his member. “See what you do to me darlin’?” You laughed dryly as you reached for his toy, completely forgetting why you were in this position. Hovering over him, eyes locked, you spit on his cock. 

That was an image he would engrain in his memory. His sweet girl on her knees spitting on his cock like a little whore. “Fuck baby.” He moaned at the sight and closed his eyes. He had been so hard, it was easy to gently push the fleshlight over the tip. He let out a loud gasp as he felt it glide over his head with ease. “That’s it baby, make me feel good.” His eyes were screwed shut as you brought the imitation pussy over the tip slowly. Barely pushing down and teasing the fuck out of him. For a few more moments you continued your pattern of just fucking his tip but wanted to see him more fucked out. That’s when you sunk it down completely on him. Bringing it to the base and bottoming out of the toy. 

A long and strained moan escaped from his throat as his arm gave out from under him. He reached for the ragged quilt around him, trying to grasp onto something. It felt good to be the one controlling his pleasure. He had always been so cocky and confident and yet here you were fucking with cock with a toy. He lifted his head to make eye contact with you and you couldn’t help but smile slightly. Seeing that fucked out look in his eyes as they glossed over with lust. He looked beautiful like this. You brought it up and brought it down with force this time. He never knew that getting this toy in hopes of helping his thoughts of fucking you come true would lead to this. 

Your torture on his cock quickened with your pace. “Does that feel good Eddie?” Your voice was so quiet, not too loud than a whisper. You were still trying to be innocent and it was driving him up the walls. “You have no idea how good it feels darlin’.” Your hand slightly squeezed the plastic holder as your pace quickened more. Your spit was mixing with his precum and it had been lubbing him up quickly, letting out an almost squelching sound. “I always imagine fucking your pussy when I pound it this–this thing.” He rushed out his confession as you continued your assault on his rock hard cock. You didn’t say anything as you just watched the fleshlight swallow his cock every time you pushed it down and pulled it up. 

You couldn’t help but think this is what it would look like if you were riding him instead of using his own toy on him. “Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last. You just feel so fucking good.” That made your eyes meet his as you bit your lip and continued your fast movements of going up and down on his member. “Yeah? Are you going to cum thinking about how this could be my pussy instead Eddie?” His eyes practically rolled into the back of his skull at the sound of your question. “God yes. Please baby, make me cum in that tight pussy of yours.” His pleas were like hymns. 

You knew it wouldn’t take too much to make him cum so quickly while you were still pumping his cock into his toy, your head darted down to his balls. Excitedly taking one into your mouth, you rolled it around while gently sucking on it. This caused his hips to fuck up into your hand at a distorted rhythm. “That’s it baby. That’s it.” He was so close and he didn’t want this to end, but he needed to cum. You continued to tongue at him as you kept pumping him when you felt his hips still and you could feel his cock twitch. “That’s it Eddie, cum.” His hips rutted up slightly as moans of your name fell from his lips. You could make out a slightly sheer coat of sweat on his forehead as he sat himself back up. 

You didn’t take the toy off immediately. You slightly pumped his overstimulated cock to see how sensitive he got. He gasped and tried to move away. You lightly laughed as you carefully brought the toy up and off of him. His cum quickly followed and dripped all over his stomach and pelvis. It truly did look like he just came inside a pussy and that made something in your lower stomach churn. “That was fucking incredible.” He was slightly out of breath as he sat up fully. He reached over and took off the distressed Iron Maiden shirt. He used it to whip the cum off of him and the toy, as much as he could. 

“Do you do that with all your shirts?” “That’s what you're concerned about right now?” “Well, I do wear them often so yes.” He couldn’t believe you and just laughed as he tucked himself back into his sweats. Tossing you an old Sabbath shirt, he made his way to the headboard, gesturing for you to join him. You crawled up to him and slotted yourself under his left arm. “I think we should do that more often, but maybe not with any sex toys,” you shyly said. “Yea? I would love to do that too.” 

You both sat in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. You spotted something on his nightstand to the right of him. Sitting on top of an issue of Heavy Metal was the glass pipe that had gotten you into all of this. “Fuck me,” you muttered as you reached across his torso to grasp the delicate item. “Can you pack a bowl while I get some snacks?”

The Pleasure Principle - e.m.

a/n: Lord have mercy. This is just straight porn. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing! As always requests are always open!

Summary: Eddie finds himself at a strip club one night and sees a familiar face on stage. How could he not request a dance? 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Graphic description, rough sex, Dom!Eddie,choking, swearing, being a stripper? Alcohol consumption, pet names: kitten, doll, etc. sexual tension, creampie, unprotected sex, Wrap it before you tap!

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader stripper

Wc: 4.3k 

Photo credit: N/A

Do not post my work anywhere!

Friday nights were always the busiest of your week. It was payday and everyone wanted a stress reliever for a hard week’s work. You had claimed your residency at the club a little over 7 months ago. It was pretty hard to miss the neon signs that illuminated the front of the building. A giant yellow and pink flashing neon sign etched ‘PANTHER PLAYGROUND’ with a bright pink cat that switched to a girl arching her back. On the front of the building were other neon signs in hues of blues, purples and pinks ‘Girls Girls Girls’, ‘All Nude’, ‘Live Girls’. The strip club had been located 15 minutes south of Hawkins, where you and most of the girls lived. 

Plenty of graduated seniors and business men made their way there every week it seemed. Most of your shifts, much like this one, started at 10 p.m. and ended near 2 a.m. You had 5 half hour floor sets and the rest of the time was spent in the private rooms where regulars, out of towners or newbies wanted a one on one dance. While you might have been fairly new to the playground, you were the hottest ticket in town. 

You had graduated over a year ago and had been the youngest girl there at a whooping nineteen. That drove everyone up the wall. It earned you the nickname ‘Babydoll’. You played on this by wearing bright and playful colors. Your signature was pink. Baby pink lipgloss, lingerie, heels, makeup, and pink glitter. The more innocent you looked the more bills you collected at the end of the night. Frills, lace, shimmer, you name it. 

It had already been 12:15 a.m. and it was time for your third set of the night, except now you were on the main stage. The reflective tiles littered across were in the shape of a giant ‘T’. It seemed like a catwalk with the pole right in the middle of the stage’s junction. That was your favorite place to dance. You could easily get lost as the spotlight followed you down the aisle. Your friends often asked if you still had stage fright but it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t wait to strut out onto the stage and captivate the lively bodies in the room. 

The club’s walls were bouncing from the bass and reverberation of each of the songs that played one after another. Each girl had a mix that played when they were on the main stage. Through all of the glitter and innocence, your mix consisted of rock and metal. The juxtaposition alone made the room go wild. Scanning  the crowd, you knew tonight was going to be a good one. Weekends in the summer always were. “Next up, you know her, you love her. She's the Panther's girl next door. Give it up for…Babydoll!” The DJ’s voice mixed with the cheers and whistles that echoed in your ears. 

You pranced up the stairs and smiled and waved at some of the familiar faces you spotted in the crowd. Twirling to get some of the tables more loud and playing with your hair that was curled and teased up. Before you planted yourself on the pole, you turned to a random table of guys you're recognized from a few years ago at Hawkins High. It was your way to start a set by blowing a glossed kiss at a new table every night. 

You raised your right hand above your head and gripped the pole tight. Squeezing your thighs and arching your back so your ass was clearly pushed against the cold steel. That’s when ‘Girls Girls Girls’ by Motley Crue blasted throughout the club. Mixtures of 1’s. 5’s, and 20’s were starting to get thrown at you. Intricately swinging and grinding on the pole. Running your hands up and down your body. Bending over and arching to place yourself in positions that leave little to the imagination. 

Right as you worked your way to the chorus you decided to pay the folks at the end of the catwalk some attention. Crawling on all fours, sensually, you heard praises and clapping from either side of you. But that was drowned out. Everything was drowned out as you looked up right at the front doors. The doors had opened to reveal someone who would have never expected to waltz right in. 

Back in your senior year, you had shared a few classes with him. He failed almost all of them. Not because he wasn’t smart but because he struggled but no one gave a shit. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. The reason you two got along was maybe for your love of metal and rock or the fact that you actually helped him in class or the few times you bought a quarter off of him occasionally. He always called you a freak but you liked it. Liked that if you two shared things in common then you would gladly wear the name on your sleeves. 

The odd thing was you had never seen him in here before, so now you were intrigued as to why he had been here. But as Vince Neil’s voice reverberated off of the walls, his eyes seemed to catch yours and a wave of shock ran through his eyes but a prominent smirk was etched on his face. This translated into a newfound confidence for you. This dance isn't for everyone anymore. It hadn’t even been for yourself, it was for him. Your eyes followed him as you picked a table not too far from the stage. Just the perfect view to catch you prancing around like a doe. 

Song after song played as he still cradled his amber colored drink. Watching you dance. His eyes raking over your body, every crevice and curve. Watching the way your body moved sensually. It was now 12:45 a.m. by the time you had walked off of the main stage. Collecting any and all bills that belonged to you and stuffing them in your pink fluffy duffle bag that you use strictly for your money. Once you knew your money had been safely put away, you headed out to the floor in search of the man of the hour. 

However, to your disappointment he had disappeared along with his amber colored drink. Just as you headed towards the bar in hopes if the bartender had seen him anywhere, one of the managers turned you around. “Hey babydoll, there is a private dance waiting in room 1. He also paid for extra time.” “Oh okay, how long did they want?” “Guy said he wanted an hour. Paid upfront in cash too.” The disbelief that took over your face. “Phil, you know I can’t do that.” “Sorry sweetheart, but he already paid. Plus he’s new.” 

The sour taste this new guy put in your mouth could just about ruin your night. You practically have to dance for this guy until you close. Of course Phil would allow you to miss your two other stage sets for this fucking dance. You couldn’t help but be a little put off by this guy that you never even met. Who can pay for a full hour dance in cash upfront? As you approached the first door to the private rooms, you took a deep breath in to prepare yourself for the long hour you were about to endure. 

There had been a switch next to the handle. It lets dancers know which room is in use and it allows the customer inside to know that you are about to come in. It works because it is too loud to hear any knocking. Your perfect manicured finger flipped the switch on and you put on your most innocent face. Slowly opening the door and slipping inside you made sure to close the door firmly to make sure the new guy could see and hear that you were ready. 

You had your back to the guy, mainly so you could give yourself as much time to mentally prepare yourself. But as soon as you turned around, the most audible gasp escaped your lips. It was Eddie. He was standing there in all of his glory. Except now he had ditched the Hellfire shirt for a plain navy blue button up. Still adorning those white Reeboks. His hair was still curly and long and tamed this time. His tattoos are more prominent than ever. Especially his chest. However, his rings caught your attention. They still looked heavy on his hand as it draped over his thigh that was spreading wide open. He looked like sex on that chair. 

Your mouth was wide open but no words dared to come out. This made his lips turn up into a giant smile and chuckle at your current state. “Hi babydoll, or can I call you Y/N?” You must have looked stupid. Standing there in 7 inch holographic heels. A pink metallic string bikini adorned your tits and barely covered your ass. Your mouth hangs open like a fish out of water. All you could mutter was a quiet, “Eddie.” “That’s my name sweetheart.” 

Then it dawned on you, he wanted an hour’s worth of a dance. “Why are you here?” He mockingly put a hand over his heart like it had genuinely hurt his feelings. “I can’t come in and see the best dancer in all of Hawkins?” You shook your head and rephrased your question. “No I mean why are you getting a dance from me?” “Again Y/N, I wanted to see the best dancer in Hawkins.” This time he stood from the chair and you were practically at his height. No mistake, he towered over you without your heels. 

“Are you sure that’s the real reason why you’re here?” He dryly laughed at your question. “I had known for a while that you worked down here. So what I saved a bit to come and get some one on one time with the “Panther’s very own girl next door, Babydoll.”’ This confession made something stir in your lower stomach. “Don’t play with me Munson.” “But that would be nice to do.” That smirk never left his face. “You always did intrigue me Y/N.” He had now been circling you, like a hungry shark. “You were a ‘freak’ like me. Quite the opposite of being a ‘girl next door’. But I can see why they like your little innocent act you put on.” You could feel his stare even when he stopped behind you. 

His voice was sending you into a trance. “I always appreciated you for helping me out in class. That reflected when you would come buy from me. But you and I know both why I let you walk away with more than what you were buying.” You shook your head in fear your voice would give you away. Slowly brushing past you, he finally made his way in front of you. “Tsk, tsk sweetheart. I know you’re smarter than that.” 

“What if I’m not?” This intrigued him to continue. “Then come show me how dumb you are. Maybe I can teach you a few lessons.” He finally went to sit back down in the black cushioned chair that was set up in the middle of the room. It was a very spacious chair with plenty of room to fit two people in it. His finger lightly petted his thigh, practically making your mouth water. You stood still in the place you found yourself about two minutes ago. “I guess I should get started on your dance then, wouldn’t want to waste your time.”

It was almost in sync, the way you dropped to your knees and through the small enclosed room, Panama by Van Halen eased its way into both of your ears. You could see Eddie shift in his seat. The sight of you on your knees, crawling toward him like some puppy. Your ass was sticking out in the air, practically swaying back and forth as you worked your way to the chair. You internally thanked him for always manspreading because it gave you more access. 

Your hands slowly slid up his legs and firmly grasped onto his thighs. Your hands were on top of his. You used this as leverage to stand up but to bend over in his face. His eyes darted from yours, to your lips, then finally to your tits that were spilling out of your sparkly pink bikini top. It didn’t help that your nipples were hard and he wished he could just reach out and suck them into his mouth. He could see your lips were moving but he didn’t hear the words that came out. “What’s the matter Eddie,” you pouted, “cat got your tongue?” You giggled and turned around switching hands to balance yourself on the arms of the chair. 

You bent forward, folding in half. Your arms graced down your legs holding onto the back of your calves. He had the perfect view of your ass that was barely covered by the sorry excuse you called ‘bottoms’. He knew he could reach out and just grope you to his heart’s content, but where was the fun in that? You couldn’t believe that Eddie wanted you. Well at the very least,  wanted a dance from you. 

You spread your legs and grazed your thighs with your fingers and pulled at them. You could hear a low groan come from the older guy from behind you. You couldn’t help the smile that etched itself on your face. The thing about big heels was being able to work more on the balls of your feet. You spun around to face his front and could see the strained erection that had been growing by the second in his tight black jeans. 

His eyes followed your every body roll and arch. Teasing was the purpose of your job and teasing was what you would do to this man. Pushing yourself back and onto the floor, you found yourself in the position you first started in. You put your left hand behind you to support yourself, while you sucked on your right thumb. A ‘pop’ rang through the room as it flowed through Eddie’s ears like music. You drug your fingertips down your neck and in between the valley of your breasts. His stare lingered lower to your navel and your clothed cunt. 

Your hair flipped as you rolled away and farther from him to play with yourself. You gripped your tits as your back arched from the black tiles. His groans and growls were enough to convince you to give him some attention. He was clearly aching and you wanted to help him. You climbed into his lap and made yourself right at home on his lap. There was a change in his eyes. It was dark. It was lust. His hands gripped your hips tight as you ground your hips down at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“So what does a man like you do to have enough cash for an hour dance with Hawkins babydoll?” Your fake lashes bat at him and you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout that showed the small golden flakes in your pink lip gloss. His hands were rough and you could feel the calluses on each of his fingers. “Well, I played guitar for a while, but those calluses you feel are from all the cars I work on sweetheart.” Your eyes went wide and all you could was grind down harder at this new information. 

“You like sweetheart? Like that I work a real man’s job. That I earn money so I can come here and see your pretty body dance for me?” This man knew exactly how to make you feel like putty in his hands. You could feel his erection as you were grinding over him and it took everything in you to not whimper at the friction that you were feeling on your clit. But he wasn’t wrong and that was what made you wet. He could read you easily. 

Your hands made their purchase in your hair as you swivel your hips on him and bounce. His hands were working their way from your hips to right under your breasts. He couldn’t take it anymore. You were in his lap, practically naked, just begging. 

He worked his way to your back where the strings of your top were resting. In one fell motion, your top had fallen down. “Eddie!” “I’m sorry doll, I couldn’t help myself. You’re fucking grinding that cunt on my cock and you look fuckin’ incredible.” “You could have asked,” was all you could reply with. “Don’t tell me that.” His hand reached up to your left tit and squeezed hard. Finally you made your first sound of the night. “That’s it baby, mewl for me. Pur for me like a good kitten.” Out of nowhere you felt his harsh smack to your other tit. A whine filled his ears and this only caused him to do it again. 

“You dirty girl, you like it when I slap those tits of yours.” All you could do was nod and gasp as his hot breath caused your nipple to harden even more. His teeth grazed  the sensitive bud as you arched your back into him. Your body was begging him for more. He obliged and engulfed your nipple into his mouth. He sucked and pulled it his teeth causing you to moan and buck your hips into his. “Eddie–please.” Nothing was said except that slap that was given to your ass. “You’ll take what I give you, right baby? Because you’re good and good girls wait.” 

You nodded and sighed as he switched to the other nipple and rolled the left one in between his fingers. Your hands shakily lowered as you undid the sides of your bottoms and threw them across the room. Here you were in Eddie Munson’s lap, naked and grinding down on his cock like a cat in heat. “Look at you all needy and ready for me, yea?” “Yes Eddie!” His hand wrapped your throat as he sat back to watch you. “Look at you, come one show me how bad you want it.”

You pouted at him but picked up the pace as you rocked back and forth in his lap. The direct contact of the denim and your bare clit made you gasp and whine. 

Hisses came from his throat the more your soaking cunt swept over his hard cock. “Just like that Y/N, feel good on me.” “Fuck me Eddie. Please, I need you.” He shushed you and his left hand made its way to your hips to stop you. “Get up,” he commanded. You did as you were told and rubbed your thighs together to generate some sort of friction. He was making work on his jeans. Your eyes were glued on his hands as they slid his zipper down and you couldn’t help but note the mess you made on the dark denim. “Would you look at that? You made quite the mess on my jeans.” 

He slid them down along with his boxers. They sat at the mid of his thigh. Your lips parted in sight of his throbbing cock. It bobbed up and hit his stomach. The tip was an angry red and a prominent vein that traveled down all the way to where his balls hung heavy. Little balck curls adorned his base. Well trimmed but still enough to turn you on. There were a few times in the past you caught sight of his happy trail but nothing like this. 

His head was already leaking precum and what you wouldn’t give to taste him. But right here and now in this moment you were too needy. You need his cock in you and to fuck you like you were his. You wasted no time in slotting yourself back onto his lap. You took your right hand and ran your fingers through your slick folds, collecting your arousal on your fingers. Pumping his cock in your hand, you made sure to get him nice and wet to take all of you. 

“Jesus H. Christ Y/N.” His eyes remained on your hand pumping his cock that was covered in your slick. You leaned in close to his ear, raising your hips right above his tip. “Is this okay with you,” you asked as you licked his earlobe and sank down on him at the same time. A loud ‘yes’ was your answer as you took all of him. You felt so full and so fucking good. The way his cock felt in you, felt like it could have been in your stomach. 

“Feel that Eddie? Feel you so deep in me, feel so fucking good.” Your words were coming out in slurs as you slowly raised your hips and brought them back down, feeling every vein and curve. It was as if you were made to take him, all of him. The way his hard cock rubbed against your spongy walls and he was able to hit that spot deep within you. You continued to fuck him slowly as your clit rubbed against the base of his shaft. 

He had both of his hands on the side of your torso to guide you up and down on him with ease. The pain of his fingers translated into pleasure as you kept going. Taking a break from riding him you rocked back and forth in his lap. Grinding like before but this time he felt every move of your hips. “Yea baby, work those fuckin’ hips just like the little slut you are.” “M’not a slut,” you huffed out. “No? If you’re not a slut, then why are you fucking me like one? Fucking one of your customers?” You shook your head and continued to grind on his cock. “Hey look at me when I’m talking to you,” he grabbed your face, causing your lips to form into a pout. “I said I'm not a slut.” 

He wasn’t having any of it and his hands immediately went down to your ass. You took your hips and raised them as he started fucking up into you. The force and the angle at which he was fucking up caused you to scream out. His balls were slapping up into your ass causing the sound of skin slapping to mix in with the music and your moans. “You’re not a slut huh, guess I need to fuck you like one then.” He was driving up into your cunt, repeatedly hitting that spot that made your legs go weak. 

Your hands made purchase on his shoulders as you tried to meet his thrusts. “See you say your not a slut, yet try to fuck me back.” Whines and moans were escaping your lips as you bounced up and down on his shaft. “Feels s’good Eddie.” “I know it does.” Your right hand slipped in between the both of you and started to rub tight circles on your clit. 

He noticed and started fucking up into you harder to get you there. “C’mon baby, I want you to cum. Cum all over this cock.” His voice, smooth as velvet. His hands were rough. His cock was fucking you so good. It was all becoming too much and you couldn’t hang on anymore. “I know you can do it Y/N, give me your cum.” His voice pleading you sent you over the edge as your orgasm came crashing over you. “Fuck Eddie!” Hot tears spilled down your face and mixed with your glitter. 

You could tell he was close in the way his pace was starting to become erratic. He took you and slammed you down onto his cock as his cum shot up into you. “That’s it, take my cum like the good girl I know you are.” Causing you to gasp at how much he was coming. He kept you there tight until his load was completely emptied in you. 

Neither of you dared to move from your position as the both of you panted and tried to catch your breaths. “I think that was an hour’s worth of a private dance.” You looked up and searched his eyes. It was the same old Eddie that had to make you laugh. You chuckled and leaned your forehead against his. “You’re kinda sweaty.” “So are you,” he retorted. He checked his watch and it had already been 1:12 a.m. 

“Why do you get dressed, go do whatever you need to do to clock out and you can come back to my place and smoke. You know for old time’s sake?” You smiled and nodded at the idea he proposed. “Wait!” Before he could ask you what was wrong, his lips were enclosed in yours. ‘Mmm’. You captured his top lip in your bottom lip as you leaned into him. Pulling back you looked him in the eyes, “I couldn’t help myself, I’ve been wanting to do that since senior year.” He just smiled and gave you pecks all over your face. 

You tried your hardest to get off of his lap without making a complete mess of him or yourself. While he situated himself back in his jeans, you tied your suit back together as neatly as possible. Trying to make it look like you didn’t just get your brains fucked out by the town freak. “Alrighty, I’m going to be right back. Collect my things, pay out the club and I’ll be out front!” He smiled at your cuteness and petted your cheek. “Sounds good Y/N, I’ll be at the bar waiting.”  You turned to head out at the door and you could feel his stare on your ass, “I’ll be the short one in pink.” 

All Eddie could think was that some things never change.

Thinking about Rockstar!Eddie meeting you at an autograph signing and getting off to the thought of you after his show...

“Here ya go,” Eddie says, forcing a tired smile as he hands a freshly-autographed CD to a beaming fan. Pre-show merch signings were part of the deal, and they certainly brought in the extra cash, but after five months on the road, the members of Corroded Coffin are tired. Eddie scratches at the five o’clock shadow dotting his face, glancing at his watch. Just another ten minutes until they can wrap this up and start soundcheck. Then they’ll be back on the bus, shipping off to whatever city’s up next.

The security guard lets the next two people up to the table. Eddie reaches over to the pile of CDs, giving an exasperated sigh as he asks, “Name?”

That’s when he hears your voice.

His head snaps up, and he relaxes as he takes in your shy demeanor. You’re holding the hand of your friend–girlfriend?--hey, it’s the ‘90s; anything is possible. Your eyes sparkle as you say and spell your first name, biting your lower lip and averting your gaze from the gorgeous rockstar in front of you. “Pretty name,” he murmurs, writing a short message and swirling the Sharpie over the CD cover to make his exaggerated signature. “Pretty name for a pretty girl, yeah?”

You just giggle, and the girl next to you squeezes your hand. “She’s, like, completely in love with you,” she blabbers. “Every damn day since we got these tickets, it’s been, ‘What should I wear? Do you think Eddie will notice me?’”

You free your hand to elbow her, a little harsher than you’d intended. “Dianna!” you hiss, burying your face in your palms in a feeble attempt to hide your humiliation.

But Eddie just cocks his head, checking you out from head to toe. “Oh, he definitely noticed you,” he muses, handing you the CD with two lanyards. “You ladies wanna watch backstage? ‘Course you do; Charlie will bring you where you gotta go and, uh,” he looks directly at you, sending an excited shiver down your spine, “maybe we can notice each other a bit more later.”

You and Dianna nod vigorously as the beefy security guard leads you to the backstage VIP suite. A waiter comes around and takes your drink orders. You ask for a vodka soda, and Dianna gets a Long Island iced tea.

“You sure about that?” you whisper as the waiter walks away. “Those are really strong.”

Dianna shrugs. “It’s not every day we get free drinks. Might as well drink as much as we can.”

Meanwhile, Eddie’s fumbling his way through soundcheck, thinking about the way your breasts peeked out the top of your Corroded Coffin tank top, how your denim shorts perfectly cupped your ass, the shiny gloss that emphasized your lips. God, he wants those lips wrapped around his hard, throbbing–

“Munson? You wanna get your head out of your ass so we can put on a show?” Jeff’s voice booms through his mic. 

“He’s thinking about that hot chick he gave backstage passes to,” Gareth teases, and Simon makes kissy noises at their lead singer.

Eddie launches his guitar pick in Gareth’s direction, narrowly missing his head. “Shut the fuck up, all of you,” he grumbles, but he knows that they’re right. Just get through the show and she’s all yours. He palms himself over his pants discreetly. He’s never been more grateful for his guitar, since his tight leather pants do nothing to hide his burgeoning erection.

Corroded Coffin puts on a hell of a show, as usual. They close with “Rock Hard,” their hit single about hooking up with a groupie after a concert, and Eddie thanks every celestial being that it’s the last song of the night. As soon as the band thanks the audience and says their goodbyes, Eddie dashes offstage. He bolts into your suite, all sweat and smiles. “How’d you like the–” He stops, frowning when he sees an empty room, save for Charlie, who’s smoking a cigarette in a lounge chair. “Where is she?”

“Sorry, Casanova,” Charlie drawls. “Her little friend drank too much, got sick all over the bathroom. Had to get them outta here before she ruined anything else.”

Eddie groans, throwing his head back as his bandmates laugh at his misfortune. “Goddammit,” he hisses, pushing his perspiration-soaked hair from his eyes.

“C’mon, man,” Simon claps a hand on Eddie’s back. “There’s a bar down the street; plenty of the girls from the show will be there…” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Nah, I’m just gonna head back to the bus. ‘M pretty beat.”

“Oh, something’s getting beat tonight,” Gareth jokes. Eddie flips him off, but once again, he’s right.

He’s barely closed the curtain to his makeshift bedroom before he’s hastily unbuttoning his leather pants, shoving his ringed hand into his boxer briefs. Just the sensation of his own touch has him bucking his hips. He runs his thumb over the bead of pre-cum pearling at his tip, using it to lubricate his palm. He uses his free hand to tug his pants down to his knees, sitting on the bed. He imagines you on your knees in front of him.

“S’big, isn’t it, baby?” Eddie coos. He leans over, letting a trail of saliva drip from his mouth to his shaft. “Thas’ right, spit on it. Such a dirty fuckin’ girl.” He grips the bedsheet with his left hand, dragging his right from base to tip. 

“What’s that? You want it in your mouth? Oh, pretty girl; you don’t have to ask twice.”

He fucks into his fist harder, feeling himself grow in his own grasp. “Mmm, let me make a mess of that face. Ruin that fuckin’ makeup you worked so hard on. Wanted me to notice you; well, I sure fuckin’ did. Knew I had to have you, sweet thing.” If you were actually here, you’d be gagging on his dick as your nose grazes the thatch of curls on his pevlis, tears reflexively gathering at the corners of your eyes. Your mascara would start to run; the telltale sign of a good blowjob.

He loosens his hold on the sheet, cupping his balls. “If you do that, ‘m gonna bust in that sinful mouth of yours, fuckin’ swear.” A harsh chuckle escapes his throat. “Bet you’d like that. Bet you’d take my whole load down your throat, swallow it all, yeah?”

Eddie brings himself right to the edge before forcing himself to slow down. “I know, baby. I know you wanna keep sucking me off. But I wanna–no, I gotta be in that perfect little pussy. Now, come sit on my cock. Nice and slow–thassit.” He tightens his grip on his length, keeping a slow rhythm to mimic the feeling of gradually filling you up. “You can take it, don’t worry. I’ve got you, baby girl.”

He bites his lower lip so hard that he swears it might bleed. “Oh, angel. Y’feel even better than I ever imagined, holy fuck.” He increases his pace, choking out a pathetic moan. “What’s that? You want me to come inside you? So desperate f’me, aren’t you?” He whimpers at the mental image of you bouncing on his cock, tits pressed up against the dusting of hair on his chest. “Come with me, fuck, wanna make you come. Want you to cream my cock while I fuckin’ fill you up.” Eddie lets out one last pornographic moan as thick, hot ropes of cum spurt out onto his thick fingers. He pants, trying to catch his breath as he comes down from the high of his orgasm.

Cleaning himself up, Eddie grumbles to himself about your stupid drunk friend and how he’s so tired of fucking his own hand. He falls asleep quickly, worn out from the combination of the concert and his own post-show escapades.

The next morning, Eddie wakes up and wipes the sleep from his eyes. The bus driver has already set out for their next destination, somewhere in Bumblefuck. Eddie doesn’t care, he just wants you. Real you, not the fantasy he’d conjured up last night.

“Hey, boss,” Charlie says when Eddie pads out to the bus’s common space. “Forgot to give this to you after the show.” He hands him a folded piece of paper, which reads:

Eddie:

Had to get Dianna home before she puked on the carpet. I was not paying for that to be replaced–the tickets for your autograph already bankrupted me…

But if you wanna stop by my hotel room later, just give me a call. I don’t think you were done noticing me. I certainly wasn’t done noticing you. 

xo

You signed your name with a glossy lip print and your hotel room extension.

“Charlie,” Eddie starts through gritted teeth, “if you can convince the driver to turn this bus around, I won’t fire you.”

--

thinking about perv!bestfriend eddie who invites u for a sleepover and u obviously say yes. he gives u some clothes to wear, plaid pyjama pants and a VERY short hellfire shirt.

“oh sorry about the length, i was trying to see how it would look cropped but i kinda messed that one up. it’s still comfy to sleep in though!” eddie tells you while finding matching clothes for him to sleep in.

him asking u to help him with things through out the whole sleepover, asking you to get him a glass of water, him watching you reach up, standing on your tippy toes, reaching for a glass, while he gets a glimpse of the underside of your tits, not noticing your shirt had ridden up so much.

he’s like. such a perv he’s so obsessed with you but tries to be sneaky about it. he’s lucky you trust him so much and can’t imagine him being a perv (screams im dying (real) )

EDDIE!EDDIE!EDDIE!EDDIE!EDDIE!EDDIE OH MY GOFHDHSHDHDB

Dustin, whose your friend?

E.M

Eddie Munson x shy!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: fluff, shy reader, anxious reader, nice eddie, clueless reader

Part II

You hadn’t been living in Hawkins long. Long enough for people to know to keep their distance. You were a shy person with only one friend in hawkins. Dustin henderson. The curly headed kid was nice and the only person who had welcomed you to Hawkins high. Despite being a freshman, he wasn’t scared to approach the new senior.

Dustin swore up and down that his friends in the hellfire club had been dying to meet you. He's been trying to convince you for months to sit with them at lunch and befriend some of the club. You’d told him excuse after excuse as to why you can’t sit with them. well. today he wasn’t having it.

“Hi guys! this is my friend i’ve been talking about! the one I always try to convince to eat with us.” Dustin says while dragging your arm, forcing you to sit beside him.

“Hi.” you say meekly while making eye contact with the club members around the table. Your eyes land on the boy at the head of the table. Eddie Munson. You quickly look down at your tray of food. His stare makes you nervous.

Eddie smiles to himself before saying “it’s nice to meet you, friend of Dustin.” The group laughs, the awkwardness fading.

The club goes back to making conversation like they were before you’d sat down. But Eddie kept sneaking glances at you. He's heard of you, the “new freak” as Jason liked to call you. If Jason didn’t like you, Eddie knew you were someone he wanted to know.

»»————-　★　————-««

He’d never approached you because you’d always seemed so upset at school. Like you wanted to be anywhere else. One time Eddie had seen you at the grocery store with your mother and little brother. You had the biggest smile on your face as you and your brother picked out some candy for your movie night. He saw your mother looking at her children with so much love.

Eddie knew then that you were someone he desperately wanted to be friends with. Just because you're shy doesn't mean you don't deserve to have any friends! Hey, he didn’t have any friends until 11th grade when he met Garrett.

Eddie thought you were devastatingly beautiful, you had hair that rivaled his and eyes that were deep and light at the same time, like you saw and knew everything the world had to offer. He wanted to sit and stare at you and call you sweet things so you’d blush and smile at him. He wanted to be friends. Yes, anything with you was good as long as he could speak to you.

»»————-　★　————-««

Throughout lunch the club had been asking you questions about yourself, where you had moved from, have you ever played dnd, and things like that. You were so shy you kept your eyes on your food. You felt bad but you were outside of your comfort zone.

After lunch, you were dumping your tray in the trash when you felt someone behind you. You quickly move out of the way, set your tray down and walk to your locker to get your books for your next class.

“Hey! Wait up!" Eddie calls as he catches up to you.

You turn, shocked that he had wanted to talk to you. Did you do something wrong? Did he not want you to sit with them again? Does he feel like you're stealing Dustin from him? All these thoughts went through your anxious mind while he caught up to where you were standing.

“Hey, I just wanted to check that you were feeling okay? Did we make you uncomfortable? I'll yell at the guys if they did anything." Eddie says to you, bending, trying to catch your shy gaze.

"Oh… no, they didn’t say anything. I'm just a shy person. I'm sorry if I made it uncomfortable. I won't sit with you guys again.” you mumble, turning around to walk away.

“Wait a second,” Eddie says while reaching out for your arm. “You didn’t do anything, I swear. I just wanted to be the one to invite you back to sit with us tomorrow! but only if you want to! You don’t have to be friends with us just because Dustin is. we’d love to have you! no pressure though.” he says to you in a sweet, soft tone as to not make you scared of him. He knows he can be too much and freak people out.

You just stand there and gape at him. He's kidding right? you didn’t even contribute to the conversation! Maybe he really is in a cult and trying to recruit people. even if that person is a weird girl who has no friends and sits alone. why would he want her to join his cult-

“You can say no.” Eddie cut off your train of thought. “I won't be offended, I promise.” Eddie says, nervous that your silence means you’re scared of him.

“Um… sure. I'll see you tomorrow eddie.” you say, giving him a small smile and walking away. Why is your heart beating so fast? It has to be because you’ve never had a conversation with a boy other than Dustin, for longer than a minute. you were just nervous right? you hope that’s why you’re out of breath.

»»————-　★　————-««

“Baby! Dustin’s on the phone for you!” Your mother shouts up the stairs. You hop off your bed, wearing your comfy pajama pants that you had to cuff so they fit properly, and your chunky cardigan. You race downstairs and take the phone from your mother.

“Hey Dusty what’s up?” you ask, leaning against the wall while your eyes drift to what your moms making for dinner.

“Hey! i just wanted to tell you that you’re officially invited to sit with us at lunch until the end of time.” he says in a dramatic voice.

You huff out a laugh, “thanks, but Eddie already personally invited me.” you brag. only Dustin can bring out the smugness in you

“Okay Mrs. Popular! had no idea that he would do that, especially with how he can’t shut up about you.” Dustin says in a sing-song voice.

“WHAT.” you shout into the phone, making your mother drop the knife she was chopping onions with. “sorry.” you mumble to her, turning your attention back to dustin.

“Yeah, he won’t shut up about how pretty your hair was today or something. He wants to know what shampoo you use by the way, but says he can’t get as much volume as yours has.” Dustin laughs.

You’re mortified, he was looking at you? Noticing you? Talking about you? What was in the air today?

“What else has he been saying?” you speak into the phone, whispering so your mom doesn’t hear. she hears anyway, trying desperately to hear what your friend on the other end of the phone was saying.

“He said something about your perfume, I don't know. He was mostly rambling. I didn't catch much.” Dustin admits.

What the hell could Eddie Munson be thinking about you? thinking about you so much after one day of knowing him? You try to slow your heartbeat but you know the blush on your face is giving you away. You’d better go before you get so flustered that you wish for the ground to open up and swallow you.

“Sorry dusty I gotta go finish my english essay, i’ll see you tomorrow okay?” you tell him.

“Yeah! sure no problem! see you tomorrow!” he says and hangs up. You take a second to hook the phone on the wall, thinking about the conversation you just had. This is definitely too good to be true. right?

“So,” your mom says, smirking. “Who was that?”

“Oh! no one! just my friend dustin. I sat with him and his friends at lunch today.

“And, how’d it go?” Your mom asks, curiously. She knows you don’t have many friends, and how hard it is for you to open up.

“It went okay, they asked me if I'd like to sit with them again tomorrow. I think I'll say yes.” you smile sheepishly.

“That's great honey! I'm so happy for you! you’ll have to tell me all about it. And this mystery boy.” she laughs, seeing how red your face went.

“I gotta go finish my homework.” you say before racing back to your room. What the hell was going on today? You sit on your bed, looking in the mirror across your room. “Hopefully tomorrow I won't embarrass myself,” you say outloud to yourself.

»»————-　★　————-««

You did. You embarrassed the shit out of yourself. First, you tripped over your own feet when you saw Eddie walking to his locker this morning. Then you walked into the wall when he caught your eye in the hallway between classes. And to top it all off, you choked on your sandwich when he sent a wink your way after making a joke at Dustin’s expense. 

You had made a fool out of yourself and you hadn't even known him for 48 hours. You shared history class with him, and today when he walked in, he stood there glaring at your desk partner until they got the message and moved seats. He sat down  beside you with a grin on his face. 

“Good morning. How'd you sleep? Dream of me?” He asked with a cocky smirk that had you squeezing your thighs together.

“F-fine.” You stammered, nervous under his gaze. You were seriously starting to wonder if this was a prank. Why would he ask if you've dreamt about him? I mean you had but why would he want you to?

The period passed slowly, with him whispering jokes in your ear, doodling on your hand, and unashamedly flirting with you. Your face was beet red at the end of the hour and your palm hurt from how hard your nails had been biting into the flesh there. He knew he made you nervous. He had some kind of power over you. You were immune to his words and his honey sweet voice whispering in your ear. You needed today to be over.

»»————-　★　————-««

When the final bell had rang, you were at your locker packing up your things. Tring to remember which subjects you had homework for, so you can bring the right books home. You're putting your biology textbook in your bag when you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

Assuming it's Dustin, you say “Not today Dusty. I've had a stressful day, maybe this weekend we can work on it.”

“Work on what?” A voice who is not Dustin replies. You whirl around, coming face to face with Eddie. Just who she wanted to get away from.

“Oh! Um, me and Dustin have been working on an idea he had for a new dnd character. I was just helping him with the name and stuff.” You mumble, scuffing the toe of your boot on the linoleum floor. 

“That's cool! Hey, I was wondering if you wanted a ride home? I noticed that you walked home and wanted to offer my awesome driving services.” He smiles at you, with his big puppy dog eyes.

“I'm okay Eddie, but thank you.” You smile up at him, hoping he’ll start making his way to his van. What you weren't expecting was him to take your hand, and have the biggest pout you've ever seen.

“Why not? Do I make you uncomfortable? I've been flirting with you and making you blush like crazy. I don't know, maybe I'm reading things wrong but I think you like me. I know I like you.” This is the first time you've seen him nervous, like he expects to be rejected. You feel your heart seize. Maybe he wasn't sending mixed messages, you were. Of course he liked you. Any idiot could see that.

Eddie didn't make you uncomfortable at all! You were so shy that any form of attention made you nervous, no matter if you liked him or not. Of course you liked him! You'd be stupid not to.

“I'm sorry Eddie. I didn't realize that maybe I was being confusing. I do like you. It's weird. Yesterday we had never spoken, now I feel like I've known you forever. If you'll still have me, even after I've unknowingly been rejecting you all day, I'd like for you to drive me home.” you admit while smiling up at him, trying to convey what you feel with your eyes.

“Sweetheart, why didn't you just say that! Plus I like girls who play hard to get so it wasn't too bad.” He winks at you while putting his arm around your shoulders, guiding you to his van. 

He helps you up into the passenger side and jogs over to the drivers side and hops in. He smiles at you and starts the engine, pulling out of the parking lot. 

“Alright doll, before we start anything serious,” He says in a playful voice, “Why the hell did you let Henderson introduce you to dnd and not me? I'm the master babe, literally.” He wiggles his eyebrows making you laugh. 

»»————-　★　————-««

Your first date is spent at his kitchen table, him slowly explaining the rules to you while you take notes, hoping that on your second date you'll get to play with hellfire.

“I’ll go easy on you for your first campaign, but those other idiots…” He grins at you, withholding his sadistic campaign plan he has in store. 

Dustin, whose your friend? II

E.M

Eddie Munson x shy!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: fluff, shy reader, anxious reader, nice eddie, dnd

Part I

You hear Eddie before you see him. You just have time to give yourself a once over in the mirror before you open your door, and hop down the steps to your house. Eddies sat there in his van, waiting for you. When he sees you, he grins and jumps out. He runs to the passenger side to open the door for you.

“M’lady,” he says, while bowing you into the van. You smile and pat his head while climbing up into your seat.

Eddie had been teaching you how to play dnd and tonight was the first time you would partake in a real campaign. With real players. With people you know. You were beyond nervous.

“It's gonna be fine baby! They were all first timers once! And we never judged them or made fun of them. We're gonna have so much fun.” He says while smiling at you.

“Okay, if you say so.” You answer quietly. He takes your hand and kisses it, making you smile. He knew you could get in your head about things. That was fine, as long as he could bring you back out to him. Only he knew how to talk sense into you.

You arrived at the school, and he hopped out fast so he could get your door for you. He loved doing that. Being able to do things boyfriends do for their girlfriends. He was the kind of guy who took pride in being a real gentleman. Someone who you could brag about to your girlfriends. 

“Hey guys!’ You hear behind you. Of course Dustin is here early to set up. 

“Hey Dusty! Are you excited? The start of a new campaign should be pretty epic.” You gush to him, hoping that you don't sound like an idiot.

“I know! The guys and I are so excited you're gonna play with us. It's gonna be legendary.” Dustin smiles at you, while helping Eddie unload some of the equipment he would need for the campaign. Apparently Eddie has spent some money on some new props. 

You help them bring in the boxes to the drama room. What the hell was in here? They were so heavy. You set down your box as soon as Eddie had unlocked the door. You were starting to get more nervous than excited. What surprise did Eddie have in store? No one knew.

“HOLY SHIT” you hear Dustin yell. You whip around, to see him with an open box in front of him. Before you could think, Eddie was behind him, holding his hand to Dustin's mouth.

“Dammit henderson. You weren't supposed to open that. Do not tell anyone. Alright?” Eddie says, while slowly dropping his head.

Dustin slowly nods, mouth agape. “I won't tell, but how they hell did you pay for those?” he asks.

“Just renting them for the campaign, they gave me a deal too, they know Wayne.” Eddie says smugly.

You take a step closer, trying to sneak a peek at what is in the box. Before you get any closer, Eddie has you by the shoulders, spinning you around. “Let's go look over here angel, I’ll let you sit on my throne.”

—---

Now that Dustin knew about the secret, he got to help set up the surprise and you had to wait in the hallway. Before you knew it, the other members started to show up.

“Hey! We didn't know you were staring tonight.” Garett said when he and Jeff walked up to the drama room.

Before you could reply, Jeff pointed to the door, “Is Eddie not here yet? I have a spare key so we can get in.” He says, starting to take his backpack off so he can grab the key.

“No! Eddie and Dustin are setting up a surprise so we have to wait for them to let us in.” You tell them. They lean on the wall with you, making small talk. Some more members showed up, while you and Garett explained why the door was closed.

The collective group were all curious and excited for what was to come. Some had guesses, none very realistic. You explained whatever it was, had fit into 5 cardboard boxes. Before the group could start theorizing, the door creaked open. The lights were off. That wasn't normal was it? You look at Garett and he looks just as confused as you feel.

He pushes the door the rest of the way open. There's a break in the dark light. A deep red is emanating from Eddie's throne. Suddenly the floor fills up with smoke, where the hell had Eddie gotten a smoke machine? But that wasn't it. Once everyone was through the door, a menacing sound came from unseen speakers. Holy shit. Is this what hellfire was always like? 

As the music rose, the lights got brighter, and Eddie stepped out from behind his throne. He was grinning like a maniac. Once he sat, everyone raced to their designated seats so they could start. You found an empty chair next to Dustin. You smiled at him and sat down, pulling out your folder that Eddie helped you work on. You were so excited to see what was going to happen. It was comforting that you had the help of your party.

Throughout the campaign, the music flows with the energy of the campaign. How had Eddie orchestrated this so perfectly? He was an amazing Dungeon Master. There came a point where your character was the only one who could save the party. This was up to you to save them. You stood at the end of the table, facing Eddie. You were shaking the D20 in your hands, praying that you got enough to take down the thessalhydra that had attacked your group. 

You looked around the table, at your friends who were counting on you. You looked at Eddie, who was staring at your hands. Usually he would stare down the saviour of the campaign, but he wanted you to do well. He needed you to. Because if you didn't, would you still want to go to hellfire permanently? 

You let go of the die, crossing your fingers. You couldn't look. What if it wasn't enough to save the party? Would the campaign be over? It would be all your fault. They'd never invite you back-

“FUCK YEAH” Garrett screams while everyone cheers and celebrates. You looked down. You had just taken down the monster, saving the party, and ending the progress of the campaign for the night. 

You stood there shocked, with your mouth open. You turn to look at Dustin, who is mirroring your expression. You both stare at each other. “FUCK YEAH” you both yell while putting your arms in the air. You did it!! Everyones cheering for you. The party has a group hug, with you in the middle. You get a glimpse of Eddie, who is smiling from ear to ear. 

After all the commotion had died down, the group rushed to Eddie, asking him if they could rent the lights, smoke machine, and speakers again for next week. Eddie pretends to think about it, before yelling out “Of course we can, are you kidding me? That's the best session we've ever had.”

The magic of the night had affected them all. They had all been playing for years, but this felt like dnd reinvented. It was like they all fell in love with it for the first time again. It was magic. And Eddie had created that. They worshiped him for it. 

Before you knew what you were doing, your feet carried you to Eddie's throne. You threw your arms over him and kissed him. Eddie was shocked. Was he that good that you kissed him in front of EVERYONE? He didn't think much more than that because his brain literally stopped working.

You broke apart, instantly getting shy. What did you just do? It was only your second date! What if he thought you were easy? Before you could think much more, Eddie pulled you in for another kiss. Pulling you out of your head and back to him. 

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙'𝙨 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙎𝙡𝙪𝙩

Pairing: Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie warms you up for "work."

Warnings: +18, Smut, unprotected sex, insults like 'slut', mention of drugs, slaps, Dom!Eddie, mention of 'Daddy', pornographic video. (I think that's just it haha)

Author's Notes: This is my first work, I couldn't proofread it so don't throw stones at me for mistakes lol. English is not exactly my language, forgive me if something is wrong. 🫶🏼🩷

You and Eddie are best friends with benefits. He calls you when he wants to wet his cock and you call him when your pussy needs attention. But what no one knew was that you two made videos during sex and posted them on a famous porn site, you two were famous on the site and made money. All of this had advantages, after all, who wouldn't want to make money just by having sex? Especially with Eddie Munson.

Having money was good and having sex with Eddie Munson was even better, he was her best friend but God, how could someone like him, who hadn't had that many experiences with girls throughout his life, be so good at fucking? It was a secret, maybe he was so fascinated in pornography since he was young and now he was doing his own with you.

Lying on your best friend's couch, wearing nothing but Eddie's old shirt, white lace panties, white socks on your feet and a herb wrapped in silk between your toes, you watch your best friend sitting on the other side of the couch, his skillful fingers, which They were in your pussy a few minutes ago, typing on the laptop on his lap, probably checking the comments on the video he posted of fucking your breasts earlier.

His curly hair was a little messy, shirtless, the tip of his tongue between his lips and the buttons of his black jeans were open, showing the happy trail of his pubic hair. He was sitting lazily on the couch, his legs parted as if silently inviting you to sit on his lap or kneel between his legs to suck him off. Both options were really good.

You pass the herb wrapped in silk for him to take a drag of which he thanks you with a wink and squeezing your thigh with his hand, leaving the marks of his rings and fingers on your skin.

Eddie laughed at a particularly nasty comment about her tit-sucking skills. "Looks like the Hawkins Freak has a new skill." He says with a smile as he squeezes your thigh, enjoying the sight of your ass peeking out of those white panties. "I bet I could make them cum just by sucking on those tits right now." Eddie blinks and blows a smoke ring, flicking the ash from his cigarette into a nearby ashtray. "Want to make us more money, baby?" Eddie asks as he caresses your bare, reddened thigh with his fingers.

You laugh, slapping his hand playfully and making a fake pout with your lips. "Doesn't the star here deserve a rest?"

Eddie smiles smugly, stretching and flexing his arm to show off. "Nah, we're doing good now, honey. I know you can take more." He suggests, pressing a finger against your cheek to gently turn your face to his, and looking at you lustfully. Eddie hands you the weed as he puts his laptop aside and lays down next to you on the couch, turning you onto your side to fit on his side. You feel his bare chest against your back. "I know you can. You never let me down." Eddie whispers, slowly rubbing his hard cock against your ass. Eddie's breath tickles your ear before kissing it softly. "Are you going to deny me, slut?"

Your breathing becomes shaky when he calls you a slut, kissing your ear and making you shiver. You bite your lip and then take another drag of the joint, playfully blowing the smoke in his face. Eddie laughs at your playful teasing and takes a deep whiff of the smoke, then takes the joint from your fingers. "So fucking sexy, baby." He murmurs, pulling your closer by your hips until they're flush against each other. "We'll give our fans something to jerk off to." He hand slides over your stomach, running his fingers over your sensitive skin, causing a soft moan to escape your lips. "Tell me, slut. How do you want to fuck tonight?" Eddie's fingers curl around your waist, giving your ass a gentle squeeze as he ponders your answer. "On your knees, on your back, bent over... It's your choice." His lips brush against her cheek, making her shudder as his hard cock presses against her ass. "We're going to make our fans cum, baby. Let's have fun."

You smile at him, rubbing your nose against his as you blow smoke into your half-open mouth, in which Eddie swallows the smoke satisfyingly. "Anyway you want."

Eddie laughs, placing a lingering kiss on your lips before pulling away. "Open your legs, baby." His voice is full of desire, the command mixed with a harsh tone. "I'm going to touch your soaking wet pussy." Eddie's hand slides up your thigh, pushing your panties aside to expose your slick folds. "I bet your pussy is already dripping for me, isn't it?" He murmurs against your earlobe, his finger tracing circles around your swollen clit as you gasp, your hips arching. "What a horny slut..."

Eddie's finger slides inside you, making you moan louder. His fingers curl deeper, teasing your sensitive spot as you throw your head back, your body shaking with pleasure. "They want to see us cumming on each other... And that's exactly what we're going to do." Eddie's free hand runs down your chest, pinching your nipple as he pumps his finger inside you, until the rings are inside you too.

Eddie pushes a second finger inside you, stretching your wet pussy as you whimper his name. "So wet, slut." He rubs his fingers against your G-spot, his cock throbbing in your ass as you pant. "I want to see that beautiful pussy when I fuck you, baby." Eddie slowly withdraws his fingers, tracing a wet path towards your clit before rubbing it firmly. "Get ready... I'm going to make you cum and we'll film it for our fans." His warm breath on your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you nod anxiously. "Let's give them what they want, slut." His thumb pressing against your clit as he hooks another finger, rubbing your swollen bud until your hips buck uncontrollably, your wet heat squeezing him. "Come for me, baby..." Eddie's voice is low, a whisper harshly as you choke. Your body shaking as you scream and whimper his name, your juices covering his hand.

You cum in his hand, panting and your chest rising and falling. You take a drag on the joint before passing it to him, placing the joint between your lips for him to take a drag on, since his fingers were busy in your soaked pussy.

Eddie sucks on the joint, shaking it as he strokes her tender, sensitive pussy, admiring your sensitive flesh glistening with her arousal. "Perfect, slut. It's show time..."

He kisses your hip, trailing down your inner thigh as you let out a satisfied sigh. "Get on all fours, baby." Eddie orders softly, pulling his fingers away from your pussy, making you moan softly, eager for his touch. “Now.” Eddie says in a husky voice, pulling your hair playfully, his cock throbbing with excitement as you obey, spreading your legs wide. Eddie smiles satisfied, taking the video camera with his hand wet with his cum, the other hand slaps his ass hard before starting to lower his black jeans to his knees, he wasn't even in his underwear.

You tilt your head to look at him over your shoulder, but Eddie grabs your hair and forces you to face forward. "Not yet, porn star." He plays with you, although his tone is hoarse with desire and commanding. He watches your panties stuck between your soaked folds. Eddie basically preps you before turning on the camera, adjusting your shirt above the waist and taking one last drag on the joint. The joint always made him hornier than normal.

Eddie turns on the camera, pointing at your wet pussy from behind, making you blush slightly. He records his finger playing with your wet lips, teasing you and hearing you whimper softly. “Please…” You whimper, breathing labored. Then suddenly he stops and you know what that means, it means he would continue if you called him..."Daddy. Please, daddy..." You add and that makes him smile, murmuring a "good girl" while pushing your panties to the side, revealing your slippery folds.

"Open your legs wider." He commands in a husky tone, his finger tracing circles around your sensitive flesh, making you moan softly. "What a horny slut..." Eddie teases your clit, making your hips shake as he takes another hit of the joint. "I'm going to fuck you deep, baby. So deep..." Eddie's voice grows husky, his cock poking your pussy from behind, teasing you. "Ready?" Eddie asks, his dick pressing harder against your wet entrance.

"Yes, daddy." You say with a trembling voice, unable to take the delay any longer. But Eddie has some fun, pointing the video camera at the hard cock at the entrance to your wet pussy, the pink head of his cock rubbing teasingly against your wet folds, threatening to penetrate, but only penetrating the head of the penis and pulling away to rub the tip on your sensitive clit.

"Eddieeee..." You whimper, already starting to feel your eyes watering from wanting his hard cock filling you so much. Eddie smiles and gently probes your tight opening with his swollen head cock, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped in your heat. "You're so tight, slut." He murmurs against your ear, pushing deeper, filling you slowly.

“This pussy is going to take all of me…” Eddie moans in the back of his throat, sinking completely inside you, your bodies connected in a way that was intended to be filmed. "They're going to love this, baby..." His fingers curl around your hips, holding you firmly as he begins to pump his cock in and out of you, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the room , captured on camera. Eddie leans over you, his bare chest against your back, the camera suddenly thrust in front of your face. He was recording your face as he fucks you hard.

"Tell 'em, tell 'em you're my slut..." Eddie's breath is hot against your ear, his body tense as he fucks you harder, looking down and growling as he enjoys the sight of his disappearing cock inside your tight pussy. "I-I'm your slut, daddy.." You say, voice shaky and drunk with pleasure and his big cock fucking you.

"Cum for me... Cum while they watch us fuck..." His voice is rough, full of desire as you moan, your body shaking beneath him, close to your climax.

Eddie grunts, his cock throbbing as you squirt around his cock until it leaks out of your pussy, a wave of pleasure rushing through him. “Fuck, baby…” He gasps, his release imminent. He pulls you close, burying his cock deep inside you as he unloads inside you, the sight of your cum-filled pussy caught on camera making your climax even more intense.

"Perfect, slut. Just perfect..." Your breath hitches as he slowly pulls out, his cock glistening with your juices. Eddie smirks at you, rubbing his cum covered cock against your sensitive flesh, enjoying the way you shudder beneath him. "For my horny slut, here you go." He grinds his hips against you, recording with the video camera and flooding your pussy with his hot cum, making you whimper even louder as you grip the couch, your body shaking with pleasure. "That's it, slut. Take Daddy's cum..." Eddie's voice is full of satisfaction, his gaze fixed on the sight of your cum-filled pussy before he pulls away gently, collapsing against your back, panting.

His chest rises and falls against you, his arms wrapped around you as you bask in the glow, completely exhausted. Eddie then turns the camera to focus on his sweaty face and his face, sweaty and flushed with pleasure. He gets up and hits your ass hard, making you jump and moan. Then he smiles, giving the video a thumbs up.

"Use a condom, kids." He says, ironically and playfully.

"You are so stupid." You say breathlessly, playfully rolling his eyes.

as a reader, I love this so much jfjsjdbbs 🩷

as a hairstylist, I'm suffering when he dropped the shears to the ground, cause those ain't cutting anymore 🤧

his hands

pairing(s): hairdresser!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: How do you make getting a haircut an erotic experience? You have Eddie Munson as your hairdresser, of course.

cw: explicit, smut, unprotected piv sex, mirror sex, workplace sex, hand kink, choking, dumbification, dom!eddie, touch-starved!reader, semi-sort-of subspace happenings, referring to genitals with gendered pronouns, slight body worship, getting weirdly horny over a head massage, sexual tension, negative self talk, hair cut/style mentioned but no description of hair color/type, the aftercare is the haircut lol, implied 90s au, eddie's like 30, reader's age unspecified, eddie is employee of the month in my heart, not proofread, no beta we die like men

a/n: this is weird. and came from an interesting experience i had at the hair salon. and yes that is corpse's hand in that pic i didn't want to spend all day looking for a header pic shut up shut up shut up

ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

Your hands twitch on the copy of Elle magazine in your lap. The familiar waiting area of your local salon has new furniture, which still smells a bit like the cellophane it came wrapped in, and hasn’t been worn out by patrons just yet. You’d asked for your usual stylist, Melissa. Except, you haven’t been here in so long, and apparently Melissa doesn’t work here anymore. 

“We have a new stylist in her place,” the greeter at the front desk told you kindly. “I could fit you in if you’d like that same station?” 

The station doesn’t matter to you; they all look the same and have the same tools. Obviously, when it comes to getting your hair cut, the stylist makes the difference. But, since you’re a couple months too late to catch up with Melissa, a new stylist is who you’ll be working with. 

The PA still plays some sort of weird pop-rock fusion that mixes Nat King Cole with Billy Idol, but you just try to focus on it to keep your leg from bouncing. You always get anxious like this when you come in for an appointment, even though you always tell yourself the same thing. It’s just hair. If you don’t like it, it’ll grow back. Or, if worst comes to worst, you could always shave it.

You hear your name being called, and you look up to the person who’d just approached the waiting area around the partition that blocks off the styling area. You blink, your mind going fuzzy as you try to make sense of what you see.

“Looks like I’ll be cutting your hair today,” the man standing at the end of the row of chairs says, with a grin that puts boyish dimples on his cheeks. “I’m Eddie.”

Eddie the Hairdresser is a bit more than you can handle right now. Between his long, curly hair, and the shirt he wears that gives you a view of the tattoos crawling up his arms, you think your knees might already be made out of jelly as you try to stand. But then he sticks out his hand for you to shake, and he’s wearing big, chunky rings that glint in the light, and you think you might swoon like a Victorian damsel.

“I’m, uh–” you begin intelligently, as you fit your hand into his big one. He squeezes just the tiniest bit and smirks at you. “I– I’m trying to, uh–”

“First time?” Eddie asks you with a tilt of his head. His brown eyes crease at the edges with mirth.

“Oh, um, no,” you mutter, looking everywhere but at his dimples. He has a tattoo on his neck of a dragon. You stare at it for a moment too long. “I used to come and see Melissa, forever ago.” 

“Oh! Yeah, Melissa was great. She trained me,” Eddie starts jabbering as he tilts his head and leads you around the partition. You’re met with the smell of hairspray and the sound of blow dryers getting louder. “She’s a hard act to follow, but I hope I can do well enough. Let’s get you started with a wash, hm?” 

You smile as he winks at you conspiratorially. You always feel a little bit awkward as you sit in the chair for the wash sinks, but Eddie ushers you into it with a little wave of his hand and gently– more gently than you can remember even Melissa being– lifts the ends of your hair and places a soft towel around your shoulders.

“What kept you away all this time?” Eddie asks pleasantly as he tests the water temperature. “Melissa’s been gone for a while.”

“Yeah, I, uh, I was working a lot,” you stumble into an explanation, your cheeks heating up a bit. It’s hard not to feel like you need to repent for not coming in to get a trim every month. “Last time I came in, I got my hair cut really short, so it wasn’t like I needed to come in for a trim for a long time, and by the time I really needed one it was long enough that I could do it myself… so, I just kept doing that.”

“So, what are we doing today?” Eddie inquires as his fingertips brush along your temples to tuck your hair back behind your ears and into the wash basin. With gentle prompting, he tilts your head back into the bin and begins to wet the ends of your hair.

“I figured it’s time I go short again,” you tell him, more confident than you really feel about it. It was a split second decision, one that you made because the reflection in the mirror was looking back at you with such a dead expression that you decided you needed a change in a bad way. For a lighter note, you supplement, “I’m tired of brushing tangles out of my hair every morning, and the other day I had a whole bird’s nest at the back of my neck, y’know.”

“Pssh, I know all about tangles. You saw my hair,” Eddie chuckles as the lukewarm water touches your scalp. Goosebumps rise on your arms while he rambles on, “I have to comb my hair wet or else I look like I got electrocuted. I never used to care about that sort of thing before I went to school for this, but once you start learning about proper treatment it’s kind of hard to ignore. I used to wash my hair with bar soap. Dry as hell, no conditioner. I’m surprised I got it long to begin with.” 

You find yourself smiling just thinking about it. “Bar soap? With those curls?”

“Don’t tell anyone, my reputation will be ruined,” Eddie leans down and whispers to you while he reaches for a bottle of shampoo. You hear a crack of a bottle cap, and then his hands are in your hair again, working the sweet smelling soap into your roots. “I’m trying to get employee of the month, but they’re never gonna give it to me if they know I used to sabotage my own hair with Irish Spring.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you tell him sweetly, but you’re barely paying attention to his words anymore. His fingers are pressing into areas on your head that haven’t had a proper massage in forever, and months of tension headaches are being brought to the forefront of your mind. 

You never consider how oddly intimate having someone wash your hair is until you’re in the thick of it. Eddie’s thumbs massage circles into your occipitals with just a perfect amount of pressure, and the muscles down the back of your neck slowly melt and relax, moving with the swell of his fingertips. You suddenly feel very relaxed and very sleepy, and your eyelids drift closed as Eddie’s thumbs trace the line of your skull up to your hairline.

It even takes a moment for you to tune into the fact that he’s humming. Under his breath, he’s singing along to the notes of the song on the PA. He’s doing it in such a way that you’re sure he’s not even aware of it, himself, and you’d comment on it if you weren’t afraid that you’d embarrass him. His fingers are massaging circles around your temples now, and while you’re trying to focus on the sound of him harmonizing with the music, your mind is again trying to distract you with the feeling developing at the base of your spine. A ticklish, warm feeling spreads between your hips, disrupting the lull you find yourself in and forcing you to blink your eyes open. 

Oh, no. We’re not doing that right now.

You can’t say you’re surprised that this is your response. His hands are all over your head and you haven’t been touched by anyone in… well, a very long time, to say the least. You’re probably a little starved for it, all things considered. But this is really the wrong time and place to be getting turned on by a guy’s touch.

You shift in your seat, trying not to be too obvious about it when Eddie pulls his hands away and begins rinsing your hair again. Crossing your legs would be a dead giveaway, but the warm feeling is turning into a subtle throb between your legs, and Eddie’s hands are back on your head, now gently combing the conditioner through the length of your hair as though he’s petting you.

After a few torturous minutes of trying to ignore the blooming arousal deep in your gut, Eddie cuts the water and wraps your hair in the towel to secure it. 

“Now comes the hard part,” Eddie says, probably not meaning to make it sound so suggestive, but your mind seems to be taking its sweet time loitering in the gutter. 

You stare dazedly up at the ceiling. Now is the hard part?

Eddie leads you to what used to be Melissa’s station, and swings the swivel chair around for you with a flourish. “Step into my office, sweetheart. I’ll get you all dressed up in a sexy robe and everything.” 

You stifle a giggle as you slide into the seat. His “office” is one table in a row of other tables, and two feet away an older woman is getting her hair bleached by a girl with an undercut. As Eddie spins you around, the stylist shoots him a look. 

“He’s a shameless flirt,” she tells you, making eye contact with you in the mirror. Eddie lays a smock across your front and buttons it at the back of your neck.

“I’ll have you know, I’ve been minding my manners very well,” Eddie huffs with feigned indignation as he unwraps your hair and tosses the towel onto the table in front of you. He still winks at you in the mirror when he leans around you to pick up a comb. “So far.”

You can’t help the way that your jaw clenches. He’s really not going to make this easy on you. You wonder if he knows where your mind has been for the last ten minutes.

Eddie moves around to the back of your chair and presses on a lever to raise it up, but nothing happens. 

“Dammit,” Eddie curses under his breath, and turns to his coworker, who’s still loading tinfoil into the woman’s hair until she looks like something from Close Encounters. “I can’t believe you gave me the crap chair.”

“Early birds get the good chairs,” the stylist replies. 

Eddie sighs and turns back to you, and finds you looking at him curiously in the mirror. “This is the only broken chair in the whole salon, and everyone hates it, so it tends to move around. You never know if you’ll get the crap chair.”

“That’s sabotage,” you giggle.

“I know! So I have to bend down to style you, I’m sorry.”

“I think I can handle it.” You watch him give you a look in the mirror that makes you shift in your seat again. 

“So,” he begins, looking down at your head as he begins detangling your hair. “We’re going short?”

“That’s the plan,” you say with a puff of your chest. Please, god, don’t let it be horrible. 

“How short?” he prompts, eyeing you in the mirror. “Shoulder length? Close cropped?”

You reach up a slightly shaky hand and pinch the length that you want between two fingers. “Here’s good.”

Eddie nods, looking somewhat pleased. “Are we doing layers?”

“Yeah, I think layers would be good for the long term.” 

“Gives you more flexibility,” he agrees. He picks up a pair of scissors and begins measuring out the length that you want. “I’ll start with the length and then we’ll move to bangs, all right?” 

“That… sounds good.” You’re temporarily discombobulated by Eddie taking the sides of your head and tilting your head down just the slightest bit. 

“Stay just like that for me, okay?” he says quietly.

You blink down at the table in front of you, feeling your mouth go dry. “No problem.” Your hands nervously twitch beneath the cover of the smock across your body.

He goes back to humming along with the music on the PA, and you don’t have the heart to interrupt him. You’re trying to focus on anything but the nerves in your system and the way his touch keeps making you want to jump out of your seat.

After a moment, he stops humming and dusts a bit of hair off of your shoulder. “There we go. Good girl.” 

You blink up at Eddie in the mirror, and then see the transformation from long hair to short on your head. 

“How does it feel?” Eddie asks, leaning down to pinch the ends of the front and measure the evenness of the length. You stare at his fingers, and the tattoo of a bat just above his thumb on his left hand.

“Ten pounds lighter,” you joke. It feels like you’ve swallowed a lump of hot coal, but he doesn’t need to know that. Eddie grins, and his dimples make a glorious reappearance. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs, and again positions your head where he wants it, staring directly forward. “Honestly, even if you wanted to stop here, it would suit you. I don’t think there’s a way to make you look bad, sweetheart.”

“You’ve never seen me with a hangover,” you scoff, trying to ignore how your heart skips a beat. 

Eddie smirks at you in the mirror while he starts working on giving your hair layers. “My guess is that you still look just as cute, but with a bit more of a grumpy look around here.” He gestures to your brow with one finger, and reaches over to set aside the texturizing scissors. 

“So, what I’m hearing is, you think I’m cute?” you say, still trying to play up the confidence that you don’t really have. Your hand squeezes your thigh under the smock you wear, your nails digging in for purchase.

“No, I think you’re gorgeous,” Eddie says swiftly, like it’s just a matter of fact. “But, I think you’d also be cute when you’re hungover. Plus, with this hair, you’d probably look all unkempt and I love the mental image that’s creating.”

His hands fluff the layers that he’s put into your hair, ruffling them gently and carding his fingers through them to measure their length. You’re sure that he’s not aware of the moon-eyed look you’re giving him in the mirror. 

Except, then he moves around you to start working on your bangs, and the smirk that comes across his face when he looks down at yours is enough to make you lose your composure. He knows everything that’s going on in your head, you’re sure of it. 

Cocky bastard.  

“I like your tattoos,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear over the music and the sounds of blow dryers all around you. He’s face to face with you, so close that you can count the freckles on his pale face.

Eddie’s eyes light up. “Yeah? What about ‘em?” 

“Well,” you lick your lips, your eyes flicking down to the one on his neck, and the one peeking out of his collar. “They’re colorful, and they look like you put a lot of thought into picking out each one. They’re pretty.”

“Hmm. You flatter me,” he remarks, trying to hide his grin and failing. If you look closely, there’s just the slightest pink tint to his cheeks that wasn’t there before. He finishes trimming your bangs, and just before he stands up, he chucks you lightly under the chin. “Keep it up and you might get a freebie.”

A free what? You’re imagining he means some sort of a free hair wash or something, but you can’t keep your mind from going to unprecedented places. 

“All right. Bear with me, I’m gonna blow dry you now.” He turns your chair away from the mirror to get you a bit closer to the blow dryer, and for a few minutes, there’s a lull in the conversation. 

Then, all at once, the blow dryer shuts off, and Eddie leans down towards you. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Eddie, you’re gonna make me nervous.”

“Well, we don’t want that.” You just barely turn your head to look at him; just enough that your noses barely brush. You steal a breath that comes from his mouth, and then, Eddie turns you to the mirror. “Like I said,” he murmurs, “There’s not a way to make you look bad.”

“Holy shit,” you breathe. And holy shit is right– he’s done a complete number on you. Your hair is voluminous, framing your face in a way that you haven’t seen it before.  

“What do you think?” he asks, and for a moment, you think it’s a rhetorical question.

“I think you’re way better than Melissa,” you tell him, once you realize that it’s not rhetorical and he’s really asking you what you think. You’re sure that he’d make adjustments if you needed, but you don’t need him to. He’s read you like a book. He’s made you look better than you could ever have hoped for. 

“I’m gonna need that in writing,” he tells you, with the most serious expression you’ve ever seen. “For employee of the month, and all.”

“Tell me where to sign.”

He jerks his head, and all at once the fog lifts. You follow him to the front desk like a lost puppy, feeling like you don’t actually want to leave. You want to sit in his chair while he cuts your hair until you have none left. You want to keep his attention on you and stare at his smile, his hair, his eyes, his tattoos, for the rest of time. 

“I look forward to next time, princess,” he tells you, but you’re hyperfocused on the touch of his hand to your lower back. 

You watch him telling something to the girl at the front desk, his hand wrapped around the edge of the table and distracting you for the umpteenth time. You watch his silver rings glint in the light, and you think about them weaving through your hair; you think about his fingers and how they’d feel on places besides your head.

“So, when did you want to schedule an appointment?” 

You blink a few times, and in a dazed glow you come back to where you are. At the front desk. Paying for your haircut. “Sorry, what?” 

“The… next appointment? For your trim?” The secretary tilts her head, smiling at you kindly. “When did you want to come in?”

“Oh,” you murmur, looking down at the keyboard that she’s typing on. Eddie has disappeared back around the partition with a sweet smile and a wave cast in your direction. You just want him to come back again. “What would you suggest? Y’know, for this kind of a cut?”

“Hmm,” the girl hums, and sizes you up. Not in a way that makes you doubt yourself, but in a way that tells you she’s taking your question seriously. “Probably about four weeks. See if the length is something you’re happy with?” 

“Great. Four weeks from now. With Eddie.” You peer down at the rack of business cards on the deck, and pick up the one farthest to the right. 

Eddie Munson, Stylist. Set an appointment today!

By four weeks, your hair has already reached your shoulders, and the ease of maintenance is starting to wear off. When you get a call reminding you about your appointment with Eddie, your head reels with the knowledge that you’ll see him again.

You calmly assert to yourself that this time, there will be no mooning over him. He’s just your hairdresser. You figure he just has a job to do, tips to earn, and so on. You don’t know if he’s available, you don’t know if he’s single or if he even likes you the way that you like him. You don’t know anything about him, really.

False. You know that he used to wash his hair with bar soap.

You snicker to yourself as you sit in the waiting area yet again. The only available slot for him today was 6:30; pretty close to closing time, but for a Wednesday you figured it was best for you to come late, since you’d have time to get yourself together after work.

You’ve never been in the salon so late. It’s getting dark outside, and the overhead lights cast a semi-yellow glow around the waiting area. Business is dying down now. Not as many people love the idea of getting their hair cut so late, you suppose, but it was either this or wait another week to get an appointment with Eddie, and with the rate that your hair is growing, you’d probably be going insane by then.

“Hey, you,” Eddie says, popping his head around the partition with a grin that makes you nearly melt in your seat. His curly hair hangs in a curtain out in midair, and his long neck stretches out for you to take a gander at. “Just couldn’t stay away, huh?”

You smile at him. “Well, you’re the only person I trust with my head.”

What the fuck did you just say?

Eddie smirks, glowing pink around the ears. “I’ll keep that in mind, princess. Let me clean up my station real quick and I’ll getcha goin’, all right?”

You swallow back the lump in your throat. “Yeah, sure, no worries.”

When Eddie disappears again, you slide down in your seat and clap your hand across your eyes. You’re sort of glad that nobody was in the waiting room to see that ridiculous exchange, but you still have to sit with your embarrassment while Eddie cuts your hair. Again.

There will be no pining. There will be no getting weirdly turned on by him washing your hair. Nope, not happening this time.

This time, when Eddie ushers you back behind the partition, there’s only one two other stylists who are there cleaning their stations. The PA has been turned way down, so you can barely register what it’s playing at all.

“You actually came at a good time,” Eddie tells you as you trail after him toward the wash station. “You’re the last person for the night, so I can really take my time with you.”

“O-oh.. really?” You beat back your perverted thoughts with a stick. “To do what?”

“Oh, y’know,” Eddie shrugs as he lays a towel around your shoulders again, just as gentle as he was the last time. “We could do something totally crazy. Who knows what’ll happen?”

His voice is animated, pleasantly filling the empty space where your thoughts might become too much if you let them wander. 

Over the past month, after you’d recovered from your last meeting with Eddie, and as you were preparing for this one, you came up with a few things that you could ask him about– just to keep your mind from going to places you didn’t want them to. To save yourself the embarrassment and the ordeal of having to play whack-a-mole with your libido, and all. 

“Did you get employee of the month?” you begin with.

Eddie laughs, and then sighs. “No, our manicurist got it. I’ll get it this time, I just gotta stay on my A-game.” His blunt nails rake your hair away from your forehead and temples, and a lukewarm stream of water hits the crown of your skull.

You nearly want to jump out of your skin at the feeling. “Was it because they gave you the crap chair too many times?”

“Probably. But I got here early today, so the good news is you don’t have to sit in the crap chair this time.” 

“Aww, I kind of liked the crap chair. Kept me grounded.” You hear him huff a laugh as he starts lathering shampoo through your hair. Trying to keep your mind running so you don’t focus too hard on how good his rings feel scraping against your scalp, you ask, “How’d you get into this line of work?”

“Honestly, it’s kind of a weird story,” Eddie starts, beginning to massage his fingertips into your skull in a way that makes your toes curl in your shoes. You tighten your hands on the arms of your chair and take a deep breath. “So, it took me three tries to graduate high school, right? I was terrible at it. And, y’know, I figured I’d only end up working in a garage or something for the rest of my life. But I was cutting my mane all on my own, and eventually I started cutting my friends’ hair too, because they were all in college and it’s cheaper than going to a salon. I mean–” he chuckles, and begins rinsing your hair– “believe me. I know all about it. And it just came to me really easily, ‘cause I used to be great at drawing and crafting and stuff. And it’s kind of the same thing– once you learn the medium, it’s smooth sailing from there.”

The salon has gone eerily quiet, and by the time Eddie wraps your head and sits you up, you realize that the other stylists have gone, and you and Eddie are the last people in the building. You’d be a little nervous about it, but you got Eddie on a roll, and honestly, he makes it so easy to listen to him.

“Anyways, one day my friend Robin says to me, ‘You should totally get your credential for this,’ and I said, ‘You have to go to school for this shit?’” You blow a raspberry of a laugh, no longer feeling anxious as he sits you down on his not-crap styling chair. He drapes a smock over you, and cracks a grin at you in the mirror. “I know! So, I’ve never been great at school, and I can’t afford to pay for beauty school tuition on the pay I was making at the time, so my friends… they pooled together some money to at least pay for my first semester. And then– get this– I got on the fucking Dean’s list.”

“No way.”

“I did! Yours truly!” He does a little bow, and while you’re still giggling, he begins detangling your hair. “So, I got grants. And I finished top of my class, because as it turns out, when you don’t hate what you’re studying it’s really easy to do well. I got my certification framed and everything. Show that to my damn high school principal.” He shakes his head, but the smile is still on his face when he says, “But now I just have to get that fucking employee of the month.” 

“Anything I can do to help?” you offer, admiring his face in the mirror again without even realizing you’re doing it. You love seeing him grin, showing off his dimples and the smile lines around his eyes.

“Oh, you know,” he shrugs with a cute scrunch of his nose. “Just make sure you write my boss a letter saying how fantastic and amazing I am and how there’s no other hair stylist like me and how you’ll never find anyone as cool and sexy anywhere else. Something subtle like that oughta do it.” 

“Shouldn’t be difficult,” you tell him smoothly. “I already had that one drafted.”

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling when he reaches for his scissors, but you still notice the faint blush on his cheeks that he tries to hide behind his curtain of hair. “Flattery. You know what that gets you with me.”

A freebie. You hear his voice echoing in your head, and you swallow past the dryness in your throat. “Like… what? A mohawk?”

“Would you want a mohawk?” he asks you, pausing his movements to peer at you. “Because that’d be metal as hell, I’d be so down.” 

You laugh. “I appreciate it, but I think… probably not today.”

Eddie hums, and returns to smoothing your hair back away from your face. “So we’re just doing the same as last time?” 

“Yeah, not too flashy.” 

“Gotcha. It’s a shame, though. I’m always up for a challenge.” 

“Well, I think that short hair is just easier to maintain,” you tell him, at a loss for what else to say. He glances up at you in the mirror, and locks eyes with you. “And it doesn’t make my neck look as stumpy as it is.”

Eddie tilts his head with a confused pout, and then he reaches down and wraps his hands loosely around your throat. Your breath stalls in your chest, your eyes focused on the sight of his hands on you, his thumbs gently stroking the nape of your neck and his ring clad fingers pressed just below your chin. His fingers link and hold you, creating a necklace that you’ll never be able to find anywhere else.

Oh, shit. Oh, fucking hell. Everything below your waist draws up tight and hard, your thighs clamping together like that’s going to somehow will away the hold that Eddie has on you.

You lift your eyes and find his in the mirror, dark and focused in on you. You hold each others’ gaze for a prolonged moment, not saying anything, you barely even daring to breathe. You can’t imagine what the expression on your face looks like. You’re too busy staring at the one on his– like there are a million thoughts running through his head, and you’re desperate to know every single one of them.

“Nah, I think you’re perfect.” And just like that, Eddie moves on like nothing happened, picking up his scissors again. Like he didn’t just fry your brain. Like you’re not halfway to cardiac arrest.

You’re dumbstruck as he starts trimming the ends of your hair. You told yourself there would be no mooning over him. No pining. But here, you are, turned on beyond belief, and having to deal with the heartbeat pulsing between your legs, and not shift around, because you don’t want to fuck him up. 

When he pinches the ends of the front to see if they’re level, you’re staring directly at him in the mirror. Not even trying to hide it, either. If you did try, you’d most certainly fail. Eddie frowns in concentration, a bit of a crease to his brow as he peers at his hands.

Eddie tuts. “I’m trying to figure out– is it–?” He grabs the back of your chair, and suddenly you’re being swiveled around to face him. “Sometimes these mirrors don’t even help a guy out at the worst goddamn times…”

Your breathing is way heavier than it needs to be. Is it hot in here? Did they crank up the heat in this place specifically to spite you? Eddie’s face is so close to yours, and you’re not sure if the fact that you aren’t in the crap chair is helping. You’re higher up now, and he doesn’t have to bend down as far to get level with you, and his eyes are the color of dark chocolate, and you–

Eddie’s hand comes up and snips the tip off the right side. “There we go. One side was all fucked.”

“Well, we don’t want anything getting fucked, do we?” you mutter under your breath. What’s left of it.

Eddie pauses and his eyes flick up to yours. His eyelashes are long and flutter as he holds your gaze again, while you try hard not to look away. There’s that unreadable expression on his face from earlier, morphing slowly into something like amusement, but that could also just be your mind playing tricks on you. Don’t look at his lips. Don’t look at his lips. Don’t look at his li–

“Screw it.” Eddie tosses his scissors to the ground and his hands come up to grip your face, smoothing your hair back tenderly before he kisses you. 

You open your mouth and Eddie is in it, searching, feeling. His hands hold your head firm and you feel the metal of his rings digging into your cheeks, and you’re splitting apart at the seams from the way he’s completely invading your senses. He smells like warm, spicy cologne and hairspray. He tastes like cigarettes and cherry coke. He moans into you, and the sound is like heaven. 

You lift your legs and wrap them around his waist, and he grunts before he pulls away just the tiniest bit to give you breathing room. 

“This is highly unprofessional, Mr. Munson,” you whisper to him, as if you don’t have him caged in with your thighs.

“I don’t… actually fucking care,” Eddie admits, his nose just nudging against yours. “Got so fuckin’ hard the minute I saw you. What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

“Dunno,” you murmur against his mouth, “I’m waiting for you to tell me.” 

“C’mere.” He pulls you out of your seat, and you practically trip over the smock he clipped around your neck. 

“Get me out of this thing,” you giggle, letting your forehead fall onto his shoulder. You inhale a deep breath of his cologne, feeling his chest shake with his laugh. 

“Aww, but you look so cute,” Eddie coos, but his hands come up to undo the button at the back of your neck. The fabric slides to the ground, and Eddie kicks it aside as he crowds you back against the table. Your ass hits the edge of it and your hand falls onto a comb when you try to steady yourself. He pulls you flush to his body, his hands caging you in. Eddie’s tongue dances over your bottom lip and you moan, lifting your hands to tangle in the fabric of his shirt.

He ducks his head to help you pull his shirt off before he tosses it somewhere to the side. You’re distracted by his tattoos, each one of them beautiful and detailed, standing out against his pale skin.

Then, you remember something that he told you earlier, and you connect some dots that you hadn’t even realized were there. “Did you draw these?” 

Eddie’s grin could blind the sun. He blushes pink down his neck and shoulders. “Yeah, I did.” 

“They’re gorgeous. I meant what I said before– I really like them.” 

He sucks in a deep breath, and then his lips are on you, everywhere they can manage. On your face, your neck, trying to get at your collarbone but your shirt is in the way. He fists it in his hands, making a petulant noise in the back of his throat. “Help me out here, sweetheart.”

Your shirt lands somewhere near his. You don’t see exactly where, because he’s pulling the straps of your bra down your shoulders so that he can mouth kisses across your breasts, pulling down on the cups until he can graze his teeth over your nipple. It takes you so off guard that you bite back a squeal, tugging at his hair and rubbing your thighs together to stave off the incessant throbbing between them.

When you look down at him, his eyes are so dark that they’re almost black. Your heart thuds erratically in your chest, your breath not coming even though you gasp and pull at the air with everything you have. You can’t really fathom why he has you so worked up– just that it’s been so long since anyone touched you like this, and now that you have it it’s like every little point of contact is on fire.

Eddie grazes his teeth across your breast, and your knees nearly buckle out from under you. You grab his face, guiding him back up to you. 

“What were you thinking when you grabbed my throat?” you ask him, your voice hoarse in the back of your throat. 

His hands are on you now, grabbing at your waist and hips, squeezing like he’ll never let go. “I can show you, if you want,” Eddie answers, and he sounds just as wrecked as you. Maybe more. 

There’s absolutely no way you’re going to refuse that. Not with the way you’ve been lusting after him since meeting him. You nod. “Eddie, please–”

He kisses you hard again before mumbling against your lips, “Turn around and take off your pants.”

You do what he asks without a second’s hesitation. You watch him in the mirror as he follows your movements, undoing his own belt, and you kick your jeans and underwear off without thinking about why you’re here, without wondering about the repercussions. You figure you can probably do that later.

Right now, Eddie’s smoothing his hand up your spine, and the feeling of his fingers dancing along your skin sends shivers through your body. His fingers weave through the hair at the nape of your neck, and he pulls just slightly, until you bare your neck. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. Your heart hammers as you watch him, dark eyes and hair and rosy cheeks in the mirror, his carnation colored lips twisting into a wicked grin at you. He kisses your shoulder so gently it’s like the fluttering of a feather. 

“‘Stumpy neck,’” Eddie scoffs under his breath, and you tremble. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

He bends you forward until you’re face to face with yourself in the mirror– but you’re looking at him, gazing into your eyes while he teases himself at your entrance.

“Oh my god,” you groan, dropping your head almost immediately at the feeling. Your head is spinning, your body rigid with anticipation and breaking out in a cool sweat already. 

“Mm-mm,” Eddie hums condescendingly, and a hand clamps around your throat, hoisting your head up again. A gasp tears from your lips. In the mirror, his eyes are blazing. “You look at me while I fuck you. That’s the only way this is gonna happen. Got it?”

You nod. You want to shrink away from the heat in his gaze, but you want him to fuck you way more than that. You shudder as he leans forward, pressing in until his chin nearly rests on your shoulder.

“I need to hear you say it, baby.” His thumb strokes lightly along your pulse point, and you make a soft noise in the back of your throat without thinking. “Tell me you understand.” 

“I understand,” you tell him, barely a whisper, but he hears it all the same. 

“Good girl.” 

Eddie grins, kisses the nape of your neck, and pulls back. When he does, you’re barely able to take a breath before he pushes his hard cock into you, and the noise you make is almost embarrassing in its volume. 

“Ohhh, you’re absolutely soaked, baby. She’s practically dripping– is this just for me?” Eddie murmurs in your ear, grinding his hips up against your ass for emphasis. The lewd noise that it makes has your toes curling and the tips of your ears burning.

“Fuck,” you moan, ginding back against him to push him deeper. He’s so thick and you’re so sensitive that your mind is completely blanking at the feeling. 

Eddie notices, and he chuckles as grabs your waist with one hand as he thrusts his hips forward. “I’ve barely gotten my cock in you, princess. Don’t go getting all dumb on me already.” His voice goes straight between your legs and your cunt pulses around him, making him hiss through his teeth. The hand on your throat tightens just slightly. “I asked you a question.”

You keen, your mind reeling as you search for words. You manage to nod, babbling out, “Yes, it’s– it’s all for you, Eddie, been wanting you so bad, s’all I can think about–”

Eddie coos, grabbing your chin to shut you up while a particularly hard thrust of his hips knocks the wind out of you. He turns his head and grazes his lips against your cheek, eyeing you in the mirror as he says, “I knew it.” 

Your eyes are on him, on his hand around your neck, on his rings pressed into your skin. All that your fucked-out mind can think is that it’s hot, and you like him and his strong hands and his pretty eyes and the way his cock is reaching places inside you that make thoughts really difficult to come by.

Eddie whispers something against your skin, and you miss it because you’re hooked on the way his eyelashes flutter for just a moment while his lips are pressed against your cheek. You lift your hand, until it rests over his against your throat, his fingers just barely laced with yours. 

“Again,” you say– it comes out like a command, but you mean it like a question. You don’t know what the fuck he just said. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he repeats, and his voice nearly cracks with the desperation in it. His sweat slick chest is pressed against your back, his thrusts rocking your hips into the table and jostling it into the wall, but his voice is so tender. “So perfect for me.” 

Your mouth falls open, your hand tightening on his. You pull, until he loosens his grip and his hand comes away with yours. You kiss his palm, then his fingertips, holding his gaze in the mirror as you slowly, gently swirl your tongue around his middle and forefinger. 

Eddie’s eyes narrow coyly at you, while his thrusts make you mewl and clutch at the table with your free hand. You suck his two fingers deep into your mouth, earning a pleased groan from him in your ear– a sound which you want to hear again and again, no matter what it takes. 

“Look at you, sweet little thing, gettin’ my fingers all wet like that,” he whispers to you, biting his lip as you grind back against him. “Wanna do something with ‘em?”

You moan, letting his fingers slide from your mouth with a wet pop. You guide his hand down your chest, down your stomach, until his fingers slide between your legs. 

“There you go,” Eddie coos, taking over from your guidance as his fingers start rubbing small circles against your clit. “Atta girl, showin’ me what you want. Just needed me to fuck you stupid first, hm?”

Your cunt pulses, and you cum with a loud moan that echoes off of the mirror in front of you and around the empty space. Eddie cries out, and you feel his warmth fill you as he cums. He slows until he stills inside you, and then he holds you, panting against your cheek, his arm wrapped around your middle and his hand on your throat.

You haven’t moved your hand away from his, you realize, after a few moments of bliss in the aftershocks. You drop your hand to the table with a thud, earning a soft, breathless chuckle from him. 

“Can I take you out to dinner?” Eddie asks you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“I think you can do whatever you want with me,” you murmur dazedly, just barely shifting and making him hiss. He’s still inside you, trying to hold you steady while he calms himself down. 

“Good.” There’s a kiss to your cheek, and Eddie grunts as he slowly eases out of you. “I still need to finish your goddamn haircut.”

“Eddie, we’re naked.” 

“And?” His hands are moving quicker than your mind is, yanking a kleenex from the table so that he can bend down and wipe the insides of your thighs. You jump at the sudden touch, but he clamps a hand around your hip to hold you still. “The sooner I finish your hair, the sooner I close up, and the sooner we go get dinner. You like Italian?”

“I didn’t think your pillow talk would involve finishing my haircut,” you grumble, but there’s a smile worming it’s way onto your face even as you say it. 

“That’s the name of the game, sweetheart,” Eddie says, tossing the tissue into the trash. He picks up your underwear, and the smock from the floor. “Now, sit your cute ass down. I’m not gonna get employee of the month by dishing out orgasms and not bangs, y’know.”

😏 *tucks hair behind ear*

Four 🧭

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Floor sex? idk what else

Summary: Y/N was assigned with babysitting Eddie, and the more they talk the more they realized they like each other, so then they do something about it. Also Y/N is a girl with female anatomy.

A/N: this is the first time i’m writing for Eddie, and esp smut for eddie, and i can’t say it’s the best piece of writing i’ve created, it was just midnight and i was tired and felt weird. enjoy?, also the spacing is very weird i’ll fix that later

spoiler warning, duh. minors DNI.

1986, your last year at Hawkins High. Summer was fast approaching, and so was your graduation. After last summer, you really thought things may ease up. But of course, you found yourself in yet another situation surrounding the alternate dimension you and everyone who knows of it dreaded, the Upside Down. And, out of everyone who was somehow entangled in its mess, you never thought you’d find yourself drinking beer in a barn with Eddie Munson, of all people.

You’d barely interacted up until this point, mostly rejecting his attempts and the boys’ to get you to attend a club session, and not because you weren’t interested in D&D, but something would always come up to interrupt those plans, either with work or school or both. Thank God you at least still had your powers, otherwise you’d simply have collapsed a long time ago.

In a strangely comforting way though, the thing that finally brought you and Eddie together was the thing you really did go out of your way to avoid. But when the fate of the world is in the hands of a group of teenagers, they need all the help they can get.

School can wait.

“Hey, can you uh, pass me another beer?” Eddie glanced at you in the corner, looking away when you initially made eye contact, but forcing himself to look back at you, feeling your stare. He was sat on a stool in the corner of the barn, after you’d assured him he didn’t have to hide in the boat, as you’d let him know when anyone got close.

You hesitated, not processing his request at first, but then quickly leaning over and grabbing a beer. “Oh, ok.” You got up and walked over, handing it to him before walking back to the window.

“Wait.” He said, holding onto your hand softly, as to not hurt you. “Sit here.”

You complied, curious at his command. He had that scared look in his eyes again, the same one he had when he nearly killed Steve, an event you’d forgiven him for. You watched him put the beer beside him, and fumble uncomfortably on his stool, until he eventually sat on the ground next to you, keeping you isolated between himself and the wall. What you’d usually consider suffocating, felt oddly comforting. You quickly realized how much you’d softened around him. He was charismatic and likable, and very easy to sympathize with. Especially after you looked in his head and saw Chrissy. Poor girl.

“You alright, Eddie?” You asked, a smile tugging at the edge of your lips.

“Yeah… I was just wondering… How come you stayed with me, and didn’t go to the library with Nancy or something. She’s your friend and I’m- not.” His tone sounded genuine enough, so you decided to give a genuine answer.

“Someone had to stay here and make sure those psychos didn’t come hunting for you.”

“Those ‘psychos’ think I’m the psycho.” He rolled his eyes, you let out a huff of air through your nose. “Also, what’s the deal with the girls with superpowers? Steve mentioned there were 2, didn’t he?”

“Steve doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You smiled at him, staring into his eyes, controlling your breathing slightly. With both of your faces turned to look at each other, you had only just realized just how close you were, his warm breath ticking your bare shoulder, as your cardigan dipped to your elbow when Eddie moved next to you, and you decided against fixing it.

“Sorry I never made it to any of your campaigns.” You decided to change the subject, not that you were worried he suspected anything, you knew that if he was still alive in the next 24 hours he’d find everything out anyway, but you did want to get to know him. And maybe finally understand why the boys love him so much.

“Well you’re here now, right? So it worked out in the end.” He did have a point. It didn’t exactly work out how he intended, but in the end you were here, with him, and nobody else. “Nobody better to protect me than you, L/N.”

You blushed. “Are you flirting with me?” He inched impossibly closer, slightly angling his body more towards you as he did so.

“Do you want me to flirt with you? Would that be ok?”

“Yes, Eddie.” You blushed even more, and it was now impossible to hide without the use of your hands, which you quickly brought up to your fiery cheeks, turning your head away from him.

“Hey.” He reached over and held your hand, and you turned to face him again. “I uhm… I lied earlier. It’s not ok that you missed my campaigns.”

“Aw, I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologized.

“Yeah, you should be sorry, I’m the best DM in Hawkins.”

“Is that so? I’m honoured to be in your presence.” You both laughed, your eyes darting between his and his lips, which were so incredibly close, and pulled up in the most amazing smile you’ve ever seen. This doesn’t usually happen… But you seem to have fallen for him in an impossibly short amount of time. Only the other day in the cafeteria you caught his gaze as he was mocking the several cliques of the school, and he gave you the brightest smile, the exact one he was giving you now. It was intoxicating, you felt high off of his happiness.

“I tend to have that effect on people.” So you’ve noticed… “Thanks for this. And for talking me out of stabbing Steve earlier…”

“Of course, Eddie. Weirdly, we’ve all been through this already. I meant it when I said you can trust me.” Your hand clasped his, and he squeezed it lovingly, thanking you yet again, without words.

“You know… I’ve always liked you. Even though you hang out with Steve and Nancy.-“ You scrunched your nose and tilted your eyebrows, in offense. “-You’ve just always been… Cool. I always see you around school, with the boys, or on your own, and there’s been one thing I’ve always wanted to do.”

“What’s that?” Your voice barely above a whisper, your mind now blank. He pays attention to you? He notices you? All those days, when you spent a little longer on your outfit, your hair, your make-up, and then beat yourself up for being late telling yourself no one even takes a second glance at you, and now he’s telling you that he does, and that he thinks you’re cool.

“I’ve always wanted to read your mind.”

“Like Charles Xavier?” You joked, amused by his childlike wish.

“Yes, kind of! I can read emotion on people’s faces, but with you, it’s different. I want to know what you’re thinking so I know what to do based off of that.”

“How about I tell you what I’m thinking? End the mystery.” Your suggestion brought a smirk to his face, and he licked his lips, slowly bringing them closer to you, his free hand lingering on your cheek.

“Go on.”

“I’m thinking you should kiss me already.” He closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his incredibly soft lips to yours, being as gentle as he could, way gentle than normal. He really liked you and he really didn’t want to blow it by moving too fast and risk making you uncomfortable. Luckily for him, you took the lead, and pushed your tongue past his lips, him allowing it immediately, smiling into the kiss. Your bodies were now facing each other, and you slowly pushed Eddie into the wall, climbing into his lap as you deepened the kiss. His hand went to your cardigan, as he whispered a soft “Is this ok?”, to which you nodded, his hand pulling off the garment.

His hand lingered on your shoulders for a little bit before his fingers gently dragged the straps of your dress down, your hands going to your back to undo your bra clasp. Whilst you did that, he removed his shirt, his skin going against the rough surface of the barn wall. You sensed he didn’t quite expect the sting, and you smiled as he finally pushed his shirt to the side and looked at you, your dress bunched at your waist, your top half completely exposed as your hair fell over your shoulders, giving you a slight sense of protection.

“Sweetheart, you’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” He grabbed your face and began kissing you again, as a hand went behind your back to lower you to the cold ground safely. You shivered, rolling your hips into his, a groan escaping his lips. You moaned back into the kiss, feeling the pool of slick forming in your underwear.

He began peppering kisses on your cheeks and all over your face, tickling you with his lips. “Are you sure you want this, sweetheart? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Yes, Eddie. I’m sure.” Your hand brushed his hair behind his ear, softly petting his beautiful curls. You looked up at him with doe eyes, and that was enough to turn him into a mess. In that moment, your hand playing with his hair, he knew he wanted you more than he had wanted anyone ever before. And not only did he want you to stay by his side and protect him for as long as he was in danger, but he hoped he could return the favour one day.

His lips travelled down to your chest, leaving adoring kisses all over your skin. His hand simultaneously travelled to your core, pulling down your underwear just enough for his hand to gain access. His fingers began steadily circling your clit, his mouth, now back onto yours, catching your moans. He dipped a finger in you, spreading your wetness between your lips. He groaned in pleasure, and imagined what he’d feel like hugged inside of you. He put his finger back in your hole, and began pumping back and forth, you grinding against his finger. He inserted another finger. He couldn’t believe how tight you were.

“Sweetheart, you’ll be the death of me…” You moaned in response, unable to wait any longer. You needed to feel him. You wanted him inside you more than anything. You completely ignored the pain, the pleasure overcoming you.

“Eddie, I need you inside me, please.”

“When you ask so nicely how could I ever say no?” You smiled at each other. How had you both been able to suppress your feelings, you had no idea. Feeling Eddie so close to you was enchanting, and you knew you could never get enough of this feeling.

He unbuttoned his jeans, kicking them off along with his boxers, as you fully removed your underwear, your bunched dress the only item of clothing between the two of you.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, Eddie. You never could.”

Eddie began slowly pushing himself into you, making sure you’d adjusted to every bit of length he inserted inside your tight pussy. One hand was on the ground, balancing himself, as the other he placed on your hip to guide himself. Once he was mostly inside of you, he began moving back and forth, rolling his hips, almost rhythmically. Your walls clenched around him, his grip on your hip tightening, his pace getting rougher with every sweet moan that escaped your lips. He swore to himself he’ll write a song about you the second he got his hands on his guitar.

After a few minutes, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Y/N, you make me feel so good. Come for me, sweetheart.” He praised in your ear, and you felt your orgasm flow through you like a wave, rippling before release. He rode you through your orgasm, and pulled out of you. You were laid on your back and watched as he finished himself off with his own hand, cum shooting on the wall next to you.

He looked just like a God in this moment, his long shaggy hair messed up by your hands, sweat covering his body, the moonshine pouring in through the window, giving him an angel-like glow. You could never get enough of his beautiful self, basking in his after glow. You took notice of his many tattoos, and began anticipating the day you’d ask him to tattoo something over your wrist.

You stood up and embraced him, his arms engulfing you completely. Once he pulled away, he began pushing your stray hairs behind your ears, and pulling your dress straps back over your shoulders, and the bottom of the dress back down. His head dipped down to do so, and he looked back up at you smiling.

“You’re just gonna dress me?” Eddie kissed your hand gently, before coming back up to your height and kissing your lips passionately.

“If I may…”

“You may.” You replied, hand holding his chin, your thumb caressing his lips. He was so incredibly mesmerizing.

You whipped your head in worry, staring out the window at the empty scenery of the house and the forest by it. There was a car approaching.

“Y/N, what is it?” Eddie asked with concern, hands flying to your cheeks.

“They’re here. Jason’s here.”

“Shit.”

At Your Service

Eddie Munson x Female!reader

SUMMARY: School freak, Eddie Munson, and loner, Y/N Y/L/N, have gone through school ignoring each other despite both of them being treated as outcasts. Whereas, Eddie enjoyed publicly defying societal standards, Y/N was quiet and preferred to keep to yourself. In fact, she often thought that Eddie’s spiels were overly dramatic and thought he was dumb for being held back. When Y/N starts going through a rough patch she begrudgingly resorts to Eddie, who helps her in more ways than one.

WARNINGS: smutttt, masturbation, P in V sex, using drugs as escapism, mentions of depressive feelings and anxiety (kinda)

Word Count: 9k

A/N: This is set between season 3 and 4 but there are some allusions to season 4 events if that makes sense. This is my first time writing fanfiction so I hope you guys like it! This ended up being way longer than I expected. Also, I’ve never smoked pot or done drugs so I’m not sure how accurate my descriptions of it are. Please feel free to give me any feedback. Enjoy your stay!

You had been with the gang from the beginning. Through the demogorgons, the Russians, and the Mind Flayer. You never seemed to be too affected by it. There was the occasional nightmare, but nothing like now. 

It had been two months since the mall fire. You had lost Jim who was like a father figure for you. When you had moved to Hawkins in third grade, your father had just died. You moved to Hawkins because your dad’s best friend, whom he had met during the war, Jim Hopper, was the sheriff there. Your mother didn’t want to stay where you currently were but she didn’t know where to go. She had a sister, but they didn’t get along. When Jim found out about your dad, he had promised your mother that he would help you guys if you moved to Hawkins, so you did.

Throughout the years, you had begun viewing him as a father figure; he was always there for you when you needed it and since he had lost his own daughter, he became very protective of you. He and your mom also became very good friends; your mom would help him out by cleaning and cooking for him so didn’t have to eat the same thing everyday. They were both also grieving so it became a habit to find them talking in the kitchen at 1:00 AM sharing their grievances, or even just drinking and smoking in silence.

Losing him in the fire was devastating. You didn’t even have a body that you could bury. 

Billy Hargrove had also died. Well, he had sacrificed himself and that made you feel guilty. When the Mind Flayer was going to attack El, you stood between her and it. When Hopper had taken El, you started caring for the girl, helping babysit her while Hopper was working. You knew how much Hopper loved her, how much you loved her, so you couldn’t fathom her dying. However, Billy pushed you aside and he was killed by the Mind Flayer. You didn’t know him well. He was an asshole, yet he became very popular the moment he arrived in Hawkins. You weren’t very popular. Your best friend was Jonathan; he shared your love for photography so you had quickly become friends. So, Hargrove hadn't been the nicest to you. 

However, you couldn’t help the guilt that consumed you knowing that he had died instead of you. What broke your heart the most was the way Max had reacted and the way she had begun to pull herself away from everyone. You liked Max; she was very funny and just like the other kids, you had developed a connection with her. As she started pulling away, so did you. The grief and guilt were too much. On top of that, your best friend and El had moved to California. You couldn’t blame Joyce for her decision, hell, you wished to leave this place as well, but you had hoped El would’ve stayed with you and your mom. 

So many people you loved were gone and all the shit that had happened the past years had been building up inside you like a snowball. You had always kept it inside, insisting you were fine. But you weren't and the paralyzing fear, guilt, and anxiety had catch up to you. You needed an escape.

You entered Family Video for your afternoon shift. Steve and Robin had been working the morning shift. They had insisted you join them, but you declined. During the summer, you had worked with them at Chips Ahoy. You had already grown close to Steve as you were usually left in charge of the kids along with him. You didn’t mind. You found out that Steve was actually a really cool guy and you had grown to love him (and develop a crush on him). You had dated for a few months at the end of senior year. He was your first kiss and your first time. You liked him a lot but you could tell he was still in love with Nancy so you decided to break up with him. It was an amicable break up and if, anything, had made your friendship stronger.

You had grown close to Robin. She was weird and you liked that. You guys had become an inseparable trio, but you’ve been avoiding hanging out with them as much as you can. You loved them, but you felt like you didn’t deserve them. Also, you just wanted to be alone, even if that meant dealing with the intrusive thoughts alone.

You couldn’t feel peace anywhere; you were barely sleeping, every noise sending you into a frenzy. You needed something to make you forget or else you would go crazy. Make you forget running from the demogorgons in the dark forest. Make you forget being stuck in the upside down. Make you forget watching Billy die after he pushed you out of the Mind Flayer’s way. Make you forget burying an empty casket for Jim.

As you were cleaning the counter, you heard the bell ding. You looked up to see Eddie Munson, resident freak AND drug dealer. This was it. He could give you what you wanted, what you so desperately needed. You saw him looking through the horror section, impatiently waiting for him to go to the cash register. 

After what seemed to be the longest 5 minutes of your life, which was saying something considering you have spent 5 minutes running away from monsters, Eddie approached you at the register. 

He had a horror movie and a porno. You rolled your eyes when he handed it to you. He was such a guy after all.

“What? Never seen a guy buy a porno before?” he asked.

“Too many for my liking,” you replied. “It’ll be five dollars.”

As he reached into his pockets you wondered if buying drugs from him was a good idea. You didn’t really do drugs; you had smoked some weed with Steve a couple times but that was it. You were more of a drinker, taking after your mom, but even blacking out couldn’t liberate you from your terrors. Plus, blacking out left you with a killer headache and worse mood. You needed something that would calm you, put your mind somewhere else.

You had planned to buy drugs from the usual guy that Steve bought from, but to your luck he had been busted a week ago. You didn't know any other drug dealers beside Eddie and at this point you didn’t feel like you could go any longer like this, so he would have to do.

“Do you have any weed on you right now,” you blurted. He looked at you with wide eyes before smirking. He rested his forearms on the counter and leaned in closer to you, tilting his head to the side a little. 

“Why do you want it?”

“To smoke,” you said dryly. He rolled his eyes at you. “What else would I want it for Munson. Do you have it or not?”

“I don’t have it on me right now. I have it at my place. When do you get out from work?”

“Nine,” you replied. 

“Come by my place after work. You have a pen and paper?” he asked. You grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and handed it to him. He wrote down his address and gave you the piece of paper back.

"Don’t leave me hanging, sweetheart,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes and handed him the movies. “Here’s your porno, sir, have a good day.”

As he left the store, you couldn’t help but feel relieved. You would get the weed, maybe something else as well, and you would be fine. Everything would be fine... thanks to Eddie Munson.

After closing the store, you walked to your car and turned on the radio. As you began driving to Eddie’s, the song “Should I Stay or Should I Go” came on. You smiled sadly as your remembered Jonathan and Will. You had been there when Jonathan first showed that song to Will. You had been there when that song was used to help bring the Will you all loved back from the Mind Flayer’s hold. 

Your mind started dragging to being in the upside down. You remembered how scared you were, how much you wanted to leave. But most importantly, you remembered missing your dad, wishing he was there to comfort you. You remember being saved by Jim and him hugging you. You felt a tear slip from your eye and you let it slide down your cheek. 

You started speeding up, wanting to get to Eddie’s as soon as possible. You would be okay. 

Ten minutes later you arrived at a trailer park. You were looking for his trailer when you saw his horribly parked van. You parked next to his van, and as you were looking for your wallet you heard the trailer door open. Eddie was standing there waiting for you. You guess he had heard your car arrive.

“Aww, were you looking out the window waiting for me, Munson,” you teased as you got out of your car.

“Always M’Lady,” he replied, bringing his hands up and clutching his heart, “It felt like centuries passed before I was blessed with your presence once again.”

You walked closer to him and he moved aside so you could go inside. The inside looked just like you expected. It was quite messy, but you kind of liked it. You turned your head and were met with a wall full of mugs. You wondered Eddie collected them or if his uncle did. You didn't know much about Eddie, just stuff you heard around, but you knew he lived with his uncle.

“Soooo, this is my castle,” he stated while motioning around, “the maids are on vacation right now. I know. I know. I’m such generous man, you don’t have to say it.”

“Where’s the butler,” you asked. He looked at you with a frown, “I had to fire him because the last dinner party he planned was a disaster. He had the maids serve steak only, can you believe that?”

You fake gasped, “Oh no, how cheap. Unbelievable!” 

Although you were enjoying the stupid little conversation you were having, you wanted to get what you came for and leave. So before he could start speaking again, you said, “So how much for half an ounce?” 

He seemed a little disappointed that you were putting an end to the playful banter. “I’ll give it to you for 25.” He walked towards the small kitchen table and opened a metal lunchbox. You took the money out from your wallet.

“You know, I’ll give it to you for 20 if you smoke it with me,” he called out from the kitchen. You walked towards him and scoffed.

“Are you trying to buy my company, Munson? That is no way to run a business,” you teased. 

“What can I say? Pleasure trumps business, Miss Y/L/N,” he said smirking. You lightly hit his arm and then pointed at the porno he had bought a few hours earlier that now rested on his kitchen table.

“I think you have enough pleasure,” you grimaced. “By the way, I wouldn’t put that on your kitchen table. You know there’s a lot of guys who have checked that movie out.”

He scrunched his face. “Why would you say that,” he whined. He handed you the bag of weed. “You smoke before... or do you need a tutorial, which I’m more than willing to give you.”

“I know how to smoke, Munson.” His offer was kind of tempting, but you just wanted to be in your room alone, smoking and listening to music. “Thanks, but I’ll have to pass on that tutorial.”

You turned around and started walking towards the door. He beat you to the door and opened it for you. “Here, M’lady. My door is always open for you.” 

As you walked by him, the smell of weed consumed your senses and you finally noticed how his eyes were a bit red. He was high. The red tinge in his eyes made them so much more alluring. 

You walked down the steps towards your car. As you opened your door, you turned to see him standing there. You waved a little goodbye, which he returned with a two handed wave and a bow. He was so dramatic. You always found that annoying at school. You felt that he was similar to that Jason guy that was a year below you. They were on opposite ends of the social spectrum, but their theatric antics were similar.

However, you could admit that Eddie was charismatic. He had a kind of charm and you realized how much of a fresh breath of air it was. Although you loved your friends, it seemed they had been cautious around you these past months since the accident. You couldn’t blame them; you had changed and it was noticeable. Some days you were very irritable. 

When you arrived at your house, it was already 10:30 pm. You had driven slower this time, hoping you would find your mother asleep. You had a good relationship with your mother. However, she was quite overprotective of you and would constantly ask you if you were okay. You loved that she cared for you, but it was overwhelming sometimes. You also didn’t want to worry her.

When you opened the door, you saw that your mother was asleep on the couch. You quietly closed the door and walked towards her. You covered her with the nearest blanket you could find and went upstairs. Once you got to your room, you took off your work clothes and put on an oversized t-shirt. You sat on the floor with your back against your bed. You grabbed your walkman and put your favorite cassette on.

You messily rolled your joint and began smoking it. The smoke filling your lungs and you felt yourself relaxing. The combination of the loud music in your ears and the weed made it hard for your thoughts to take over. As you finished smoking, you could feel yourself on cloud 9. With the thoughts buried in the back of your head, you were able to focus on...different emotions. 

Your mind started drifting to Eddie Munson. You remembered the way his hands looked when giving you the bag of weed. His ring clad fingers were slender and your mind drifted to how they would feel. The way they could wrap around your throat, or trace your spine as he bent you over the table. Wait. 

Your eyes flew open and you started laughing. Were you seriously thinking about Eddie Munson that way? 

“Wowwww, this weed is pretty strong,” you said to yourself. You closed your eyes again and once again, your mind started drifting to Eddie. You had never been in such close proximity to him even though you had known him since middle school. Well, unless you count sophomore year when you were both in the principal’s office; you were receiving an award and he had been caught ditching class, again. No wonder he hasn’t graduated.  

You had to admit he was pretty good-looking, though. He had those wide brown eyes. You wondered how they would look up at you as his head was buried between your thighs. Almost involuntarily, your hand began descending your body, slipping underneath your underwear. Your fingers ran up and down your slit, collecting your wetness. Fuck, I really need to get laid, you thought. 

The last person you had sex with was Andrew Brown. He was a regular at Scoops Ahoy and he had asked you out on date. You dated for a month. The sex was okay, definitely not as good as your previous partner, Steve, but it did the job. 

But now, as your fingers slowly circled your clit, all you could think about was Eddie Munson. The smell of weed permeating in your room reminding you of the way he smelled, making you imagine that he was there with you. You imagined that it was his fingers slipping in and out of you, making you squirm as he kissed your neck.

As you increased your speed, all you could think of was Eddie doing the same thing you were doing right now. Was he watching the porno and masturbating? You could imagine him sitting on his couch, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, as he pumped his dick with his fist. Slowly at first, but more desperate as he neared his orgasm. You could imagine him thrusting up into his fist, eager to cum. The thought of him cumming all over hand and shirt had you increasing your speed; pumping your fingers in and out your cunt faster. You brought your other hand down to rub your clit once again. Your breathing becoming more erratic. The thought of him moaning as he came was the final straw for you. You came undone on your fingers, a softly whispered “Eddie” leaving your lips. 

Unbeknownst to you, a similar scene to the one your mind had conjured up had unfolded three miles away from your house. Eddie had, in fact, been watching the porno. He had been sitting on the couch, his hand wrapped around his cock, pre cum leaking out of the tip. His mind had drifted to your encounter earlier that night. He hadn’t meant to think about you as he jerked off, but the girl in the porno looked a little too similar to you. The same hair color and the same eyes. The cadence of her voice the same as yours. As the girl in the movie got on her knees and took the guy’s cock in her mouth, Eddie had closed his eyes and imagined you were on your knees in front of him. His hands gathering your hair into a ponytail, your eyes looking up at him while your mouth was stuffed with his dick. He leaned over a little and spit on his cock and began pumping his hand faster. He threw his head back, pleasure overwhelming his senses. 

“Does that feel good,” said the actress, but by the time it reached Eddie’s ear, your voice had replaced hers. He gave a small nod. He began thinking back to the way your shirt hugged your tits, the way your thighs looked in your jeans. He remembered the way your plump lips looked as you replied to his comments. As he got closer to his orgasm, he began thrusting up into his fist, wishing it your pussy as you rode him. He wondered how tight and warm you would feel around his dick, your tits bouncing in his face. That was enough to send him over the edge. He came all over his hand and shirt, your name falling out of his mouth in a soft whine. 

Three days later, you were working the morning shift at Family Video. Steve and Robin were also working the shift. Now that you were getting high before each shift, it felt like everything was back to normal. Your trio dynamic began feeling like it used to when you worked at Chips Ahoy. However, you only had a little bit of weed left. You weren't the best at rolling joints, so you went through them pretty fast. You had been smoking two each night to keep the bad thoughts away. You were thinking of going to see Eddie after your shift; it was a Saturday so he was probably home. 

The thought of seeing him was a bit daunting. After the night you touched yourself to the thought of him, he’s all you could think of. But, you knew that fucking him would be a bad idea. He’s your dealer now and he’s Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Although the Eddie in your scenario gave you a mind blowing and much needed orgasm, the real Eddie wouldn’t. He was probably a virgin and like every other guy, only concerned with his own pleasure. You weren’t going to be the girl to pop his cherry. 

Four hours into your shift, your boss made an appearance. You had only met him once when you started the job. He was never around so it caught you three by surprise when he arrived, especially since you and Robin were on the counter playing tic tac toe while Steve was in the romance section flirting, or possibly making out, with a girl named Claire. You and Robin quickly jumped of the counter and began making yourselves busy. You began wiping down the counters and Robin pretended to organize the clearance section in the front of the store.

“Hey champs,” your boss, Robert, said, “Just popping in to see how sales are going.”

“Hello, sir, sales are good, it’s a bit slow but good overall,” you said with a forced smile. 

“Well, maybe if you two dolls looked a little more cheerful sales would be a bit better, don’t you think?” he said while looking between you and Robin.

You both gave a small nod and you knew that Robin was thinking the same thing you were, what a douche. 

An hour later, Robert was still in the store. He had pulled up a chair and was sitting in the register counter, and to your luck he had assigned you the register. He just kept talking and talking pure nonsense and if you didn’t need the job, you would’ve quit right on the spot. 

Steve and Robin were both helping clients out when the door bell rang. You looked up and saw none other than Eddie Munson with the two movies he had rented the other day. He had already seen the porno. Your made up scenario came back to your mind and you wondered if maybe it had happened. As he walked he looked right at you and smiled.

“Y/L/N, long time no see, madame.”

"Welcome to Family Video, how can I help you,” you said with a tight lipped smile. Eddie looked confused so you gestured to your boss with your eyes, hoping Eddie would get the hint. A loom of realization seemed to cross his face and he gave a little nod.

“Helloooooo, I’m here to return these two movies. I gotta say, between you and me, this porno was the best one yet that I’ve seen,” he said lowering his voice as to pretend like he’s trying to be discreet, but high enough that your boss would still hear. You stifled a laugh when your boss started choking on his water. 

“You alright there, sir?” said Eddie in a falsely polite voice. “Was I a but crude for you liking? My sincerest apologies,” he said, bringing his hand up to his heart, “but you really do have the best pornos.”

Your boss looked so uncomfortable and in that moment you were so thankful for Eddie. “Thank you. On behalf of Family Video I am glad that your viewing experience was successful,” you say to Eddie.

“Oh, it very much was,” he says winking at you and the image of him cumming is once again planted in your mind.

“Is there anything else I can help you with,” you say, trying your best to ignore the pink of his lips and the way his hands look when he brings them up to his face, pretending to ponder your question.

“Yes, actually, could you be a dear and help me choose a movie. I was thinking porno, obviously, but with a little more romance. I’m a romantic, what can I say.”

“Sure thing follow me.” Eddie waited for you to exit the counter before following you. As you led him to the adult section, which was kind of weird considering it’s called Family Video, he couldn’t help but stare at your ass. He looked up when you turned around to make sure that he was following you. He hoped you hadn’t seen him checking you out, but you did and honestly you liked it. 

When you got to the adult section, you let out a soft laugh, “Oh god, did you see his face?”

Eddie started laughing too. “He looks like such a prick,” he said.

“Oh you have no idea. He’s been sitting there with me for the past hour and I think he’s spent like 40 minutes staring at my boobs and the other 20 minutes talking about how successful he is.” You both laughed harder. 

After you gained control of yourselves, you said, “I was actually hoping to see you-”

“Miss me already?” he interrupted with a smirk, leaning against the shelves.

“You wish, Munson. Actually, I wanted to buy more weed. I wasn’t sure if I should just show up at your trailer or ask you beforehand,” you said leaning against the opposite shelf, facing him.

“I brought some in my car this time. What time do you get off work today?”

You looked at your wrist, but remembered you had forgotten to wear your watch. The store clock was too far away for you to distinguish the time.

“It’s 1:30,” said Eddie realizing what you were looking for. 

“I get out in 30 minutes. Should I just go to your place?”

“I’ll wait,” he says with a cheeky smile, “anything for my best client.”

“Best client already, huh,” you say pushing yourself away from the shelf and walking the short distance between you two. Once you’re right in front of him, he also pushes himself off the shelf, staring into your eyes. His lips look so inviting that you just want to reach up and kiss him.

“I’ll meet you at your car,” you whisper unintentionally. The close proximity making it easy for him to hear what you said. “Don’t get too anxious.”

“I can’t make any promises,” he says, eyes flicking to your lips for a second. You hear footsteps approaching on your right so yo quickly step back. 

“This is our full collection of movies right now. Do you see any-” you begin to say but stop as you see Steve and Robin appear. They look between you and Eddie with a confused look on their faces. Eddie looks at them and then looks back at you. You flick your eyes to the door, hoping he’ll get the hint and leave.

“Okay, well I’m going to head out, I guess,” he says starting to walk backwards. He bumps into a shelf, knocking over a few DVDs. He tries to pick them up but you stop him, “It’s okay I'll take care of it,” you say grabbing the DVD from his hands, your fingers softly grazing his. He give a little nod and leaves the store.

You turn to look at Steve and Robin and you see that they were looking at you even more confused you than before. “What?,” you ask while bending over to pick the remaining DVDs off the floor. 

“What was that?,” they both asked at the same time. “Were you talking to the Freak Munson,” asked Steve in disbelief.

“I was talking to a customer, okay? I’m just doing my job. By the way, did douchebert leave already?” you ask trying to change the subject away from Eddie. You know you weren't doing anything wrong, you were just buying weed from a guy and that guy just happened to be school’s freak. It’s not a big deal. However, you knew Steve and Robin would make a big deal out of it and if they asked any further questions, you may or may not end up babbling about your lustful thoughts.

“Ugh, yes he left like 10 minutes ago, finally!” exclaimed Robin, “He going off about teenagers being off the rails or something like that.” He had left because of Eddie. That made you smile inside. As you were putting the last DVD on the shelf, Robin snatched it from your hands and started talking about how you guys should watch it with her to pass time until the end of your shift. She pretty much ran to the register while you and Steve walked slowly behind. 

“Hey, so you and Munson,” he started. 

“There’s no me and Munson, Steve,” you said annoyed. 

“I’m just saying, you guys looked a little close there,” he said bringing his hands up in the air. You stopped walking and he halted, too.

“Look, just because you want to fuck every girl that comes in here doesn’t mean I want to fuck every guy that comes in.”

“Okay, okay,” he said pouting a little, “you don’t have to be so mean.”

“I’m not mean, I’m just telling the truth,” you shrug. You place your arm around his shoulder, “Come on let’s go watch the movie or else Robin is gonna kill us.”

Thirty minutes into the movie, you say your goodbyes, despite much protest from both Steve and Robin, and head out. They still had an hour left until their shift ended. 

You walked outside to the parking lot, but didn’t see Eddie’s van. Had her gotten tired of waiting and left? You start walking behind Family Video to where your car is. You usually use the back door but this time you had gone out the front because of Eddie. When you reach the back parking lot, you see Eddie’s van parked there, but you couldn’t see Eddie in the driver’s seat. As you started walking towards the van, someone jumped out from behind Steve’s car making you jump. 

“Hey Princess,” said Eddie with smile. 

You brought your hand up to your chest,” Jesus Christ Eddie.” You slapped his shoulder, “You fucking scared me. I thought you had left.”

“Me, leave? I said I was gonna wait for you,” he said.

“I know but I didn’t see you,” you said walking towards his van, him following you. As you approached the van, you slowed down to let him lead. He walked towards the back and opened the doors. You saw the same metal lunch box that he had taken the weed out when you were at his trailer. 

“Half ounce again?,” he said looking at you.

“Ummm, I think ounce would be better.” He looked at you and chuckled.

“You know, you went through that half ounce pretty fast,” he said, “I wasn’t expecting you to come back for more until at least a week.”

“Yeah, I didn’t either,” you said looking straight ahead, “I’m not the best at rolling joints so I think that may be the problem.”

“I could teach you,” he says as he sits down in his van, “that way you won’t be going through them too fast. Although, that would mean I would see you less which-”

The small smile you had on your face while listening to Eddie slowly disappeared as a strange noise reached your ears. It sounded like...a clock? It didn't make any sense but you could hear it getting closer. What creeped you out the most was how familiar it sounded. You’ve heard countless of clocks, yet this one had a strangely distinct sound that-

You froze. A cold shiver running up your spine. Everything seemed to slow down as you identified the sound. It was the same sound you had periodically heard while you were in the upside down. You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the memories that were flooding your brain. When you opened you eyes, you were expecting to see the head full of shaggy hair, Eddie’s brown eyes underneath, but instead you were met with a deserted parking lot. The only car there was Eddie’s van, but his lively presence was replaced with thick, intertwined vines. The sunny sky was now bleeding red, a sickening cloud of fog making it difficult to breathe comfortably. 

No no no no, this couldn’t be. You couldn’t be there. Not again, please. It was getting harder for you to breathe. The ticking sound seemed to grow louder and it was accompanied by screams. Billy. You turned in circles trying to figure out where the sounds were coming from, but they were coming from every direction. 

“Y/N,” a deep voice said tauntingly, “why did you let him die? You should’ve died. You were a coward. It is all your fault.”

The word dead seemed to reverberate all around you. You covered your ears, falling to your knees. There was too much noise: the clock, Billy screaming, the voice taunting you. 

“Stop,” you yelled, “please stop.” You were sobbing, rocking back and forth, pressing your hands harder against your ears. The attempts were futile, the noise around you far too loud to be diminished by your mere hands. You felt like you were going crazy. How could this be happening? How had you ended up in the Upside Down? El had closed the gates. This had to be a nightmare, your mind playing a bad trick on itself.

In the midst of the chaos, you heard a voice calling your name. It wasn’t the same taunting, sneering voice that was shaming you. It was a worried and slightly panicked voice. 

“Y/N!...Y/N!...Y/N!,” it shouted. It was Eddie. You looked around trying to find his voice. It was so fragile compared to the other noises, but it was there. With all the energy you could muster, you got up. You rubbed your blurry eyes, trying to find Eddie. Had he somehow been sucked into the Upside Down? You walked closer to the back of the van and his voice intensified, but he was nowhere in sight. You remembered he had been sitting inside the van, so you crawled inside, trying to avoid the slimy vines that decorated the interior. 

Once you got inside, his voice seemed to be right in your ear. You felt yourself shaking but you weren’t sure what was making you shake. You heard one final “Y/N!” before you felt yourself falling, closing your eyes out of fear.

A few seconds later, you felt hands on your shoulders, cars driving, and birds chirping. 

“Y/N, can you hear me? What’s wrong,” you heard Eddie say, his voice a few inches away from your face.

You opened your eyes, albeit reluctantly, fearing that this might be some sort of trick and you were still in the Upside Down. You were met with Eddie’s concerned face; his mouth in a small frown, his eyes searching your face. Seeing his face made you feel relieved, so much so that you felt like crying. You were so scared and confused and you had just experienced something that you had been actively avoiding. You were smoking to forget all this and yet you had just had the most vivid experience of the one place you hated the most.

“I’m okay,” you said, your voice quavering a little, “I’m good.” Eddie looked at you unconvinced.

“You were in this like trance for five minutes. You couldn’t hear me and your eyes were closed. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I guess I’m just tired. I worked the closing shift last night and I had the opening shift this morning,” you partially lied. You knew Eddie could tell that you weren’t all that fine, but he didn’t say anything else and just nodded. 

“Okay... well can you come inside the van so I can give you the weed? Just in case cops are driving around.” You nod and walk the few steps toward the van, your legs wobbling a little and your mind drifting to how you had just done this not even 5 minutes ago. You climb in the back of his van and he closes the doors. 

“Here’s your ounce,” he says passing you the bag, “and my offers still stand you know?”

“What offer,” you say confused before you vaguely remember what he had been talking about before you had been transported to the Upside Down, “Oh actually I’ll take you up on that.”

“Really?,” he asks surprised. You shake your head yes. You didn't;’t know what had happened to you a few moments earlier. All you knew was that you did not want to go there again and Eddie’s voice had been the one to get you out of there. Although it may sound selfish, you figured that maybe by being near him you wouldn’t have that vision again, or he would bring you back if you did. It was fucked up, you realized, because what if something went wrong? What if he couldn’t bring you back and something bad happened? Something supernatural? You could only hope it didn’t happen, and at this point, you would take your chances.

“Hey, do have anything stronger than weed?,” you ask quietly. He looks at you with the same surprised look he had given you when you first asked him for weed.

“I do,” he says, “What are you looking for exactly?”

“Anything,” you say looking him in the eye. 

“I have something at my house that I think you’ll like. Can you come over?”

“Yeah, I’ll follow you back,” you say. You both get out of his van; he walks toward the driver’s seat and you walk towards your car. You get in and immediately turn on the radio. “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne begins playing on the radio and you turn it up. You close your eyes and lean your head against the steering wheel. You feel like screaming and hitting something. Ozzy’s voice all you can hear. 

With great difficulty you raise your head up and look in your rearview mirror. Eddie’s van is nowhere in sight so you guess he had already left. You back out of your parking spot and start driving to his trailer.

Ten minutes later you arrive. He was waiting for you outside against his van. You step out of your car, your bag in hand. He walks forward and opens the trailer door. You walk in mumbling a small “thanks”. 

“Make yourself at home, mademoiselle,” he says, “I’ll be right back.” He disappears into his room and you sit on the recliner that’s near the window. You look around the trailer. It’s a mess. There’s wrappers and dishes everywhere. You suppose neither Eddie nor his uncle are the cleanliest. His uncle probably works all day and doesn’t have time to clean and Eddie, well, he probably just has other things he’d rather do. Your house wasn't the cleanest either, most of the time. Your mother would always be too tired from work so you offered to take care of the cleaning. However, you would come home late from work or you were just too exhausted to do anything so sometimes the dishes piled up and dust collected on every surface. 

You wondered what had happened to his parents? Had they died? You started feeling bad for Eddie; in the short time that you had gotten to known him you had realized that he was not a bad person. You along with everyone else misjudged him. 

He came back with a little box and a smile on his face.

“Okay, here is the magic E,” he said holding up a little bag with pills inside. “You just pop one in your mouth and let it do its magic.”

He walked closer to you with a pill in hand. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, prompting him to put it in your mouth. His eyes widened a little, but he obeyed, placing the pill on your tongue. You closed your mouth, feeling the pill dissolving. You saw Eddie popping a pill into his mouth as well, his eyes never leaving yours. You looked down, seeing a bulge in his crotch.

Oh my god, you though, had that..turned him on? There was no way he wasn’t a virgin. He saw your eyes looking down and he blushed realizing what you were looking at. He turned around and walked towards the kitchen, opening the fridge. He came back with two beers and handed one to you. You took a big swig, grimacing at the bitter taste. You weren’t much of a beer girl, you preferred vodka or tequila. 

“How long does it take for this to kick in,” you said breaking the silence.  “Just any minute now,” he said looking at his watch. Almost as if on cue, you began feeling it. Your body and mind felt lighter in a way, making you relax. You could feel Eddie’s eyes on you.

“So, are you gonna show me how to roll a blunt or are you just gonna keep staring at me,” you tell him taking another sip of your beer.

He gives you a small laugh and nods his head. You get the bag of weed out from your bag and throw it to him. He catches it with one hand and starts walking back to his room. He comes back with some paper squares and sits on the floor in front of you. 

“Enlighten me, Munson.”

He takes some weed out of the bag and begins placing it on the paper. “The art to rolling a blunt is being gentle, really gentle. You have to make sure to get an even amount across the paper. Then, when you start rolling it, make it as tight as possible.”

All you could focus on was the way his fingers looked like as he rolled the joint. The veins on his hands and the rings making his hands so alluring. When he fhad rolled the joint, he brought it up to his mouth and licked a stripe right across the length of the paper. He was looking up at you as he did that and god did that turn you on. You felt chest rising up and down as you imagined his tongue somewhere else. 

He reached into his front pocket and pulled a lighter out. He lit up the joint and took a drag. 

“And that is how you successfully roll a joint,” he said blowing the smoke out, “don’t try this at home kids.”

You extended your hand and he passed you the joint. You put your mouth around it, inhaling. The smoke filling your lungs before exhaling it. Once again, Eddie was looking at you, but his eyes were now focused on your mouth. He could feel his pants tightening. He wondered how good your mouth would feel around his cock. 

You could tell he was aroused as were you, but you knew he wouldn’t do anything about it, so you took it upon yourself to tease him. Before you could give this any more thought, you found yourself saying, “You know, the other night I couldn’t help but think about you.”

You saw his cheeks go red and that brought a smirk to your face. He was so easily flustered. 

“Yeah? Was it good things?”

“Oh, I’d say they were very good,” you say. You finish your beer and place it front of the recliner. You move to sit on the floor so he scoots back a little. 

“Have you thought about me,” you ask, your voice low. You really hope he says yes or else this is gonna be awkward. He nods a little looking at the ground. You groan internally. The image of him stroking his cock to you sending heat straight to your core. You want him really bad.

“Do you wanna fuck,” you blurt out. Your eyes widening a bit at the the same time he looks at you. Did you really just say that? He’s gonna think you're a whore just asking guys to fuck. Oh god. I mean you were asking a sort of random guy to fuck. 

“Yeah,” he says, “that would be...yeah.” He takes another drag. You both just it there, staring at each other. He licks his lips and you’re done. You lean forward and grab his face with both hands, smashing your lips against his. He seems taken aback for a moment, but soon he starts kissing back slower. Your lips are aggressive against his, your experience ce compared to his inexperience shining through. You pull back. 

“Have you ever had sex,” you ask and he rapidly nods his head yes. You don’t believe him, but instead of saying anything you just lean forward again. You kiss him slower this time, helping him ease into it a bit. His lips are soft against yours, his hands by his side; one holding the blunt and the other one trying to clear the surrounding area. You move to straddle his hips, your legs resting on each side of his thighs. You remove your hands from his face and bring them down to his hands. You take the blunt away from his hand and place it on top of the box he had brought out earlier. With both his hands free, you bring them to your hips. 

He gets the hint and firmly grips your hips, giving them a little squeeze. The action makes you buck against him, grinding against his crotch. He lets out a little whine into the kiss which makes you even wetter. You break from the kiss and start kissing his jaw. is breathing becomes more erratic as you start sucking on his neck, leaving a hickey. 

His hands move to your ass, pushing you forward so you could grind on him. Your hips start to grind against his crotch, soft moans escaping you both. You increase your speed and grind down harder, your jeans making it harder for you to feel it. This time he starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your jaw. His kisses becoming sloppier as he travels down your neck and as you increase your pace. You tug on his hair when he begins sucking on your pulse point, your action eliciting a moan from him.

“I don’t think I’ll last long if you keep grinding on me like this,” he says through ragged breaths. You nod absentmindedly and slow your pace. 

“Do you have a condom,” you say and he nods.

“They’re in my room.”

Begrudgingly you stop grinding on him and get off his lap. He stands up first and extends his hand which you take. He begins walking to his room, but you halt, bending over to pick the blunt off the box. You take a drag as you walk towards his room. He rummages through his drawer for what seems like eternity.

While he does that, you get rid of your shirt, throwing it at Eddie. He looks towards you, eyes widening as he sees your chest. Your breasts spilling out of the top of your bra.

“Hurry up, Eddie.” He turns back around, digging through the mess in his drawer.

“Aha, here it is,” he says. You lay down on his bed, pants unbuttoned. He walks around towards the foot of bed, staring at you. He licks his lips and removes his shirt. You prop yourself on your forearms, admiring the tattoos on his chest. You use your finger to beckon him towards you and he complies. 

Careful not to crush you, he gets on top of you. With one arm he props himself up and with the other he begins to softly caress your side. You capture his lips with yours, roughly kissing him. He was being too gentle. You didn’t want sweet sex. You wanted it rough. You wanted his teeth scraping your neck, his hands tugging on your hair, his cock buried so deep that it hurt.

You lowered your hands to his crotch and began unbuckling his belt. You unbuttoned his pants and tried tugging them off. Eddie broke the kiss to stand up. He slid his pants down. You could see his cock straining against his boxers.

You stood up so you were face to face with Eddie. You turned around and pushed on his shoulders so he sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked so hot; his hair was even more disheveled, his cheeks flush red, his chest heaving up and down, his eyes a bit hooded. You kicked your shoes off your feet and dragged your pants down your legs. You were left in your bra and underwear. You wanted Eddie inside of you, but you wanted to tease him a little. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, sliding the straps down your arms. 

Eddie looked starstruck as he stared at your chest. Licking his lips, he reaches out to touch your tits. The cold of his rings contrasting your heated skin. He begins kneading your tits, moving forward to wrap his mouth around your nipple. You throw your head back and tangle your left hand in his hair as he starts flicking your nipples with his tongue. The sensation shooting to your core. You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties, your clit begging to be touched. 

You slide your right hand down your stomach and under the band of your underwear. You gather some of your wetness and use it to rub your clit, moaning at the combination of your fingers and Eddie’s mouth. Eddie looks down at your hand, realizing what you’re doing. He pulls away from your tits and grabs your right wrist.

“Let me,” he whispers and you nod, unable to speak. He slides your underwear down your legs and you step out of it. He stands up and turns you around, laying you down on his bed. He gets on the bed and lies on his side. He looks into your eyes as he lowers his hand to your cunt. He drags two fingers up and down your slit before he starts circling your clit. He begins rubbing it gently, unsure if he’s doing thee right thing. His touch send electricity through your body and you give out a soft moan. 

This reassures him that he is doing the right thing so he begins to increase his speed. You bite your lip, trying to keep your moans down. He leans in to kiss you, his mouth swallowing your sounds.

When he pulls back he says, “Don’t be mean, let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” You nod and let yourself moan. You could feel his dick throbbing against your thigh. You brought your hand up and put it inside his boxers. You wrapped your hand around his painfully hard cock, hearing him inhale sharply as you did so. You started stroking his dick at the same pace he was rubbling your clit. 

He started giving out small moans and whimpers, the sounds encouraging you to go faster. As you felt yourself nearing your orgasm, you stopped stroking him, removing your hands from his boxers and removing his hand from your cunt. 

“I want to cum while you’re inside me,” you tell him and he nods. 

He lays down and pulls his boxers down, his dick springing free. You could feel that he was big as you were stroking him, but seeing his dick you realize just how long it is. You knew it was gonna hurt in the best way. 

“I want to ride you,” you whisper. He scoots back so his back is against his headboard. You reach out to his nightstand for the condom. You tear it open and put it on him. You straddle his hips and look into his eyes. You line yourself up with dick, feeling his tip against your entrance. He draws in a sharp breath and you can’t wait for the noises he’ll make once he’s inside you. 

You slowly start sinking onto him. His dick stretching you out deliciously. You can’t help but smirk as he closes his eyes and throws his head back, the pleasure too much for him. Once you bottom out, you stay still for a second, trying to adjust to his size and giving him time to adjust to the feeling of your walls around him. 

Once he opens his eyes again, you begin to move. Slowly, you raise your hips up before bringing them back down, moaning at the same time as Eddie. You keep repeating the movement, slowly increasing your speed. Every time you lowered yourself, you could Eddie’s tip hitting your sweet spot. You weren’t sure if it was Eddie, the drugs, or a combination of both that was making every feeling ten times more intense.

As you felt your orgasm drawing closer, you began to move faster, gripping onto Eddie’s shoulders for support. You were gripping so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if he had finger shaped bruises tomorrow. All you could hear were your moans intertwined with Eddies’, the sound of you thighs slapping against his, and the occasional squeak of his bed. 

Eddie began thrusting his hips up, meeting your own movements. You could tell he was close by the way his thrusts were urgent and sloppy. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he says through moans. 

“Me too,” you say leaning in to kiss him.

He thrusts up into you hard as you lower yourself onto him and you’re done. You feel his dick twitch inside you, his cum spilling into the condom. You feel the knot that had formed in your core become undone, a warmth spreading throughout your body. Your hips stutter as you continue riding him through your orgasms. He whines against your lips as his dick becomes overstimulated. You stop your movements, resting your head on his shoulder. 

You stay in that position for a few minutes, trying to calm your breathing. As the adrenaline subsides, you feel for your thighs burning from the exertion. You give Eddie one last kiss on his neck and roll of his lap. You lay down on your back next to him. He takes the condom off, tying it up and throwing it in the trash can that’s next to his bed. He lays down as well, turning on his side to face you. Your eyes are closed, chest sweaty.

He looks at you with a small smile on his face. You look so beautiful. You open your eyes and find him looking at you. You raise your eyebrow, “What?”

"Nothing,” he says, “so we can do this again, right?”

You give him a small laugh and nod, “Yes, definitely. You ready?”

lazily fucking Eddie>>>>>>.

you wake up, your eyes still closed. it's probably 2am. you can feel eddie's dick still inside you from last night's activities, both of you too fucked out to get dressed, much less remove yourselves from each other. you feel eddie's hair tickling your neck, his soft breaths against your cheek. one of his hands draped across your torso while the other rested above your head on his pillow. you try to move out of his grasp, his tight hold and warm body making your skin feel sticky. the action making his dick twitch inside you. you squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve some tension but the action makes eddie's dick brush against that sweet spot inside you. you let out a soft moan, contemplating whether you should wake up eddie so he can help you the only way he knows how to. you feel eddie begin to thrust into you, his strokes are soft and without rhythm. he brings the hand that's strewn across your torso up to your mouth. you open your mouth, sucking on his fingers before he removes them. he lowers his hand down to your clit, rubbing small circles that make you clench around his dick. neither of you say a word, the soft creaking of his bed and both of your heavy breathing the only noises being heard. with a soft moan you cum on his dick, feeling him shoot his cum into you a few seconds later. he brings his arm back around you, hugging you closer to his body, his dick still inside you while some of his cum drips out of you.

being more dominant than eddie turned you on. watching his big doe eyes looking up at you from between your thighs.

“you’re doing so good for mommy. making mommy feels so good, baby.”

or watching his eyes gloss over, his hands handcuffed to the headboard as you take him into your mouth.

“mommy, please i wanna touch you,” he’d whine.

“bad boys don’t get to touch.”

enjoying the way he whimpers as you ride him, desperately wanting to cum.

“i’m so- fuck- so close. please mommy can i cum?,” he pleads, throwing his head back.

you wrap your hand around his throat, forcing him to look at you, “if you cum right now, i won’t let you cum for a week. you understand?”

“yes, mommy,” he nods weakly.

“good boy,” you clench your pussy, enjoying the way he tightens his grip on your waist, trying so hard not to cum.

making him thank you when you finally let him cum.

but, sometimes, you wanted him in charge. you would have bad days at work and all you wanted was for him to take care of you instead.

“sometimes mommy wants you to take control. do you think you can do that, baby? make mommy feel as good as she makes you feel?”

he would nod eagerly, yet you could tell he was nervous. nervous because you always make him feel so so good and he’s scared he won’t make you feel as good.

he’d hesitantly wrap his hand around your throat, unsure if you’ll like it as much as he does. your small moan and the way your pussy tightens around his cock at the action has him squeezing your throat tighter.

“yeah, you like when daddy chokes you, don’t you?” he’d tease (shocked at how effortlessly the words slipped out) thrusts getting harder and sloppier.

you whimper at his words, and he stops his movement.

“use your words, baby, or else i won’t keep going,” he says, and you know he’s using your words against you and fuck does it make you wet.

“yes, daddy, i like when you choke me. please don’t stop.”

his dick twitches at your words and he resumes his thrusts, “that wasn’t so hard now was it.”

who knew that being called daddy by his mommy would be such a turn on?

dry humping eddie because you’re both so needy that you can’t separate long enough to take your bottoms off.

thankfully you’re wearing a skirt, the thin material of your underwear making it easy for your clit to rub against his jeans.

your lips are locked in a heated kiss, your hands resting on either side of his head on the headboard for support. his hands are on your ass, pulling you forward on his dick while he thrusts up into you.

you guys are as close as you can get while fully clothed, yet both of you can’t get enough. you move your hips back and forth harshly, pressing yourself down on him hard. you moan as he throws his head back, biting his bottom lip.

you can both feel how wet his jeans are getting. with one last brush of your clit against the seam of his crotch, you’re coming undone. with shaky legs and stuttering hips you continue grinding down on him for a few more seconds until you feel him twitching, a groan leaving his mouth as the wet spot on his jeans grows in size.