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Eddie “Freaky Deaky” Munson ----- have lord mercy😶

i-is the best option!

And so, I'm going through the DLS Outlast and I think we have a whole summer planned in the name of guys named Eddie/Edward

sorry.

uh...hehe. no reason why i wrote this...no reason at all🙂in any case, writing this has also let me know i'm not that great at writing threesomes. oh well, ya live and you learn

Summary: You go to a concert of your favorite band and you manage to catch the attention of the vocalist, who invites you backstage for a more intimate meet and greet. In a not so surprising turn of events, the guitarist walks in on you two at just the right moment.

Warnings: Rockstar!Steve x Reader x Rockstar!Eddie, slight drug use, SMUT (MINORS DNI) threesome, fingering, light degradation and name calling (slut, whore), king of consent Steve, grinding, spitroast, oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, multiple creampies, and some Steddie implications and impossible situations

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You were finally going to a concert of one of your favorite bands ever, Corroded Coffin. Having enough money saved up to get the tickets, you almost cried tears of joy seeing the big bold letters of Ticketmaster read: You Got ‘Em. Let the Anticipation Begin.

And anticipate, you did.

The waiting was the hardest part. You had bought the ticket a few months in advance, purchasing the VIP meet and greet package as well. You did without thinking honestly, and as soon as you realized what you had done, you almost had a full blown panic attack. You knew this band were just people like everyone else, but these dudes practically saved your life and the realization that you were going to meet them? It felt like you were going to meet God, but like, ten times the nervousness of that. You had no idea how your mind and body was going to handle this. You’d never met your idols and inspirations before. 

You just hoped to every deity out there that you wouldn’t pass out. That would’ve been fuckin’ embarrassing. But the nerves only got worse the day of, the drive to the venue not helping in the slightest, but talking to other fans about each other's shared nerves made you feel a little better knowing you weren’t the only one to feel this way. And before you knew it, it was time to head inside the building to meet and take a picture with the band before the show started. Time sure flies by talking to other people while waiting in line.

You tried to keep your hands from shaking as you waited your turn, seeing the fans in front of you return with wide smiles on their faces and even some with tears. Oh god, you really hoped you didn’t cry, that would be even more embarrassing than fainting somehow. You won’t cry, you won’t cry…

You tried your best to not freak out when you walked up to the band members, but you couldn’t stop the smile that decorated your face when they seemed just as happy to meet you. Okay, you weren’t crying or freaking out, you were behaving like a normal human, so far so good. You made small talk for a few seconds, introducing yourself, telling them how much their music meant to you, etc. You felt a little guilty about it, but you were most excited about meeting Steve and Eddie. They were by far your favorite members, everyone who’s met them always talks about how sweet and down to earth they are, which made you feel much more at ease when you first bought the meet and greet pass. And those comments proved to be right, if anything it was an understatement. 

Steve was somewhat handsy, but not in a creepy way, you could tell that’s just how he interacted with people, but it didn’t stop your face from heating up. What made it worse was how Eddie was staring at you, a smirk on his face as he watched you and Steve talk excitedly. It almost distracted you from the conversation, but Steve’s hand on your shoulder quickly made your brain focus back on him.

For the picture, you were standing in between Steve and the drummer, with Eddie and the other member on the end. But that wasn’t okay with Eddie for some reason, you had to hold in a soft gasp as he pushed his way over to stand next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist with an innocent smile while Steve, after rolling his eyes, put his own arm over your shoulders. 

While you all got in your picture poses, your eyes almost widened comically as you felt a wetness gathering in your underwear…right in front of them. 

Why? Out of all the moments, your body had to pick exactly now to lube itself up. You hoped the band couldn’t tell how your face was. If your cheeks got any warmer, you would probably have steam rising from your skin. You really respected these dudes, you felt awful being so goddamn horny for them. But it seems luck was not on your side because when you lifted your arms to wrap them around Eddie and Steve at the same time, your shirt rode up just enough for Eddie’s hand to touch your skin. “Damn, you’re hot.” Eddie blurted out suddenly, making everyone stare at him in confusion, mostly embarrassment from Steve.

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“No, no, no, not like that.” He winced but before you could get slightly offended, he corrected himself again. “No, fuck, I mean, you are hot but you also feel hot.” The long haired man stuttered, making you giggle.

Then Steve decided to put the back of his hand to your forehead, as if you couldn’t be anymore mortified. “Wow, you’re right, Eds. She does feel kinda hot. You okay?”

Not even having time to register how sweet Steve was for being concerned, you came up with the first excuse you could. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’m always a bit warm. Plus, it’s August.” They seemed to be okay with that excuse enough for the photographer to finally take the fuckin’ picture, allowing you to escape the awkward situation without any more blows to your ego.

“Hope you enjoy the show!” Steve smiled at you before you had to leave. You knew you would.

It was by far the best night of your life so far. Meeting the people you looked up to, watching them perform your favorite songs up close. The barricade was so close to the stage you honestly thought you could probably reach out and they’d be able to reach back, but you were too busy ogling Steve and Eddie to even think about doing such a thing. They all sounded pitch perfect, just like they do on their albums. If you couldn’t hear the breaths Steve took before belting out another lyric, you’d think he was lip syncing because his vocals were perfect. And you didn’t even know Eddie could sing until you heard him doing backup vocals. You felt like you were in heaven. No matter how much your feet burned from being on your feet dancing around and how hoarse your voice was going to be in the morning from how loudly you were singing along, you felt like you could do this forever.

Watching Eddie play guitar was a privilege in its own right, seeing how fast his fingers moved across the fretboard shouldn't have made you as horny as you were. You were positive your underwear was going to be drenched by the time the night was over. Steve winking at you in the crowd didn’t make your situation any better. If you didn’t know any better, it’s like he knew. But he couldn’t, right? No way. You caught Eddie’s eye multiple times as well, you both smiling at each other before he looked back at his guitar. Yeah, this was the life.

All too soon, the show was over and people were starting to head home. Time really does fly when you’re having fun. But something happened and you had no idea how to react. About to head to the merch table, you heard your name called. Out of all the people that called out your name, you never expected it to be Steve. You saw some members of the opening bands out on the standing room floor and merch tables talking and taking pictures with fans, but you never expected to see members of the headlining band out and about. “Hey, did you enjoy the show?” He asked and you had to blink a few times before being able to reply.

“Yeah, yes, I did! It was the first time seeing you guys and you really knocked it out of the park, seriously. I doubt any concert I go to in the future will even come close to this one.”

“I’m so happy you enjoyed it.” He grinned, reaching up to gently grip onto your upper arm. “I mean, from the way a smile never left your face during the show, I figured you must’ve liked it a little.”

You felt your face heat up again, a wide eyed expression on your face. “You…you were watching me?”

He shrugged. “It was hard not to, you’re pretty adorable.” You giggled like a schoolgirl and immediately regretted it, hated being flustered so easily. But being called adorable by the vocalist of your favorite band was definitely not on your mind when you woke up this morning.

“T-Thanks.” You stuttered, unsure of what to do, but Steve already had a plan in mind.

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you and if I make you uncomfortable at all then you have my permission to kick me in the nuts, I swear.” You chuckled in confusion, but motioned for him to continue. “I think you’re gorgeous, I’m pretty sure I kept looking for you in the crowd cause I don’t remember doing anything but that, besides singing of course. So, only if you’re a hundred percent comfortable with it, I’d like to take you back to my dressing room and…show you how much I appreciate you coming to see us.”

You blanched, your body freezing in shock at the sudden proposition. You were dreaming, you must’ve been. Unable to form words, Steve took your silence as offense and quickly started to apologize, calling himself stupid among other self deprecating words. “No, no, don’t be sorry! I just wasn’t expecting it, is all” You quickly explained.

Steve winced. “I’m sorry, I should’ve phrased it a bit better.”

You giggled. “Steve, stop saying sorry! It’s okay, really! I’d…I’d love to.”

Steve’s eyes lit up instantly, a shine coming to his puppy dog brown eyes. “Really?”

“I haven’t kicked you in the nuts, have I?” You joked with a light smile, eliciting a relieved chuckle from the man.

“Then please…follow me.”

You were all nerves as you followed Steve to the dressing room, wringing your hands and trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself. You obviously wanted this, so badly, but you couldn’t help but to be a bit intimidated alone with one of your heroes.

“You want a drink or weed or anything?” Steve asked politely as he escorted you into his dressing room.

“Oh, no, thanks. I’m good.” You replied, trying your best to keep the timbre in your voice from wavering.

Steve smiled, taking a few cautious steps closer to you, his eyes gazing over your form. “Okay.” You tried to even out your breathing as he gently pulled you to him by your jeans’ belt loops, his hand coming up to trail a finger along your jawline, the act making your core throb and causing goosebumps to raise along your arms.

Impatiently, you went to lean in, but Steve stopped you. “Just to make sure; you do want this, right? You don’t feel pressured? I don’t wanna force you to do anything. You can walk right outta here and I won’t judge you one bit. Hell, you can still kick me in the balls if you want.” Steve’s eyes portrayed genuine care, making your heart melt at his blatant kindness and consideration. It made you absolutely sure.

“I do, Steve. I want this. I want you…” You whispered, feeling your body already being consumed by lust. Your stomach churned at the boyish grin he gave you, gently grabbing a hold of your hips and leaning you against the vanity, tugging at the hem of your shirt before kissing you.

It was soft and slow at first, more of a peck. You could feel him testing the waters, giving you an out just in case you changed your mind at the last minute, but your heated body soon grew tired of his carefulness. Steve let out a quiet noise of surprise as you deepened the kiss, hungry for more of him already.

Your mind went fuzzy as you felt Steve’s hands traveling across every inch of you he could reach, each tentative squeeze and pinch growing more confident as the rougher he got the more mewls he elicited from you. You gasped into his mouth as he started to grind against you impatiently, keeping you securely pinned to the vanity behind you, the desk digging into the small of your back.

“Can I give you a hickey?” Honestly, he asked so sweetly that you had to say yes. So polite, so soft and innocent sounding, it almost made you forget he was grinding his erection against your clothed core.

His lips on your neck raised goosebumps all over your body, you were sure he could feel it. But he continued sucking and licking the soft skin of your neck until stung, making the friction of his pelvis against yours all the more pleasurable. Fuck, you could feel your arousal pooling in your underwear as the minutes passed. The more Steve pressed his obvious erection against you, the more your sticky slick spread. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Steve, please…” You whined, craving more of his touch.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” Steve whispered, his lips coming up to gently nibble at your earlobe.

“I want you to fuck me…but I need you to stretch me out with your fingers first.”

Steve smirked. “As you wish.” And before you knew it, the man had expertly tugged down your jeans along with your damp underwear, then awkwardly tried to remove them over your shoes before you just kicked them off to make it easier. Steve let out a boyish chuckle that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly before pushing your legs apart to stand in between them. You shivered as Steve ran his fingers through your slick folds, a cheeky grin decorating his face at the feeling. “So wet already?” I’ve been wet ever since the meet and greet, you wanted to say but you were cut short by two of Steve’s fingers entering you without warning. “Still tight, though.” He chuckled, pressing further into you until he was knuckle deep, curling his digits and hitting that sensitive spot at the front of your walls.

Steve looked up at you with bright, wild eyes, a small smile playing at his lips as you stared back at him in a pleasured haze. “That feel okay?” He must’ve known it did, from the way you were breathing heavily, grabbing at his shoulders like a lifeline; but he sounded so genuine that you nodded with a soft whine. “Good. Let me know if it ever stops feeling that way, deal?”

God, he was so sweet and patient, it started to make yours run thin. You wanted him so badly, and after a few more minutes of Steve finger fucking you, you were sure you were ready to take his cock. You palmed him through his jeans, feeling his thickness, making your mouth water. “I need your cock, pretty boy.” Steve’s cheeks dusted a light shade of pink, making you grin.

You eagerly helped him shimmy down his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, too impatient to remove the articles of clothing. You were already so sensitive, so when Steve ran the head of his dick though your slick folds, you let out a pitiful whine. Steve gave you a once over before slowly pushing himself through your entrance, the two of you letting out gasps, groaning once he was fully sheathed. “Are you okay?”

“God, yes, Steve. Please, move…” You whimpered, trying to restrain yourself from canting your hips to get some more friction. You wanted it hard and fast, but Steve decided to take it slow…way too slow.

Steve thrusted in and out languidly, the feeling heavenly but not enough. You could feel how much he stretched you out, could feel every pulse in his veins, could hear how much your cunt was sucking him in deeper and deeper; all the while Steve never broke eye contact with you, he was every expression on your face, how your eyes subtly rolled to the back of your skull every time he brushed against your cervix, ate up every cute noise you made. You knew he was trying to draw this out for as long as possible, smiling every time you whined impatiently. He knew what you wanted, he was just being a fuckin’ tease. “Steve, please…I need it faster. Harder.”

He playfully raised a brow. “What? Trying to get it over with, huh?” He asked, pinching your side through your shirt.

“No-ah!” You yelped as he suddenly rammed into you, the force making you bounce, his grip on your waist the only reason you didn’t fall off the vanity. “Fuck.” You moaned loudly as Steve thrusted into you at a much faster rate, any objects on the vanity’s desk toppling over and falling to the dressing room floor. “Yes, yes, yes…” You cried, feeling his cock beat against your pleasure spot at the front of your walls, trying to keep in your embarrassing wails as he finally was giving you what you wanted.

“Goddamn, you feel so good, pretty girl. Fuck, I’ve been wanting to feel this gorgeous pussy for hours. I loved watching you in the crowd tonight, a smile never leaving your face, looking up at me like I was a god. You sure know how to make a man feel special, huh?” He rambled.

“You-fuck, you are special, Steve.” You tried to reply back, stuttering with every syllable.

“Yeah? Tell me again.”

“Y-You’re s-special, Steve…”

“Fuck, yes…” Steve’s lips attached to your neck once more, his teeth grazing against your sweet spot immediately, your walls pulsing around him as you were already so close to that peak.

You and Steve were so eager to take pleasure from one another, you both didn’t even hear the door to the dressing room open. “Well, well, well, now what do we have here?” You both gasped and turned to the intrusion, a sweltering heat coming to your cheeks as you saw the guitarist staring you both down with a small smirk playing at his lips.

Steve looked at you first, gauging your reaction before he replied to his bandmate, finding no shame or nervousness in your expression. “Caught myself a little groupie, Eds.” Steve chuckled, his thrusts halting to a stop, almost eliciting a whine of protest from you. Fuck, you were almost there. You could feel your almost orgasm dull and fade away. “Ain’t she a beaut’?”

You probably should’ve been mortified, but the way Eddie was staring down at you from his place at the door, you couldn’t help but want him as well. Both him and Steve seemed to pick up on your desires. But from the way you were looking at both of them, it didn’t take a genius to put it together.

Steve leaned down to peck the underside of your jaw, slightly jerking his head in the direction of his bandmate. “Want him to join? Though, I gotta warn ya, he’s a kinky little shit.” He teased.

You giggled, the idea already making your stomach churn with overwhelming excitement. “What, you like being called daddy or something?”

Eddie scoffs, his already dark eyes darkening further. “Anything that’s not missionary is kinky to Steve. What about you, hmm? Why don’t you tell me what kinks you enjoy and I’ll decide if you can handle me or not.”

His words went straight to your core, your walls pulsing around Steve’s dick, making the man grunt. “Big on impact play. Spanking, slapping. Choking is fun. Scratched, bit, hair pulled; love all that.”

Eddie smirked widely, allowing himself to step closer to the two of you. “Right up my alley. I think we’ll get along just fine, sweetheart.” Then he gave a look to Steve, he had stopped thrusting into you as soon as Eddie started to chat you up. “Take her to the couch and keep fucking her, Stevie.” He didn’t have to be told twice, as soon as the words left his mouth, the man above you switched you both over to the little loveseat in the green room, continuing the pistoning movements of his hips, making you cry out at the sudden pleasure. “And you don’t have to call me daddy, sweetheart. Just Eddie. What about you? What titles are you okay with?”

Steve’s cockhead rocking into that sweet spot inside you made your mind go blank once more. You knew what you loved, but nothing came to mind. “Any. All. Whatever you want to call me, Eddie. I’m fine with anything.” You whined, reaching out to palm the growing bulge in his ripped jeans.

“Whatever I want, huh? What if I called you my little whore, hm?”

You blushed. “Or slut…”

“My pretty little slut…” Eddie tested, interrupted by Steve’s groan.

“Fuck, she squeezed down so hard on me when you called her that.” He mumbled out shakily.

Eddie’s eyes lightened up at the conformation. “You liked being degraded, huh?” You squeaked when he wrapped one of his large hands around your throat, squeezing roughly and cutting off your oxygen supply. “You like being called a dumb little slut, don’t ya? Such a greedy little fucktoy.”

“Woah…” Steve laughed in shock. “I was gonna say that’s a little far, but she pulsed around me again. Felt so good…I think you can make her come with those words alone, dude.”

“I could see it on her, man.” He chuckled darkly, removing his hand from your neck, allowing you to take a gasping breath. “Flip her over, Steve.” Taking instruction obediently, Steve flipped you over onto your front, forcing you to slightly lean over the pleated arm of the sofa, making your face level with Eddie’s crotch. “I could just tell she’d love being degraded like the whore she is. Now, go on and take out my cock for me, pretty slut.” You cried out as Steve reentered you from behind, the new angle making stars obscure your vision. A harsh slap to your cheek forced you to come back to reality, Eddie’s expression morphing into impatience “Already too cock drunk to listen to simple commands?” He cooed condescendingly.

Trying to ignore the immense pleasure your body was feeling, you reached up with shaky hands to undo the fly on Eddie’s jeans, feverishly shimmying them down along with his boxer briefs. You gasped as his hard cock sprung from its confines, gently smacking you in the face before you got a hold on it. The tip angry and red, feeling the blood pulsing through the veins on his shaft from underneath your fingertips, your mouth watered in anticipation. You looked up at Eddie with a grin before wrapped your lips around the head of his dick, a relieved sigh escaping his mouth. “That’s a good girl…” Eddie moaned as you tried taking him deeper, your own moans adding a vibration around his cock.

“She caught your eye too, didn’t she?” Steve’s voice echoed from behind you, not stopping his thrusts into you, inadvertently forcing you to take Eddie deeper.

“How could I not? That cute little nervous expression when she met all of us. Plus, she was at the barricade, practically drooling.” The admission made your face flush with heat, but you were too preoccupied to care.

“I could see her eyeing your fingers during all your solos.”

You took a big gasping breath as Eddie pulled out of your mouth, getting on his knees to be level with you, a smirk playing at his lips. “That true, gorgeous? You liked watching my fingers play along my fretboard?” He chuckled condescendingly when you nodded. “Pretty girl’s so cock hungry, hm?”

“Fuck…” You whined as you felt your orgasm build and build, faster than before, feeling edged way too long.

“Oh.” Eddie hummed in amusement. “Steve, I think she’s gonna come. Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, she’s squeezing around me so fuckin’ hard.” He groaned loudly.

You moaned as Eddie’s hand returned to your throat, gripping tightly enough that you felt lightheaded. Sharp pricks of pain shot through your entire body as you felt the pressure on your trachea, but it only careened you forward to your release, eliciting a loud strained moan from your lips. “Fuck, are you gonna come for Stevie, hm?” You nodded, babbling nonsense you were sure Eddie couldn’t understand. “Good slut, go on, come on his dick.” You heard Steve moan beautifully as you pulsed around him, your velvety walls holding him in a vice grip as you shook and jolted from the intensity of your climax. You barely registered the dark chuckle that escaped Eddie as he watched you writhe and sob, almost hyperventilating as you came down.

“Oh, fuck…” Steve whispered, leaning down to place gentle kisses on the nape of your neck. “So good, so good, pretty girl. Doin’ so well for us.” You purred at the praise, the hodgepodge of both Steve’s praise and Eddie’s degradation throwing you for a loop. You barely had time to recover before the two men started to thrust into you at both ends, moaning in overstimulation and gagging on Eddie’s dick as Steve’s continued its relentless pace, desperate to get to his end too.

“Look up at me, sweetheart.” Eddie spoke and your eyes widened when you noticed his phone’s camera pointed down at you. “Such a pretty thing, sucking my cock so good.” He growled, keeping a tight hold on your hair. The fact that he was filming you sucking his dick probably should’ve concerned you, but honestly, it was kind of hot and you were too fucked out to care.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Steve announced, his dick pistoning into you like his life depended on it.

“Yeah?” Eddie grinned, putting his phone away. “You gonna come in her tight little pussy, pretty boy?”

Steve grunted as his thrusts became more sloppy and erratic, using you for his pleasure wildly. “Shit, I’m coming…” He moaned, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy as ropes of his warm cum filled you to the brim. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chuckled in exhaustion, pulling out and watched as your pussy clenched around nothing, how it slowly pushed his release out and dripped into a little puddle on the loveseat beneath you.

You took deep breaths as Eddie finally pulled out of your mouth, gently wiping drool off your chin before pushing a fucked out Steve out of the way so he could position himself behind you. “My turn, Stevie. Her mouth is fuckin’ phenomenal, but I wanna feel her tight little pussy myself.”

You gasped as Eddie flipped you over, making you face him. He looked fuckin’ angelic with him above you, much like how he looked performing on stage earlier. “Let’s take this shit off.” He growled, all but ripping your shirt and bra off your body, rendering you completely naked while he and Steve were practically still fully clothed. “Gorgeous fuckin’ tits, baby.” He groped them roughly, pinching your nipples until they stung. Eddie was much more comfortable being rough with you than Steve was. You were a hundred percent sure you’d have a multitude of bruises just from Eddie alone.

Again, unlike Steve, Eddie started with a much more rough pace. He wasted no time fully sheathing himself inside you with a hard cant of his hips, your slick and Steve’s leftover cum making his cock slid right in, the force making you cry out. “So tight still, baby girl. I wanna feel you come on my cock too. Think you can do that for me?”

“Maybe. Can try…” You stuttered, your brain practically melting from oversensitivity.

“Aw, she’s so eager.” Steve cooed, running his thumb along the sweat that was formed on the crease of your brow. “A people pleaser, this one, huh?”

Eddie smiled down at you. “That true, sweetheart? You wanna come on my cock just to please me?”

“Y-Yes…want you to feel it too.”

“Then let’s see if we can get you there one more time, okay?” Eddie’s cock was thicker and longer than Steve’s, the stretch a bit more painful but no less delicious. You couldn’t keep in your moans even if you tried. “Yeah, babygirl, let it out for me. Get fuckin’ loud. Let this whole building know how good my cock is making you feel.” You glanced over to see Steve lighting up a joint, his hair tousled and jeans pulled back up to his hips but left them unbuttoned. He looked properly beautiful. “Hey, eyes on me, slut.” Eddie growled, lightly slapping your face to get you focused. “Give me a hit of that, Stevie.”

Steve grinned as he placed the joint at Eddie’s lips, holding it for him as he took a deep inhale and blew the smoke out onto your face. The smell of the drug mixing with sex made for a delightful combo you wouldn’t have expected, the secondhand making into your lungs and making you dazed. With Eddie’s ruthless thrusts and the contact high, you felt yourself building and building up to your second orgasm, wailing and holding onto Eddie’s wrists where his hands were holding onto your love handles with a bruising grip. Your stomach ached with how rough and deep Eddie was inside you, but you never wanted him to stop, not when you were so close to another climax.

“Oh my god…” You sobbed, unable to hold back your loud moans even if you tried, the pleasure all too consuming and intense, you feared you’d black out.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” Eddie mocked as he saw your body start to shake, chuckling darkly when you nodded hastily. “Steve, play with her clit for me, would ya?” You almost sobbed as Steve’s deft fingers came back for round two, finding your throbbing nub immediately and rubbing in a swift circular motion, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Paired with Eddie’s long, thick cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, you were barrelling towards your orgasm at speeds that made you lightheaded. The room almost spinning and you couldn’t focus on anything besides the intense, blinding pleasure that was surging through you. “Yeah, good fuckin’ girl, come on this dick.” Eddie groaned, fucking you through your orgasm until your were crying in overstimulation once again.

“S’okay, pretty girl, you can take it.” Steve encouraged, coming to sit next to you to slot his lips against his and wipe away your tears. You couldn’t stop moaning into his mouth as Eddie sped up even more, chasing his release.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Eddie moaned. “You want my cum, slut?”

Steve grabbed your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on Eddie. You only nodded, all words escaping you for how fucked out you were, but Steve gripped tightly and making you wince. “Use your words, gorgeous.”

“Yes, E-Eddie, I want your c-cum.” You squeaked. “Come in me, please, Eds.” Eddie grinned at the whiny cadence of your voice, barely able to form the words. Steve started to suck and lick at your nipples as Eddie’s cum painted your inner walls, the man letting out downright beautiful whimpery moans as he finally finished, pulling out of you with a sharp exhale.

Finally able to fill your lungs properly, Steve and Eddie both peppered your face with gentle kisses before they helped clean you up, though not before admiring their handiwork. Hickeys and bruises galore, it looked like you were hit by a truck, you definitely felt like you had been due to the endurance of these two boys. You started to wonder how you were going to be able to walk to your car, let alone drive home with how wobbly your legs were.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asked softly as he and his bandmate helped you dress.

You beamed giddily. “More than okay. That was…amazing.” You giggled, causing both men to grin proudly. It was like a dream come true…

“Glad you enjoyed yourself, we sure did.” Eddie teased.

“And be sure to let us know whenever you’re coming to another show. We’ll let you have a backstage pass so we can do this all over again, pretty girl.” Steve winked.

“Oh, don’t worry. I definitely will.”

lalalalalalalala brain rot brain rot, i'll be in horny jail bye-bye!

A list of kinks I think Steve Harrington has 😋

Omg I loved doing this, let me know if you’re interested in a part two? Enjoy!

Master list:

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Loooooves morning sex, something about waking up next to you, and making you feel good early in the morning maybe before school or work, weather it’s his cock buried deep inside you or his head between your legs, he loves it especially in the morning, both of your guys messy hair, half asleep and slow.

Cock warming. Honestly I can see him, super sleepy and needy, maybe cuddled up next to you watching a movie, just needing to be closer to you some way “mmmm just wanna be closer baby” he mumbles into your ear and when you scoot closer to him he says “mm not like that, wanna be in you”. The way his whole body is pressed to you isn’t enough he needs to be inside you, not even to get you or himself off but just to be closer and connected to his girl. Laying with you and having hick cock deep inside you just makes him feel so connected to you. (Loved this concept so much you can read it here :))

Slight praise kink, Steve doesn’t seem like a very vocal guy during sex to me word wise, but if he’s gonna say anything it’s praises, loves telling you or just mumbling into your ear how good you feel as he rocks into you, how good you taste as he eats you out or how good you’re doing/ making him feel when you ride him or go down on him. His moans aren’t enough he needs to tell you.

MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. Steve Harrington is a munch you cannot convince me other wise, loves going down on his girlfriend, literally does not matter where you guys are or what time it is. He loves just how good you taste and look when he uses his tongue and mouth just the right way to earn pretty noises from you. And ugh his nose is so perfectly nudging your clit. Bonus if you tug at his hair😩 he goes crazy, moaning into your cunt the vibration adding even more stimulation.

Master list:

coming from your list of steve kinks, i would love something abt cockwarming <33 it’s so steve

it is so Steve🫶🏻 Ugh I have so many ideas! Enjoy!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem! reader

Word count: 500

Warnings: MDNI 18+ Cockwarming, fluff, idrk

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Its late at night, you lie in your bedroom, your back pressed to Steve’s bare chest. The window is cracked just enough to let the faint smell of summer rain through-cool air weaving it’s way around your room. The dim glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting a shadow across the room, followed with a distant sound of crickets. Tiredness heavy on the both of you.

You wonder if Steve is still awake, but before you know it, there’s a shift in the air as Steve’s warm hands glide beneath your long T shirt answering your thought, his hands find your hips with a firm yet tender grip as he pulls you closer. His soft lips brushing against the sensitive skin behind your ear.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you melt into him, eyes heavy and tired.

“baby” Steve whines against your skin in a sleepy mumble, his kisses growing bolder.

You don’t say anything, instead you roll your hips back into him, letting out a soft groan.

“mmm, i wanna be closer” he says, voice warm and low, hands roaming your front, as he nuzzles even more into your neck.

As if you can get any closer, you press your back to him even more, sinking into him, letting him swallow you, arms holding you tight, shielding you from any uncertainties that lay beyond the room’s walls.

“no, wanna be in you”

He says eagerly and desperately, his voice mixed with a whine, a plea. His hips rolling away from yours then back to you, the hardness beneath his boxers grow, and the ache between your legs intensifies, your whole body craving him.

Too tired to say anything, you turn your head to meet his lips, his mouth catching yours, kissing you deeply telling him just exactly what you want. His hand slides under your knee, propping you up for him, before sliding his boxers down and moving your panties to the side exposing you.

“just wanna be close” he mumbled again.

His hands slide back up to your arms, so he can hold you closer, a subtle shift of his hips makes you let out a moan as his tip taps your entrance, ready to be filled by him. He takes his time sliding his thick cock into you, slowly filling you up. He’s going slow so you feel every inch of him, every vein and curve. Causing your eyes to squeeze shut. He loves nothing more than filling you up like this, not completely sexual either, he just wants you in every way possible.

“mmmmm much better” he praises into your ear as he fully sits in you, his breath hot on your neck, your walls perfectly hugging him.

You lay like this with him for the rest of the night, back pressed to his chest as his cock sits inside you. Completely relaxed and content with each other. Your guys breathing is synchronized, every breath you guys take together, his cock moves slightly inside you shooting electricity all over your body. When he places a kiss to your neck, or rubs his hands along your arm, it causes you to clench around his cock, making him catch his breath, his dick twitching inside of you, his grip on you tightening.

With each passing second, your bodies grew heavier and your minds eased as you drifted off to sleep. Steve still connected to you, in a way no one has ever been, nuzzled deep inside you like a puzzle, feeling so close and safe.

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May I request breeding kink w Steve, him being obsessed with the idea of filling reader up, how sensitive reader will be, dirty talk of course, rough-ish but passionate sex, I know you’ll do justice😩

you may😩 Thank you for this request! I hope I did justice🤞🏻

In honor of father’s day ig lol, complete filth I kinda went wild for you little freaks

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Word count: 1,242 k

Warnings: MNDNI 18+, smut, breeding kink, talks of readers body/belly, unprotected p in v sex, cream pie, mentions of baby bump, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms use of the word “dad” once, multiple orgasms

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You watch your reflection as you stand in front of Steve’s bathroom mirror, fresh and ready for bed, his large black T shirt hangs over your body, ending just below your panties.

The familiar smell of his mint toothpaste fills the room, the sound of the faucet softly running as Steve stands tall over the sink next to you scrubbing his teeth. Turning your body to the side you bunch up the shirt, making it form a small imaginary baby bump, hands moving to the sides of your belly, one hand rubbing soft circles over it. “I think i’d look good pregnant don’t u think?” you ask, a smile forming on your face as your glance at Steve.

Engrossed in brushing his teeth he glances at you through the mirror, a foamy toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He heard that right…right? He’s seeing clearly isn’t he? Your hand pressed on your belly, showing off a makeshift bump, a beautiful glowing smile resting on your face. He reaches his hand to run his toothbrush under the water, with toothpaste still in his mouth he mumbles a flustered “what?”. He’s quick to spit out his tooth paste, washing his mouth before drying it with a towel.

“I saiddddd” you drag out “I think i’d look pretty good pregnant, what do you think?” you ask again, releasing your shirt and grabbing your toiletry bag as you trail out of the bathroom, Steve quickly following behind you. You make your way to his room, stopping in front of his desk to place your stuff on it.

You feel Steve stop behind you, hands moving to rest over your tummy. “What do I think?” he repeats in a whisper “well… I think a lot of things regarding that” he admits, inching his hands under your shirt to smooth over your stomach.

“Mmmm is that so?” you hum curiously, your hands moving to smooth over his arms that hug your body. “Like what?” you question innocently, “well for starters, how sensitive you’ll be” he responds, his breath hot on your neck, he lifts your shirt up to expose your breasts, his finger moving to graze your plush nipple “fuck, can’t imagine how sensitive you’ll be, just like when you’re on your period” he mumbles, giving your nipple a soft pinch between his fingers, causing your body to jump at the contact. Steve loves just how extra sensitive your perky nipples are when you’re on your period, how you whine at every teasing touch he gives you. “They’ll be bigger too” you add on, your hand moving to squeeze one of your boobs, he mirrors you, squeezing the other “mhm that’s right, count me in” he hums, his other hand moving to massage your other breast.

You turn your body to face him, hands resting on his chest. “You got something you wanna tell me?” you ask teasingly, his cheeks flushing with red blush, his hard cock poking through his sweats, a smirk forms on his face as he leans in to connect his lips with yours. “Mmm what? That I wanna get you pregnant?” He says like it’s nothing, like a pool didn’t just form between your legs, you kiss him again, that sentence alone was enough for him to turn you around, his hand firm on your back as he bends you over his desk, your tits squishing against the smooth wood. He tugs your panties down, placing kisses on your neck and in your hair before quickly sliding his pants down freeing his member. He leans back, his eyes rake down your body and he admires how pretty you look like this, how he has you bent over his desk a dream come true. “Already so wet for me” he comments as his fingers grace your slit before moving to wrap around his length, he pokes his tip at your entrance causing you to let out a shaky breath.

He leans forward, sinking into you, his chest hitting your back, his lips moving to place soft kisses along your neck before he slides back out, only too slide right back in, creating a rhythm as he thrusts, hitting places only he can hit, pulling moans out of you only he can reach.

“Can fill you up soooo much like this” he says in a grunt as he fucks into you, hips moving at the perfect pace. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Wanna make me a dad honey? You wanna feel my cum huh?” he adds and adds, “gonna let me fill you up” he says his voice low, his hands gripping at your waist.

“Y-yes- please Steve, wanna feel you cum in me” you say in a whine, eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure, your hands gripping tight on the edge of his desk. With that he delivers, his cum shooting up inside of you, and oh boy he didn’t lie, filling you up just like he said, and he has so much cum to give you, body shuddering and twitching as he sprays inside of you, thrusting just a bit to get out every last drop.

He pulls out of you, chest moving up and down as he pants like a hungry animal, you lean up from off the desk, turning around to face him once again, your hands moving to wrap around his length, rising to your tippy toes and connecting your lips to his, moving your hand to softly tug the top of him “more I need more” you demand with a pout, his mouth falls open as you tug his cock toward you, practically begging for him to do you again. And with that- he’s guiding you to his bed, you fall onto your back, hands reaching out to pull him too you, your lips taking in his as he wraps his arms around you, he breaks apart from the kiss, eyes darting between you too so he can position your leg enough to tease your clit with the tip of his cock watching your reaction as he rubs circles, tapping it against your clit and slipping it in and out of your hole, his mouth hot on your neck, playing with your arousal before eventually sinking into you once again.

He brings his hand up to grip around your jaw, his thumb toying with your lip, his eyes squeezing shut as he begins to slide in and out. You widen your mouth allowing his thumb to slip right in, you begin to suck and trace his thumb with your tongue. Gazing up at him through your lashes, his eyes meet yours, the sight of you looking up at him has him weak, his body begging to release inside of you.

“Gonna look so pretty with my cum spilling out of you” he states, his hungry eyes looking at you, his thumb slowly sliding out of your mouth, only to move to your clit, the unexpected stimulation causing a squeak to fall out of your mouth, your hips instinctively begin to move with his, his length hitting your g spot, the euphoric feeling causing you to grip his shoulders, your nails digging into him. You move your mouth to his and he catches all your moans, that feeling in your stomach getting tighter and tighter… till finally, it’s released. Your orgasm tumbling over you, spreading throughout your whole body, making you clench down in his dick.

Steve continues thrusting and it’s not long till he’s a mess just like you, his face bunching up as he cums, his hands gripping your hair, his breath hitting you as he pants, heavenly sounds falling out of his mouth. His thrusts slow and it takes him a while to return to normal, with his cock all the way in you he slowly begins to slide it out, cum still dribbling out of him in the process allowing him to cover every inch inside you with white, pulling out his tip just a little so more cum can dribble out, decorating your cunt, his eyes fixating on it, a finger moving to smear his cum all around your pussy, taking in the sight, “told you she’d look so pretty like this” he says, his finger still lingering on you, playing with his cum. Once you’re both settled down enough he helps put your panties back on, kissing up your leg in the process, pulling you to cuddle him. As you sleep, his cum dribbles out of you, soaking into your panties, only to be pushed back in by him.

Master list:

“STEVEN FUCKING HARRINGTON”

WARNINGS: smut, no plot, explicit language, overstimulation, Steve’s hair.

You and Steve were finally alone. Besides the two of you being the main parents of the group, it was practically impossible for him to see you alone. Not that either of you was complaining, he always saw it as practice for his future with you. Besides, the kids would be your children’s future aunties and uncles, so in the end, you were doing them a favour.

You guys entered his room. He had the house to himself since his parents were away. “Babe I’ve been wanting to make love to you from the very day I laid eyes on you.” “Stevie that’s so sweet, I’ve been dreaming of this moment.” He gripped your waist admiring the curve of your hips and butt, as he licked his lips eating you up with his eyes. He moved you closer to him. The two of you exchanged a kiss. It wasn’t like the cute, innocent and quick ones you had before. It was fuelled with deep love, lust and pure sexual desire. You began moving your hands up and down his abs, signalling for him to take his shirt off. “That tickles sweetheart,” he laughed as you giggled apologetic. You both pulled away; Steve quickly removed everything except his boxers, as a huge tent started forming in his white briefs. You followed suit keeping the cropped spaghetti strap vest you were wearing on, and the thong you put on earlier to surprise your boyfriend. “Damn Y/N, that thong is working for you.” You pushed Steve onto the bed. Straddling him, you placed another lust filled kiss onto his lips. His tent started throbbing at your newfound dominance, as his hands began caressing your butt. “Fuck Y/N, you’re so hot,” Steve interrupted your make out session, biting his lip in over stimulation. His eyes started trailing down ur neck to your chest. “Everything about you just makes me wanna burst,” Steve praised you. You were putty in his hands, and he managed to distract you, flipping you underneath him. He lightly choked you. “Your man boobs, your fat ass, and those thick quads, all belong to me.” He ripped open your vest “STEVEN HARRINGTON!” You screamed causing him to tighten his grip. “Don’t worry angel, I’ll but you a new one.” He kissed into your skin. “Besides, you need to let those beautiful tits of yours breathe.” You practically died, causing you to moan directly into the warm air as he smothered your neck and your bust with hickeys .

You found yourself on top of him again. You freed the mountain that formed in your boyfriend’s briefs. There you saw the most incredible piece of meat in the world. Steve was hairy everywhere - and you fucking loved the mane he had. His uncut 8 inch alabaster cock stood proud in the warm air. It curved in such a calculated way, upwards as his dark pink tip began emerging from his stretched foreskin. Leading to the slit on his tip was the thickest dick vein you had ever seen - bigger than the ones you’d seen your fave porn star have. It had various companions aiding your boyfriend’s length. As he moved to the edge of the bed, you brought your head in line with his weapon. God, were you gay asf…

“Can I?” You asked coyly. You’d never seen a dick as beautiful Steve’s before. Your breath continued to tickle him further. “Of course Bambi,” he complimented your doe eyes as you watched in awe as how such a perfect cock existed “he’s practically begging for you to wrap those juicy lips around him.” You began by spitting on his bulbously large tip. “Fuckkk” Steve lingered, moaning at how warm your saliva was. You hollowed your cheeks and began allowing him entrance to the tiny chasm of your throat. Deeper and deeper, you slowly began to take more of him. You reached his balls and started to fit them in your mouth. “SHITTTT,” Steve screamed. To which you moaned, causing vibrations to run from his schlong to his heart. “ahhhh babe, that’s some good head, ughhh yeah.“ You came back for air but his tip stayed permanent on your tongue.

Easily your favourite part of his dick, you swirled around it, drooling and coating it in ur spit. You began speeding up your bobbing skills. Using your fingers to massage his huge cum-filled balls. You saw the glistening masterpiece your slobber had created. “I’ve made such a muck, I’m sorry,” you whispered disappointed in yourself. You watched as the mixture of his precum and your saliva melted off of his enormous slab of meat and thickened around his pubes, congealing around his mangled dick locks. “Baby boy, look at me,” You were too embarrassed, but he picked up your wet chin and smiled at the slutty mess you were. “Look at me. You look so gorgeous rn. I fucking love how passionate you are, don’t ever be ashamed to show me how much you love my cock.” “Thanks handsome.” You finally released the entirety of his 8 inches from your mouth. Looking at your work with a newfound appreciation. You wanted to go down on Steve again but he stopped you. “Wait, baby, I want to do something else.” He pleaded. You tilted your head inquisitively, “like what?” “Ummmmm, *whispers*” “Come again.” You saw him get visibly more excited, his erection somehow becoming harder than diamond.. “I want you to sit on my face.” He admitted kinda flustered, turning red as he scratched the back of his head.

You straddled him again placing the fattest hickey on his neck. You came back up for air. “Stevie, I have never wanted you to fuck me as much as I want you to now.” “Sit that dump truck on my face, now baby.” You obliged. “Your ass is legit my favourite thing in the world, besides your tits of course.” He whispered making you chuckle quietly, gripping your caramel globes, he jiggled and lightly spanked it with his large hands. You sat, knees either side of the pillow that held Steve’s head in line with your hole. “Ughhh Stevie, you make me feel so good.” You saw as evidence of your whore-ish behaviour began to dry around his curved member. You arched your back, kissing your way down his treasure trail. “Shit sweetheart, you taste delicious,” he mumbled, tongue fucking your pussy, “Cant wait to feel you.” You began sucking on the skin directly above his cock, leaving a huge hickey. “Ahhh ahhh ahhhh,” Steve started groaning which sent shivers up from your cunt to your spine. “You’re such a tease, angel. We both know what you want…”

You began to bob your head on his cock, pushing your bum back into his face. You started to taste the fruitiness of Steve’s pre cum, this, matched with the rough way he began licking your hole, told you he was close. You started to go faster, pursing your lips to create a vacuum for his cum. “Bambi, I- I’m about t-t-to cum, fuuuuck, where do you want it?” You moaned in response. Getting off of his face and onto all fours above him, you stroked his enormous dick with your hand as you went up and down his thick, veined shaft. The air was filled with your wet noises and Steve’s animalistic groans. “SHIT SHIT SHITTTTT,” he came down your throat, in eight successive ropes. It erupted like a volcano. That didn’t mean you were going to stop. You went even harder this time, moaning around his dripping cock, watching your hands get all sticky at his cum. “Fuck babe, I’ve already nut, what m-mo-more do you want.” You wanted him to be a mess, a shivering man who had been overstimulated. You watched as your boyfriend’s face turned red and screwed. He threw his head back in pained pleasure. “Ahhh baby, baby baby” he continued his babbling, “please, please, pleaseeeee” he begged, but you didn’t listen. Wanting him to die of ecstasy, you continued until he came a second time, this time much calmer, but you could only imagine the pain he was in.

“Fuck, that hurt so good,” He began to cuddle up beside you. “You were amazing, my baby boy is such a slut for me and I fucking love it.” You withered in his praise. He began kissing your neck, gripping your jiggly pecs tighter. You felt something knock at your entrance. “You’re still hard! Omds,” you exclaimed. “I’m sorry sweetheart, he just really loves you, almost as much as I do.” He chuckled. “Well, it’s been a while since you’ve rearranged my guts.” Watching wide eyed as you winked at him. With quick haste, he flipped you over onto all fours and spanked your ass a sound that would reverberate around the walls of his entire house. Steve placed his hands on either side of your dainty waist, rubbing his dick between the crease of your ass. “I’m gonna knock you up tonight, how’s that sound?” You could only scream into the pillow with pleasure…

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Hello darlings <3. i’m rowan , i’m 24 &. a writer. this blog will be dedicated to smut &. occasional angst writing.

this is my first time doing this, so please bear with me as i try to figure this out <3.

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**feel free to reblog or like this post <3. also i’d love to meet some writing moots <3.

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.

“I’m In Love With You Too” • Jamie Campbell-Bower

author’s note: Gosh I haven’t posted in decades!! I apologize for just disappearing, so here’s a short fluffy Jamie imagine for you<3

warnings: nothing just pure fluff, though there may be a few grammar mistakes sorry!!

“Jamieee” She whined softly from the comfort of the dark grey sofa in the middle of the living room. The fireplace was bright with flames, the tv set on a random channel and my shivering body was now covered with a heavy quilt. That night was a cooler night, and nights like those were meant for tea and cuddles by the fireplace.

Jamie’s shirtless figure stood in the kitchen making the apple cinnamon tea she had requested. She watched as he moved about the space. He was in his own little world, too spaced out to notice her calling his name.

“Jamie” She calls again, this time he turned around and smiled. Seeing the beautiful girl wrapped tightly in the blanket made him feel all warm inside. He admired her a second longer, running his piercing blue eyes over her facial features. Though he was at least 10 feet away from her, he could still see how her eyes sparkle under the fire light.

“Are you almost done?” She asked, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth at the dazed state her boyfriend was in.

Jamie turned back to the mugs quickly to take the tea bags out and stir some sugar into her tea. The smile seemed to stick to his face the whole time he does this.

Finally, he made his way over to the couch with two hot cups. He set them down on the wooden end table by her head.

She smiled up at him as she moved the quilt to the side so the blonde man could slip in beside her. Jamie took his place behind the girl, wrapping his arms lovingly around her waist. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. He began to leave soft kisses along her soft skin, causing a sweet chuckle to leave her lips.

In that moment, everything else in the world seemed to stop. Nothing was heard but the faint crackling of the fire and her laboured breaths. Nothing was felt but the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her skin against his lips. No one else existed but them in the coziness of their shared apartment.

“I’m in love with you” Jamie whispered against her neck, leaving another kiss to where his confession had landed on her skin. He could feel her breathing hitch as the words left his mouth. Shit he thought. What if she didn’t feel the same? Of course over their 8 month long relationship they had both said the three magical words I love you on many occasions. The phrase was second nature by now, but hearing the words “I’m in love with you” caused the girls mind to short circuit. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard fall from his mouth. She couldn’t form words, or even thoughts for that matter. So she did the only thing she knew she could do in that moment to show him what she wanted to say. She swiftly turned around to face him, grabbing his face in her hands. Her smile was all he needed to see to know that she did indeed feel the same. And to seal the deal, she planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. That’s when his mind short circuited. The world truly did stop when they shared the kiss.

As they both pulled away, she leant her forehead against his. Her eyes were still shut, but his were open. He once again admired her beauty, but this time he could see every freckle on her skin along with the soft blush that appeared on her cheeks.

Just before he falls into another love-drunk daze, she parted her lips to say the one thing he so desperately wanted to hear from her.

“I’m in love with you too.”

Hope you enjoyed🫶 please send in some requests for some stranger things characters! I’ve been on an eddie/steve/billy/001 rampage recently

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.”