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Flowers

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie works at a garage, you work at the flower shop across the street. You always wave to him and smile and he's developed a little bit of a crush on you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of shy!reader if you squint, strangers to lovers

AN: I've been wanting to write this for a while. Back when I was in school, I would drive by a flower shop and across the street from it was a mechanic and this idea came to me. It just took me forever to finally write it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Eddie didn’t mind being a mechanic. It was steady money, he got to work with his hands, and he had plenty of free time to work on his music. And another perk was you. He didn’t know you, your name, anything. He just knew that you worked at the flower shop across the street and that you were quite possibly the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

The first time he saw you was by chance. He had been working on a car, the garage door open since it was the height of the summer, and the garage always got super stuffy and humid at that time of year, even early in the morning, and watched as you pulled up to the flower shop. When you got out of your car you smoothed out your shirt and then looked over at him. When the two of you had locked eyes, you smiled at him and waved. He felt a flutter in his chest that he hadn’t felt before.

So, it had become routine. Like clockwork, when you arrived in the morning, you would get out of your car and wave at Eddie, who always worked with the garage door open since that first time, and he would wave back, and later when you closed up the shop you would wave to him again before leaving. You hadn’t spoken a single word to each other, and yet Eddie was enamored by you. He thought of walking over and striking up a conversation many times, but never knew what he should say, nervous that he would come off as off putting or weird, so he stuck with your silent exchanges.

Until fate finally gave him a reason to talk to you.

He walked out into the garage, pretending he was going back to the car he had been finishing up some work on, but he was actually waiting for you to walk out of the flower shop. He was surprised to see you already outside, a worried pout on your face as you opened the hood of your car.

He was already halfway across the street when he decided he should see what the problem was.

“Hey, um, everything alright?” He asked, cringing at the slight nervous crack in his voice.

You looked up from your car and let out a frustrated sigh, “My car made this weird noise when I started it up this morning. I was hoping that it was just a one-time thing, but it’s still doing it. I’m surprised you didn’t hear it.”

“What kind of sound?”

“Like a high-pitched screech.”

“Oh, is that what that was? I thought it was coming from the woods behind the garage.” Eddie laughed.

“Nope, that was me…well, not me, my car.” You chuckled awkwardly.

Eddie pointed to the hood of your car, “Mind if I take a look?”

“Sure.”

Eddie walked over to assess the damage. Everything looked fine from a glance over, but he knew better. He leaned closer and after a couple of minutes of poking around he found the problem.

“It looks like your belt needs to be replaced.”

You winced, “That sounds expensive.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Eddie waved his hand dismissively.

“Wait, what?” You looked at him with shock and confusion.

“Don’t worry about it, I can fix for you for free.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack, Sweetheart.” He didn’t mean for the pet name to slip out.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, “You really don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to,” Eddie smiled at you, “We can just drive your car over to the garage and I can replace the belt. It shouldn’t take too long, maybe thirty minutes or so.”

“Alright, thank you.”

Eddie felt butterflies in his stomach when he saw the bright, thankful smile on your face.

-

Just as he promised, thirty minutes later your car was fixed. The time had past by quickly, you and Eddie chatting about your shared interests, favorite books, favorite movies, and the like. He chuckled to himself, he always thought you would be perfect.

When he saw you pull out your wallet he shook his head, “No, I told you not to worry about it.”

“I feel bad not paying you anything.”

“Think of it as payment for all the kind waves and smiles you’ve sent me over the past couple months.” He pulled a rag out of his back pocket and wiped the dirt and grease from his hands.

You bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling too big, “You know I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

He chuckled, “It’s Eddie.”

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Eddie, and thank you again for everything.”

He shrugged and put his hands behind his back, “No problem…”

He trailed off, hinting that he was waiting for you to tell him your name, and you did. He thought your name fit you perfectly.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” You fidgeted with your keys, playing with one of the many keychains.

Eddie nodded, “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” You gave him another smile before getting into your car.

As you pulled out of the garage, Eddie waved to you. He felt giddy. After months he had finally talked to you, and you were everything he imagined you would be and more. When he got home that night, he promised himself that he wouldn’t let your conversation be a one-time thing.

-

The next morning, Eddie felt a rush of joy when he heard your car pulling up across the street. He quickly slid out from underneath the old, beat up Camero he had been working on and jumped up. He watched you get out of your car, dust off your shirt, and smile at him like usual. Only this time your smile was accompanied with a, “Hi!”

“Hey!” Eddie replied with a wave of his own, and then he watched as you unlocked the door to the shop and walked inside.

He had to fight the urge to go over and see you, but he was on the clock, and he didn’t want to come off as weird. So, he went back to work, sliding back underneath the car.

About an hour later, still hard at work underneath the Camero, he heard footsteps. He titled his head to the side to see but couldn’t find anyone. Figuring it might have just been his boss walking by, he went back to work.

“Eddie?”

The sound of your voice startled him a bit and he hit his head on the car, “Ow!”

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Your voice was laced with concern as he slid out from underneath the car.

Eddie rubbed his forehead, but his dignity hurt more than his head in that moment, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He chuckled, “I’m usually the one saying that,” he stood up and smiled at you, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

You felt heat rush into your cheeks, “Um, I just, um wanted to give you this.”

Eddie finally noticed the small vase of flowers in your hands, sunflowers. He gently took the vase from you, a jolt of electricity going up his arm when your fingers brushed.

“Sunflowers are a way to show gratitude and appreciation, and I just wanted to do something to repay you for yesterday,” the unreadable expression on Eddie’s face made you rethink the gesture, “and this was super weird. I’m sorry, I just felt like I needed to give you something, so I thought ‘oh, flowers’ but now this feels really lame.”

“No, no! These are great.” Eddie reassured you.

“You don’t have to pretend to like them.” Your tone was deflated.

“I’m not, this was really cute. I’ve never had someone give me flowers before,” he smiled, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

There was a brief stint of silence that fell between the two of you, but it didn’t last for too long.

Eddie took a deep breath before looking at you with a shy smile, “Would you want to grab dinner sometime?”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Are you asking me out?”

“Yes.”

His sudden confidence made your heart skip a beat, “I think I would like to get dinner sometime.”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“I am, but I’m also free tonight.”

The wide smile that spread across his face was mesmerizing, “That’s even better.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” Before you could second guess yourself, you quickly placed a kiss to his cheek and then walked back across the street.

“Tonight.” Eddie bounced on the balls of his feet in excitement as he watched you walk away.

Just the two of us

Day 3: Use the words - Kitchen, date and music

Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: It’s been awhile since you and Eddie were able to have some time to yourselves

a/n: First time i’ve ever written for Eddie, or even a stranger thing character. To be honest I thought my first stranger thing character would have been Steve. But oh well, I love Eddie too! Sorry if he’s a little out of character. I’m so used to only writing for supernatural, I need to get used to his character.

warnings: Flufff!

word count: 1550

It had been a while since you and Eddie had been on a date. To be honest neither of you had been on a proper date together. When the two of you originally got together, you were too wrapped up within each other, and each other’s beds to even care about going on proper dates. Then by the time you both hit senior year, the months of rolling in the sheets caught up to the two of you, and you fell pregnant. Your pregnancy was rough, leading to you missing most of senior year. Eddie felt bad that he had put you in this predicament, so spent a lot of his time caring for you. Unfortunately, you were both held back; but the birth of your daughter Melissa was worth it. The following year, you both got held back again; with no one to babysit during the day due to absent parents and Eddies uncle only able to look after Mel a few days a week, you both decided to wait it out another year. Now Mel was two years old, and both you and Eddie had decided that this year you were going to graduate, no matter what it took. With studying, Mel and the hellfire club, neither of you had had much time for each other, and one night it was agreed that you’d let the hellfire club babysit while the two of you had a date.

Walking up to Dustin’s front door, your nerves were bubbling. Mel was clung to your hip, Eddie bounding down the path ahead of you a little more excitedly, before rasping his knuckles on the door. It didn’t even take one knock, before the door swung open, the curly hair and cheeky grin of Dustin stood at the door, with the others poking their heads over his shoulder.

“D” Mel squealed from your hip, eyes bright and shining at the older male, hands reaching out as she tried to wiggle out of your grip. Gently, you lowered your daughter to the ground, where as soon as her small feet hit the floor, she waddled as quickly as possible to Dustin’s waiting arms. Where he quickly picked her up, throwing her in the air, a giggle escaping her lips, before she landed safely back in his arms and nestling her head into his shoulder.

“Dustin” You stepped forward towards the male in front of you, ready to give him a lecture, but Eddie stepped in, placing a reassuring hand on your lower back.

“Y/n, it’s ok” He smiled over at you before looking at the rest of the hellfire club. “Keep an eye on my princess for me, any issues call us. Don’t keep her up to late” He spoke, waiting for confirmation that everyone had heard him. Once he was happy, he spun around grabbing your hand, before walking you to his van, and holding the door open for you. You climbed in and started to fasten yourself, as he shut the door and joined you.

“Do you think she’ll be ok?” You question, eyes downcast as you start playing and picking at the skin around your nails.

“She’s in good hands” Eddie comforted you, the vans engine revving to life, as he drove off to the trailer park. Climbing out, of your boyfriend’s van, he looked over at you “Are you sure you don’t want to go out, y/n?” His voice is sweet yet laced with worry that you wouldn’t think this date would be enough.

“I’m sure. I want to be close by in case something happens to Mel” You respond, lacing your fingers with his as you walk inside, dumping your shoes and keys by the front door. Your sock covered feet trudged through the trailer, heading to the kitchen. Your head was fuzzy, filled with ‘what ifs’ about Mel. You were so out of it, you didn’t even realise that Eddie had joined you in the kitchen, until a warm hand wrapped around your waist, and a kiss was placed to your hair line.

“She’s fine angel” He whispered, lips ghosting your forehead. “Let’s enjoy tonight” He smiled, moving away, to wash his hands, you following suit. The two of you moved around the kitchen, never once bumping into each other. It was like a perfectly recited dance, as you grabbed bowls from the cupboard as Eddie filled the boiling saucepan on the stove with spaghetti. Dinner wasn’t fancy, but it didn’t have to be, all that mattered was that you were there with your boyfriend.

“Shall we put some music on?” You asked Eddie, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, before walking off to put on a record. You were expecting Metallica, or some other choice of Eddie’s music to fill the air. But instead he had chosen one of your old records, hardly used, that just sat in the back collecting dust. The last time it was used, was to help settle Mel one night when she couldn’t sleep.

You gasped, turning to look at your boyfriend, as the soothing piano of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the air. He just smirked at you, before collecting a couple of candles and placing them on the table, lighting them. “What?” He questioned a laugh rippling from deep within, “I can be romantic sometimes.”

It wasn’t much longer until the timer started beeping, alerting the two of you to the fact that dinner was ready. Eddie started grabbing the plates, as you drained the pasta over the sink, before scooping up the long spaghetti strings and plopping them down in a dish that Eddie had left on the side. He covered the pasta noodles, in the sauce that the two of you had actually made, and not just grabbed from a can.

Eddie ushered you to the table, hand placed gently on your back, guiding you to your chair. He pulled the chair out for you, before helping you sit down and pushing you in; though the scraping of the wooden chair on the floor, sent a shiver down your spine. Next, he placed the food on the table, before sitting down opposite you, smiling gently as he started to tuck in to the delicious homemade meal. You mostly ate in silence, except for the sound of the piano, and Eddie slurping his spaghetti up like a child.

After, you’ve finished eating, Eddie gets up gathering up the dirty dishes and cutlery, you start to push your chair out to help him, but he just shakes his head at you, before wondering to the fridge and pulling out a fresh pot of strawberries. He messes around in the kitchen for a few minutes, before emerging, with the fresh red fruit and some melted chocolate.

“Eddie” you gasp, looking at your boyfriend in shock. He just smiles at you before dipping a strawberry in the chocolate and wiping it across your face. “Eddie!” You yell, though you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth, which transforms into full blown laughter as he kneels next to you his tongue lapping at the sweetness on your cheek, making you squeal and move away from him. He laughs back at you, a smile over his face. Looking at your crazy boyfriend, you laugh even more when you realise his nose has chocolate on it, and you lean forward giving him a kiss on his nose to help clean everything off.

That’s when you notice that Eddie is quiet, and serious; a complete 360 from his behaviour just minutes ago. You shuffle closer to where he’s kneeling on the floor. “Bub, are you ok?” You question, trying to look into his eyes.

He shifts slightly, hands fidgeting in his pocket, before he smiles at you. “Never been better” He replies, still not fully looking at you.

“Are you su-“He cuts off your question, by leaning in placing his lips against yours. You shut your eyes savouring the taste of the chocolate on his lips. The kiss was short and gentle, and when he pulls away, you notice that his eyes are teary, but before you can question him further, he starts talking.

“I-I kept trying to find the right time to do this.” He looked down at the red velvet box in his hand. “I-I had a long speech planned but screw it.” He opens the box revealing a simple silver band with a small diamond. “I know its not much. But I love you. Y/n, will you marry me?” He questions, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Your eyes fill with tears, and before you know it, you’re throwing yourself off the chair and into his lap. The table gets pushed slightly, chocolate spilling everywhere, but you don’t care. Eddie smiles widely at you slipping the ring on your finger.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. A spark shot up your spine, it was like you were having your first kiss all over again. The pressure of his lips against yours was intoxicating, and it wasn’t long until he slipped his tongue into your mouth, and his hand started trailing up your leg. You pulled away slightly, resting your forehead on his. “I love you Eddie Munson” You whispered.

“I love you too, y/n Munson”

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Eddie munson x Fem! reader

Summary: How you and Eddie became secret lovers, after being life long enemies.

A/n: This was my first ever request, and my first ever smut fic. I also think its one of my longest. 

Warnings: Smut! Swearing, p in v, unprotected, daddy kink, princess, bj, deep throat, being eating out. A whole lot of dirtiness

word count: 3278

18+ Only. Do not read if you are a minor

Requested by: @punxunited01-blog

At Hawkins High school it was no secret that there was a hierarchy among the students. Everyone knew it, the teachers the parents, but the adults all decided to turn their heads away from it, pretend it didn’t exist. Of course, at the top of the ‘food chain’ were the jocks and the cheerleaders, known for their good looks, money or just how easily they’ll crawl into bed; they were the popular crowd, the crowd everyone (well almost everyone) wanted to be in, but only a select few were good enough for the clique.

Next in the food chain were the ‘normal kids’, the ones who weren’t jocks, cheerleaders or rich enough to be in the popular group, but also weren’t geeks, nerds or teachers’ pets. This group live in the shadows, faded into the background most of the time. Consisting of plain janes and plain johns, nothing too exciting about them. Sometimes the ‘normal kids’ could flick between groups, some had friends in the popular crowds, as well as the nerd crowd. To the group, the hierarchy was a pick and mix, they couldn’t move from where they were, but they could have friends in higher groups and be accepted a little more.

The third level of the food chain, the bronze medal is awarded to the nerds and geeks. The ones who love board games, role playing games or were just straight up teacher’s pets. This group tended to get bullied a lot by the popular crowd, and sometimes the ‘normal kids’ would join in with the jeering. They were unliked by the student population, but the teachers tended to love them, which made them even less popular.

And then you have the bottom of the tiers, the freaks. The ones who dressed differently, dark colours, band shirts and had their hair styled differently to the normal crazy big hair or mullets. The ones who did their own things, the non-conformists to society. This group was bullied the most and tormented by all. However, what most people didn’t know what that within the freaks there was a divide, a canyon that split the unpopulars into small groups; a whole hierarchy within itself. And at the top were the punks and the metalheads, opposite sides of the same coin, sworn enemies, fighting to be the populars of the unpopulars.

The metalheads leader (not that there were very many metalheads in Hawkins high) was Eddie Munson. A tall man, with long hair, that constantly looks unbrushed. He was bullied badly, but everyone who got to know him, always said he was a sweetheart. The leader of the opposition; the punks, was you. You and Eddie had known each other for years, since you were saplings, having gotten into many fights, arguments and detentions together in your younger years. Though as you entered high school, the two of you realised the best way to deal with each other, was to not deal with each other at all, to avoid each other; so that’s what you did.

You would sit on the other side of the cafeteria from each other, sending scowls and hateful glares. Mouthing swearwords as you past each other in the hallways, pulling faces at the rest of the group that the other hung around with. But what the rest of the freaks didn’t know was that the hate was all for show. Secretly, those heated glares and scowls, conveyed the opposite emotions of softness and admiration, reminding each other of the gentle touches only the two of you knew. It was your little secret. Though it wasn’t always this way, at some point the two of you truly hated each other, but that all came to a head a year ago.

~ A year ago ~

The bell had rung for class roughly five minutes ago, but like the rest of the freaks and unpopulars you stayed behind, waited for the rush of goody-two-shoes and bullies clear out, waiting until the hallways was relatively quiet. There were only a few people left in the hallways, the sounds of multiple teacher’s voices echoing through doors as they yelled at unruly students. You weren’t paying attention, you never did when the halls were this quiet, they allowed you to slip into your own head, enjoy your own company, well that was until you walked straight into a brick wall; well, what you thought was a brick wall. The one person you despised was stood over you, towering like a skyscraper, his long messy hair framing his face.

“Egh” you grunted, stumbling backwards, staring angrily at the shaggy haired giant in front of you. Face full of disgust. You wiped at your ripped jeans, as if trying to wipe the germs off of you. “Don’t touch me” you growled through your teeth, eyes clenching into a glace, staring into his brown eyes, trying to convey your fury.

“I didn’t princess, you did” He drawled, a sarcastic twang escaping his red plump lips, a look of satisfaction washing over his face as he could tell the nickname and tone of voice had your blood boiling.

“Say that again” You barked, referring to the nickname. A guttural sound escaping your throat, making you sound like a worked up wild animal, “I fucking dare you!”

Eddie just chuckled, a deep noise that send unwanted shivers down your spine. He was enjoying this, which just pissed you off even more. God, was he infuriating. His eyes stayed trained on yours, as he took a step forward, you taking a step back, the game of cat and mouse continuing until your back hit the cold metal locker behind you. His smirk deepened, as he caged your body in, leaning his head towards your ear, his lips ghosting against your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re angry” He whispered seductively, his deep husky voice drenching your body in a cold sweat, sending sensations straight to your core. You couldn’t think straight his smell intoxicating, and as soon as it entered your sense it was gone, he was backing up away from you before you were nowhere near each other. “Princess” He whispered, your eyes widening as you felt your core tighten in want, which just fuelled your anger. You stalked towards him, like a panther hunting its prey, yet Eddie didn’t move. Instead, he chuckled again, that deep chuckle that you hated and loved at the same time.

“You’re driving me out of my fucking mind, Munson” You grumbled half-heartedly, jabbing him in the chest with your pointer finger to accentuate each word, before throwing your arms up in exasperation. But before you could continue, Eddie had grabbed your hands above your head, backing you back against the lockers, the coldness of the metal, cooling your hot skin instantly.

“You bark a lot, princess. Wanna see how hard I can bite?” He ghosted his lips against your ear, biting slightly on your ear lobe, before pulling away. Slick started to coat your underwear as he teased you, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning. God how you hated him, how he affected you.

“I bet you can’t bite that hard” You challenged, lifting your head to meet his eyes, nose bumping against his, before your eyes hardened, challenging him to prove you wrong.

“I have many other uses for your pretty mouth princess. Well, other than you’re barking at me” He whispered huskily, eyes communicating that the challenge has been accepted.

“Like wha-!” You tried to respond, but you were interrupted by his lips pushing against yours, teeth clashing against each other. The kiss was sloppy, rough and aggressive, any leftover pent-up anger (or sexual tension on your part) being communicated between the two of you. Eddie, slowly loosened his grip on your wrists, allowing your arms to relax, your hands instantly going to his hair, playing with the scruffy yet soft strands. He slammed his hand against the locker to balance himself, the kiss breaking slightly when you jumped in surprise, drawing a small laugh from between his lips. You were separated for a couple of second before his lips were back on yours. He pushed his lips harder against yours (if that was even possible) and then suddenly he bit your lip hard, drawing blood. A small moan escaped past your lips, being swallowed by him, even more slick escaping your pussy.

Eddie smirked against your lips, continuing the unrelenting nibbling and biting, transitioning from your lips to your jawline and down your neck. Stepping forward, so your bodies were touching, the warmth radiating from his crotch was intoxicating, and you got wetter, when he started to rub his hard on against you, your clothes giving the both of you the friction you need. He pulled away from your neck, a happy smile across his face.

“Told you I can bite… Princess” He whispered, his swollen lips so tantalising and delicious.

“Bite me harder… daddy” You replied, preying that the new nickname (a big kink of yours) would not ruin everything happening between you. But it didn’t, instead hearing you call him daddy spurred Eddie on, eliciting a deep animalistic growl from his throat, and it was all that it took for him to grab your hand and drag you down the now empty corridor to find an abandoned classroom.

It wasn’t that hard to find a classroom, most of the west hallway being abandoned. Though the door was locked, yet a bit of jiggling on the handle, meant it opened with a swing. And as soon as it did, his lips were on yours, fighting for dominance as you crosse the threshold. Eddie kicking the door behind you, slamming it shut, guiding you backwards towards the teacher’s desk. Eddie winning the dominance competition when his tongue slipped past your lips.

Your back hit the corner of the desk, and you squeaked in pain, as it dug into your soft skin. Eddie pulled his lips away from yours quickly, eyes searching yours, almost like he was searching your soul. “Sorry sweetheart” He whispered as softly as he could, before pulling you forward slightly, his warm hands rubbing and massaging the area that hurt.

When he knew that you were ok, his lips touched yours, continuing his torment as his hands reached down, grabbing handfuls of your ass, before lifting you gently onto the wooden surface. His hands started roaming your body, as yours lifted to his neck, running your fingers through his hair. His fingers danced against your thigh, as you slowly moved your hands down, grazing softly against his covered chest, before dipping under the hem of his shirt, and touching is soft warm skin. The feeling of his skin against yours sent sparks flying, and you pulled your hand away quickly like you were burnt. But you craved his skin, his touch; and it wasn’t long until your hand was trailing under his shirt again, fingers ghosting down his torso, finding his happy trail and down to the cold metal of his belt buckle. Your fingers fiddle with the metal and soon Eddie’s pants were falling down around his ankles. He kicked them to the side, as he pulled away from your slips, hands pulling at the bottom of your t-shirt, before pulling it up and whipping it off of your head. His eyes widened as he spotted your bra, and it wasn’t long until it was thrown across the classroom, your nipples hardening and perking up due to the cold. He wasted no time, dipping his head down, and taking your right bud into his mouth. The warmth and wetness of his mouth around your sensitive nipple, as he pinched and pulled on your other one, pulled a deep moan from within your core, making you soak your underwear completely.

He pulled away from your chest, other hand coming up to play with your nipple that had just been in your mouth. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now” He grumbled; eyes fixated on your body. He dropped his hands, watching as your boobs jiggled. He slowly started to slide his boxes down his legs, you stared, watching as his thick cock sprung free, pre cum leaking from the red tip. You stared in aww and apprehension, you had never been with someone of his size before.

“This cock isn’t going to suck itself” he grunted, his deep voice pulling you out of your trance, as you watched his hand slowly pump his cock, pre-cum taunting you. You slipped off of the wooden desk slowly, tits jiggling as you landed. “On your knees, princess” He ordered, hand on the top of your head, gripping your hair tightly as he pushed you to your knees. As soon as your knees hit the floor, (slightly padded by the jeans you were still wearing), he starts pushing your head towards his dick. You open your mouth on instinct, allowing him to push his dick as far in as possible, his pre-cum coats your tongue and you can’t get enough of the sweet yet salty flavour.

“You look good on your knees” he praises, as you swallow the whole of his cock, gagging slightly as he holds your head in place, groaning and moaning as your tongue runs up and down his shaft. “Fuck baby! Just like that” He moans above you as you continue deep throating him, head bobbing up and down on his dick, before he roughly grabs your hair and pulls your head back, smacking you face with his cock.

“Stand up princess” He orders, and you obey, muttering a small “yes daddy”. He throws you roughly against the desk, pulling down your skinny jeans. His fingers work their way under your underwear until he feels your slick. “Fuck” he moans, “Such a wet little pussy, all for me” he murmurs in a trance, before spreading your legs and using a finger to enter you, letting a small gasp escape your lips. He pumps his middle finger in and out of you a couple of times before adding a second one, wet sounds and breathy moans echoing around the classroom. He removes his fingers, and you whine at the loss of touch and pleasure. He chuckles as you pout at him, before sucking your juices off of his fingers. “Fuck baby, you taste so good” he moans, before bending down, moving your underwear aside even more, his hot breath fanning your pussy. Eddie flicks his tongue out and ghosts it over your wetness, earning a squeak and more slick to leak out of you before he dives in and roughly starts eating you out. Loud moans escaping your lips, as his fingers start to play with your clit.

“Daddy!” you scream, feeling the familiar tensing in your lower abdomen from earlier. He continues his ministrations, tongue lapping at your clit, fingers pumping in and out of your wet, sensitive pussy. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum” you moan loudly.

“Cum for me princess” Eddie mumbles into your pussy, the vibrations of his voice travelling up to your core, as he continues to roughly eat you out like you were his last meal. With one final lick, his tongue flicks your clit and then he presses against it, pushing against your sensitive nub. The pressure within you snaps, and you buck your hips slightly, squirming as your orgasm rushes through you, squirting slightly. Even as you’re coming down from your high, Eddie continues licking and eating up all your slick.

“Look at my pretty girl” He whispers, eyes staring at your naked body in admiration “Squirting all over the desk”. His lips, travel up your body, kissing over your hips and bellybutton, detouring to kiss any tattoos you have, before sucking at your clavicle, drawing a moan from your lips.

“Stop teasing me” you whine, as you rub your thighs together, trying to bring back the sweet sensation of friction between your legs, “I want you inside me.”

“Think you can handle me, princess” He questions, hand pumping his big cock, getting himself ready. Watching as his hand bobs up and down his cock, you nod your head eagerly in answer to his question. He steps forward rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your slit, teasing you, before pushing the head in. You moan together, before he crashes his plump lips against yours. “Fuck baby! You’re so tight” He murmurs between breaths, before pushing himself into you even more.

“Keep going” you plead, eyes staring into his. You could see the concern; the care and you nod your head in answer to his silent question. That’s all he needed, before he snapped his hips forward, pushing the rest of his cock into your pussy, his balls hitting your ass.

“Good girl ~ that’s a good fucking girl” He praised, spitting in his hand, and rubbing his saliva and fingers against your clit. He gives you a few moments to adjust before he nearly pulls the whole way out and slams back into you. He’s rough, yet gentle at the same time and his scent just intoxicates you just like earlier. He thrusts into you hard, tip of his cock hitting the right spot within you, making your eyes roll backwards into your head, small little moans escaping your bruised lips.

“What pretty noises you’re making for me… am I making you feel good?” He drawls. But when he gets no answer, he asks you again, voice deeper, “Am I making you feel good?”

“Y-yes” you stutter, drunk on his cock.

“Yes, what?” He growls, hand reaching out, and settling around your throat, tightening slightly.

“Yes, daddy” you cry out, not caring if anyone hears you. Eddie loosens his grip around your throat, going back to rubbing your clit.

“Good, girl” He praises, “You belong to me”

His hips thrust faster within you, his cock hitting your g-spot every time. He can tell your close, as your pussy starts to clench around his cock. “If you want to cum, you better beg” Eddie grumbles, coming close himself.

“Daddy, please!” You cry out, feeling the pressure build “Let me cum!” You scream.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me” He orders. Your pussy clenches tightly, the elastic band in your abdomen snapping, your hips, pushing Eddie’s cock into you deeper. Your arms racking down his back, nails digging red lines into his pale skin. “Fuck baby!” Eddie grunts, snapping his hips into you one last time, before he fills you with his cum, coating your walls. He falls on top of you, your body taking his weight, the two of you panting gathering your breath back.

“wow” you utter, drawing deep laugher out of Eddie, vibrations travelling through you.

“I can’t believe we just did that” You continue, hands playing with his curls absentmindedly.

“Why not?” Eddie questions, pulling his limp cock out of your sore and over stimulated pussy.

“Why?” you question puzzled. “Because we’re enemies, and we’re in the school” You laugh, smacking the man above you slightly on the chest, “and we’re in the school” you repeat, it dawns on you that anyone could have walked in, after you forgot to re-lock the door.

“Hate to break it to you princess” Eddie utters “But, we passed being enemies, as soon as we entered this classroom” he chuckles, pulling a laugh out of you, which you try to stifle as you feel his seed escape from you. You look up into his brown eyes, and smile before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you, Eddie Munson”.

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hey! would you mind doing dustin x fem!reader...? about anything really, i just need more fics of him because i love him and i barely ever see any

phew, sorry, life got my ass before I could start this lmao. I got sick again but luckily my new house doesn't have nasty shit in the walls so let's hope this gets better 👍

Anyways, have some awkward teenage flirting and confessions with 641 words ♡

You only said yes when you were asked by a teacher if you wanted to sign up for camp Know-Where because you thought she said camp Nowhere, but next thing you knew you were on a bus full of nerds. Like, textbook nerds. The kids behind you just kept going on and on about science stuff and it gave you a headache. And when you turned around to tell them to shut up, you met Dustin.

Now you can't seem to shake him away from you, even a year later.

"C'mon, just sit in on this session to see if you like it!" Dustin says, trying to convince you to get into d&d for what seems like the millionth time in the span of this short year in which you've known each other.

"For the last time, I have better things to do, Dustin. Speaking of, you have a book report that you can't afford to get an F on if you wanna keep a good grade." You remind him, sticking a finger into his shoulder, watching red bloom in his cheeks as he rolls his eyes and walks past you into the drama room where Hellfire is held. Unfortunately, even though you prefer being alone, you don't like going places by yourself, so you have to jog to catch up with him.

You've never seen him like this before, his eyes wide and lips parted just barely as he listens so intently to Eddie's theatrical speech, you think not even a tornado passing through would shake him. You sit away from the table, watching as he yells and cheers, going through the most colorful range of emotions you've ever seen.

And when they win, who does he go to? Straight to you, taking you in his arms and squeezing tight. "So!?" He says over the yelling of his fellow Hellfire Club members, a big smile on his face. You just shake your head, letting the boy drag you outside along with Mike and Erica, the promise of his mom paying for pizza being what lures the other two, but it's Dustin that seems to capture your focus. He always seems to do that for you, doesn't he? Even in summer camp.

You've been to Dustin's house countless times, but none where him and Mike are arguing over a pizza and character sheets. The phone has rung about 4 times, his mom calling because Mike has to pack for California to see Will and El for spring break, but the boy just refused to pack on time. When he finally does leave, it's just you and Dustin.

Just you and Dustin.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't scared. Not of him, but of yourself. You get this terrible horrible feeling in your chest that you might say something stupid and mess this all up, but it seems like Dustin is one step ahead of you.

"Hey. Hypothetically, what would you say if I.. asked you to the movies this weekend. As a date." He asks you with a slight tilt of his head and a nervous smile. You can't believe your own ears. It's not like you're some science nerd or d&d fanatic like he is, so why you? You don't bother to ask, just grateful this is happening in the first place.

"Hypothetically.. I'd say yes." You reply, your shaky hand finding his own. You hate all this awkward eye contact but you can't seem to look away, not when his eyes seem bluer than normal– god, when did they get so blue?

"Cool.. cool. So.." He starts, trailing off as you nod.

"Yeah. Uh– sure." You say a little too quickly. You're both just laughing a little now, this is just too awkward to take seriously.

But now you've got a date this weekend. And you feel pretty damn good about it.

Bickering in his car

a/n: This is the first time i’ve ever written anything so its not the best

You and Steve had been arguing for the past hour. You were on a road trip and Steve was driving. You were in the passenger seat and Dustin and Murray were sat in the back. Apparently you and Steve weren’t allowed alone without adult supervision because you’re too ‘childish’ together so Murray came along, mainly to give you both relationship advice. You and Steve were going back and forth then Murray butted in.

“CHILDREN CHILDREN CHILDREN. This interminable bickering was amusing at first but it’s getting very stale and we’ve still got a long drive ahead of us. So why don’t you two cut the bullshit and get to the part where you admit your sexual feelings for one another”

“WOAH” You and Steve said together in shock.

“SPARE ME SPARE ME. Yes yes he used to be King Steve I know. Probably reminds you of a bad relationship and gosh you’d really like a nice guy to settle down with but admit it. You’re really curious to know what he’s like in the sack” Murray said to you then turned to Steve.

“and you HA. You’re just a big man baby. You’d rather act tough than show your true feelings because the last time you did that you got hurt. Owie” Murray said to Steve then looked at the both of you.

“And now rather than admitting these feelings you’re dancing around one another with this mind numbing and frankly borish mating ritual so please for my sake either quit your bickering or pull over tear off those clothes AND GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY” He said making you and Steve go silent.

A few minutes of silence passed then Steve spoke up not taking his eyes off of the road. “Y’know he’s not actually wrong. I do like you.” He said to you making Murray smirk. Dustin was about to say something but Murray stopped him.

“You do? Well I like you too, I have for a while. Even when you were King Steve” You replied making Steve laugh.

“Oh yeah?” Steve asked raising his eyebrow finally taking his eyes off of the road to look at you.

“Yeah” You reply smirking at him. The rest of the drive was peaceful and there wasn’t anymore bickering between you and Steve.