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[almostgigi]

Musician!reader - her album

Cw: cursing, sexism, period talk, very lil of Eddie.

After serious accusations on his manager being a complete asshole and a sexist pig against other women and reader herself, she releases her first album on her own domain. Femininity is a cry of "enough", a beating to all the men who think they are better than women just because they are men.

Eddie helps reader with the media and marketing for the album to be heard as is an album made only by women and has no record label.

G I R L M A T H - is a silly little song about women and the things they do in daily life. The concept has been shared on social media and is a current meme in the fandom. But also works as a reminder that we are as smart as you even when we use silly concepts for the things we do.

W I F E M A T E R I A L - the reason reader made this song is because her manager told her once that no matter how many good man she dated, she'll never be wife material, she'll never be enough for them to consider her as more than a beautiful body and a pretty face. This is her comeback.

C O C K T A I L D R E S S E S - third song on the album is about all the things women can do while looking pretty, aka the cocktail dresses.

C O R S E T A N D M A K E U P - almost the same concept as the one before, this song talks about how women has been under the pressure of using things like corsets and makeup to look pretty before, going through the memory of important women like Marie Antoinette, powerful queens all around the world, miss world beauty pageants and more, but now we are free to use them only if we want to.

T H E M A I D - fifth song on the album starts with a man's voice, aka Eddie, saying "I know babe but I'm so tired, just clean it, that's your job anyway" followed by a loud scream and the song starts blasting. Being more of a rock song, talks about how men see us sometimes as "the maid" wanting us to do everything around the house but they never help with the chores.

G R W M or G E T R E A D Y W I T H M E - sixth song in the album and the main single that started everything, the song talk about getting ready to go get revenge. In the music video we can se reader waking up and brushing her teeth, following her skincare routine and her makeup routine as well as her choosing the outfit of the day while she sings the song looking at the camera.

O P P R E S S I O N - a song about nothing more than the oppression women stand every day since existence.

O V E R R E A C T I N G - as queen herself Taylor Swift said "a man is allowed to react, a women can only overreact".

M O O D Y - how many times we had a temper and men accused us of being on our period? more than I want to admit. This song is about being moody, doing what we want because we can and not because we are in a mood thanks to our period.

I <3 H E R - last song on the album and the lost personal one, talks about her and her mother. Is a love letter to the women who gave her life and to all the mothers in the world.

[almostgigi]

i called her on the phone and she touched herself - e.m.

ghostface eddie munson x fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: voyerism, mutual masturbation, phone sex, eddie’s a perv but we’re into it, alluding to a knife kink, lots of scream references

i ended up taking a look at this fic today and making some little tweaks and i love it so much more now. this is another repost from my old account but i promise new content will be coming soon. enjoy xx.

word count: 1.5k

The phone rings, loud and shrill in your ear.

It sound causing you to flinch in surprise, heart thudding in your chest as you reach for the receiver. The cheesy horror movie playing on your small tv set now forgotten as you pick up the line.

“Hello?” Your voice sounds a little breathless, a deep chuckle resounding in your ear.

“Hello sweetheart.”

The voice on the other end was husky, smooth yet confident. “Who is this?” You feign a bored tone, your thighs squeezing together unintentionally.

You’d never been so attracted to someone’s voice before— and he’d only spoken two words to you. But something about it felt oddly… familiar.

“Were you expecting a call from someone?” The male asks, shifting slightly on your bed to glance at your bedside clock. 8:43 PM.

Steve would still be working at the video store, or he was supposed to be. Unless he decided to prank call you during a lull in customers. Which could very well be a possibility.

“Maybe… why do you wanna know?” Your tone is overly flirty as you decide to play along. The call now much more exciting than the movie playing out on your tv screen.

You’d never take a suggestion from Keith ever again.

“Hm, a pretty girl like you must be waiting on a call from a boyfriend?” You can’t help but laugh at that notion, serious relationships weren’t your thing. As attractive and persistent as Steve was, a relationship is the last thing you wanted to tangle yourself in right now.

But he clearly was still trying too hard.

You breathe out a heavy sigh, “Nope, no boyfriend.”

Despite being a usually observant person, you still weren’t aware of the eyes trained on your half naked figure. The dark cloaked figure watching from the tree that faced your bedroom window, “Mm, lucky me then.”

You glance back at the screen as the music begins to swell, hinting that one of the teenagers would be killed off at any moment. A loud scream fills the room, as the killer takes the camp counselor by surprise.

“What’s that sound?” He asks, unable to see the television from his vantage point. “Oh, just a movie.”

The male hums deeply, the sound causing you to squirm against your bedsheets. Heat pools in your lower belly as you mindlessly let your fingertips dance along the edge of your lace panties.

“What kind of movie?” He probes, his dark eyes now drawn to your thighs.

You begin shifting, laying back against your pillows. Resting the receiver between your ear and shoulder as you spread your legs open. Unintentionally giving him the perfect view as you dip your fingers past the flimsy material. The sight causes his cock to stir beneath his dark jeans.

“A scary one.” You reply, despite this being the least scary thing you’ve ever seen.

Eddie grins beneath the white ghostface mask, sheathing his blade once more before he reaches for the zipper on his pants. Tugging it down to free his hardened cock, pulling his mouth away from the phone to spit into the palm of his hand. Now wrapping it around his thick length as your fingers begin circling over your clit.

While the brunette had come here with the intention to scare you… this turn of events was much more interesting.

“Oh, you like scary movies?”

He grins, enjoying how your voice seems to shake over the line, but not for the reason he initially expected.

“Y-Yes…” Only pleasure laces your tone.

Eddie inhales deeply, watching as you twirl your fingers around the phone cord with your other hand. The light of the television illuminating your body with an almost ethereal like glow, “Hmm, what’s your favorite scary movie sweetheart?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, now shoving your soaked underwear down your thighs. Kicking them off the edge of your bed as you dip a finger inside yourself. Chewing on your lower lip to hold back the moan you wanted to let escape as you eagerly slip another digit inside.

This wasn’t the first time you’d touched yourself like this with Steve on the other end of the phone, but this was by far the most exciting.

Little did you know the male on the other end was definitely not Steve Harrington.

Dropping the twisted cord you grip the receiver in your unoccupied hand, eyes fluttering shut as you begin pumping your fingers deep inside yourself. Letting your thumb brush over your swollen clit as you curl your fingers up.

“Halloween.” You breathe, a low grunt sounding on the other end of the line as the male strokes his cock in tandem with each thrust of your fingers. The slick sounds reverberating softly through the receiver.

“Is that the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around stalking babysitters?” He asks, despite already knowing the answer himself.

A soft ‘mhm’ leaving you as you revel in his throaty moans.

“I liked that one… it was scary.” His voice drops an octave, Eddie unintentionally slipping into his dungeon master voice.

Keeping the cell phone tucked into his shoulder as he adjusts himself between the tree branches. Increasing the pace of his fist as he continues to watch you pleasure yourself through your window.

The movie playing out on your tv screen is now long forgotten as his deep voice is the only thing you can focus on.

“I like that thing you’re doing with your voice, Steve. It’s sexy.” You whimper, already feeling yourself teetering on the edge of bliss. No longer able to keep up the oblivious act anymore.

Eddie chuckles darkly, sending a shiver up your spine. “Oh sweetheart, this isn’t Steve.”

As much as those words should frighten you, it only seems to increase the tightening in your lower belly. The jealous edge to them causes a high pitched whine to leave your lips, pumping your fingers even faster into your dripping heat. Increasing the pressure on your clit, as the male’s deep moans fill your ears.

“God you little slut, you gonna cum f’me?” He growls, feeling his own orgasm drawing near.

His cock twitches in his rough palm as he observes your lower half lifting up off the mattress. Thighs trembling as your orgasm washes over you, milky white spilling over onto his ringed fingers.

Heavy breathing is all that is passed back and forth between the two of you for a moment, your body falling limp against the mattress.

“Fuck, you look so pretty when you cum baby…” while it was whispered into the phone, you still heard it.

You recognized the husky voice instantly— the pretty but rugged metalhead who always gave you a discount on your weed.

Eddie Munson.

Your eyes instantly snap open, dropping the phone as you sit up. Letting your fingers slip from your drenched core as you rise to your feet. Padding over to your bedroom window and gazing out into the dark night.

Catching sight of a white ghostface mask in between the branches opposite your window. Your eyes meet as you reach back over for the phone, your juices smearing over the handle as you grab onto it. Amusement dancing over your features as you tilt your head at him.

“Do you spy on all the girls you deal to, Munson?” You pause, clearly catching the male off guard, “Or am I a special case?”

Eddie doubles back, stuttering out a reply as he attempts to disguise his voice once more but it was too late— you caught him.

“I promise this isn’t what it seems, sweetheart.”

A small giggle leaves your lips as he fumbles his way down from the tree, removing the mask so he could see properly. His bangs stick to his forehead, pale skin flushed pink under the bright moonlight.

He drops the phone and his knife in his haste, the glint of the blade catching your attention. The way the sharp metal reflects in the light makes your heart race, arousal coursing through your veins. Licking your lips as he picks up the dropped items, his brown eyes meeting yours through the glass.

“I think I know why you came here Munson…” you hum into the receiver once he returns the phone to his ear, your sultry tone making his cock stir in his jeans again.

“Why’s that sweet thing?” He bites back, his dark eyes not leaving your silhouette.

“Someone wants to play psycho killer… but it looks like you need a helpless victim.”

You lean your forearms on your windowsill, noticing the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows down a moan. His ringed fingers gripping tightly onto the handle of the blade, the male desperately hanging on your every word. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Eddie curses, your words going straight to his now throbbing cock. There was no way he was passing you up on this offer.

“Now… tell me Mr. Ghostface, what do you want?” You feign a frightened tone as you pose the question.

His shallow breaths mingling with the static on the line, anticipation bubbling up inside you.

“I wanna know what your insides feel like.” He groans, his words sending heat straight between your legs. Squirming as you watch him pull the mask down over his face, glancing back up at you with a predatory look.

“Then come and find out freak.”

Click.

[almostgigi]

ohhh pls do eddie x reader having sex in the library, on a table, and gareth almost catches them🎀

dom!eddie & daddy kink?🌷

Pairing: Dom!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, public sex, p in v, daddy kink, praise, almost getting caught

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"You like that, baby?" He whispers harshly in your ear as he pounds into you from the back, his hand grips your hair and pulls your head back roughly. You desperately try to stay quiet as to not alert any passersby of the crude act you're committing.

"Y-Yes, daddy" your voice shakes because of the sheer force of Eddie's thrusts, your hands grip onto the front of the table to brace yourself for the brutal fucking he was giving you. Your pussy clenches his cock tightly with every thrust as he easily slides in and out of you.

Eddie snakes his hand between your legs and immediately finds your clit. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, baby girl" he smiles against your ear "cum all over my cock"

Your breathing gets heavier as pleasure runs through your body, you can feel your orgasm approaching rapidly as Eddie's fingers circle your sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure. You can feel yourself starting to lose control, soft strained moans fly from your mouth "fuck" you whisper

"That's it baby, let it-" before he could finish he's interrupted by a whisper from a few feet in the distance. Eddie abruptly stopped pumping into you when he hears "Eddie?"

"Shit" he mutters under his breath and covers your mouth with his hand "don't make a fucking sound" he warned. You whimper softly into his palm, you feel so frustrated because of the sudden interruption. You needed to cum. Bad.

"Eddie?" The voice called out again, this time you recognized it to be Gareth, Eddie's long time friend and band mate. "Eddie are you in here? We have rehearsal in an hour" you hear footsteps getting closer and closer to the back of the library, you try to pull away from Eddie but he pulls you back.

"Don't move," he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you tight against his chest, he presses his hand against your mouth harder "he won't find us back here, he'll give up soon" slowly he starts to buck his hips, a gasp gets caught in your throat as you feel every inch of his dick move deep inside.

"That's it, take it for daddy" he whispers smugly as he gives you deep sensual strokes, his cock rubs against your G spot perfectly with each thrust "you're so fucking close, aren't you?"

Your eyes dart around the small space searching for any signs of Gareth, you tried so hard not to cum but fuck it felt so good. All of your worries of getting caught instantly leave your body as you feel yourself go over the edge.

You didn’t hear the footsteps retreat as your orgasm washes over you, you tremble under his touch causing the table to shake a little but Gareth doesn’t hear it. Eddie doesn’t stop fucking you even after you cum

“Such a good girl” he kisses your neck softly “you take daddy so well” he whispers against your skin “but I’m not done with you.”

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[almostgigi]

dom!eddie x sub!reader

riding eddie on the couch and wayne catching them😋

Pairing: Dom!Eddie Munson x Sub!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, p in v, getting caught, “slut” is used once

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

Your legs are wrapped around Eddie's waist as you rock your hips back and forth, you can feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of your tightness. You let out soft breathless moans and wrap your arms around his neck and pushing yourself further onto him. Eddie's big and rough hands are gripping your hips tightly, guiding your body with every thrust.

"Good girl, ride my cock just like that" he praises and starts to move your body a little faster, you can feel the old dated couch beneath the both of you start to sink as things become more intense. Eddie nuzzles his face into your neck, his warm breath tickles which turns you on even more. "You're such a good little slut for me" he whispers, lust laced in every syllable.

The only thing that could be heard in the trailer were your moans and the sound of skin slapping together as you began to bounce up and down on his cock. "Oh fuck, baby" you moaned out loudly, the immense pleasure started to turn your brain to mush, you couldn't comprehend anything else going on around you except for fucking Eddie. And damn, you love fucking Eddie.

Eddie moved his hands from your hips, allowing you to keep the pace, and grabs both of your tits. He squeezes them roughly, not enough to hurt you but just enough to make you go crazy. His calloused thumbs graze your hard and sensitive nipples causing you to whimper softly at just the slightest touch. "Mmm" he hums "so responsive"

You were both so caught up in the moment you didn't hear the trailer door open, it wasn't till you heard the older man's gravelly voice did you realize you weren't alone. "Dear lord" Wayne Munson spoke, your eyes widen and immediately try to get off of Eddie but he pulled you back down and threw a blanket over you haphazardly. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Wayne, seeing his face would make this even worse.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie yells out, annoyed that you two were interrupted “do you mind?”

“Um,” you can hear the shock and bewilderment in Wayne’s voice “I’ll just uh-” before he finished his sentence you could hear quick steps and the door slam shut. Eddie lets out a frustrated sigh and looks back up at you.

“So, where were we?” He says casually as if unfazed by what happened, his cock still buried deep inside you.

“What?” Your heart was beating out of your chest with embarrassment and lingering desire, you couldn’t believe you got caught but it gave you quite the rush “we can’t keep going” you try to reason with him but you knew it was no good.

“We can and we are,” he says with finality in his voice and begins to thrust up into you “I don’t care who sees, this is my pussy and I decide when I fuck it, understood?” He increases his pace and hold you in place as he jackhammers into your wet hole

The feeling of his cock stretching you out was too good to resist, you knew it was wrong but Eddie had a way of making you feel things no one else could, moans start to flow freely from you once again.

“Yes, sir”

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🌧️ Rainy night cuddling 🌧️

"I can't hear the rain with all your snoring" I complain trying to find a better position to sleep.

"Sorry, can't really breathe properly with the allergies babe" he turns to meet me and I regret complaining.

"hope medication works, sorry I was a little bitchy to you just now" I lower my look and my voice. He holds me for the first time in the whole night.

"I'll try my best to keep it down, you sleep baby" I put my head in his chest and I feel his heartbeat get faster.

"I wish I could stay here my entire life" I put my arms around him and hold him tight.

"I'll be here as long as you want me" he says patting my head. Nights like this one where the ones where I could really understand why we choose each other.

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Eddie brings you flowers

"I'm in the kitchen!" I yell as I hear the door closing and the keys being put in its plate. It's five o'clock like every day he comes home from work.

"what's that delicious smell?" he asks entering the kitchen. I answer him without turning yet.

"I'm making dinner, I know it's still early, but I thought I could start making this recipe I found online. It says that helps with sugar regulation and blood pressure. It has a few things you like so I hope you..." I turn around finally but I stop talking. I can't believe my eyes.

"What is it, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?" he's standing there with a huge flower bouquet in his hands.

"shut up, what is all this?" my mouth is wide open and my eyes too.

"something I thought you'll like" he gives them to me and I smell them.

"what's the occasion?" I wonder why he would give me this.

"just your pure existence. I don't know my love, just saw them and thought they were pretty, and when I think of pretty I think of you, so I bought them and brought them to you" he kisses my cheek and goes to the stove to try my food that's in the making.

"I love you so much" I say looking at him with my eyes full of admiration.

"love you more than you could ever think, my sweet girl" I'm gonna marry this guy.

[almostgigi]

Illict Affairs

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Something changed within Eddie and now he only has time to fuck you and dump you like you mean nothing.

Warnings: SMUT (MDNI), angst, hurt/no comfort, eddie using reader (being bit of a fuckboy), dirty talk, praise kink, teasing, begging, a little degradation, spanking, hair pulling, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink if you squint

WC: 3.7K

(after months it’s finally done! i hope you enjoy)

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Things were so simple before Eddie made new friends. The two of you would go out in public, hand in hand, lips pressed to your temples. One would never be seen without the other. 

It was common knowledge to know what the two of you had going on; the stolen kisses and even more behind closed doors. It was never an official thing between the two of you, but you always hoped it could be. 

That all quickly changed once he got more friends. It was now late-night calls, meeting in dimly lit parking lots so he could fuck in the back of his van and then drop you off back home before going to wherever it was that kept him from you.

Eddie used to be so gentle with you. Letting his friends know you were his girl, taking you on small dates. He was still like that, but you only saw that in private now. 

And as much as your heart broke being his fling, you couldn’t say no to him. Not when he treated you so well, doted on you, loved on you. Not when he made you smile so big your cheeks hurt. Not when the sex was so good that you could barely walk the next morning. 

Eddie said it was this way because he wasn’t good at love, that he could never give you what you truly wanted in life. But you knew that was all a lie. You saw how he loved and cared for you. His eyes were so full of it. You just wish he saw what you saw. 

That’s how you ended up where you are now, hurrying to get out the door after he had called you from a pay phone, telling you to meet you at the car shop parking lot for a quickie. You wanted this time to be the last. You even told yourself that as you passed on the perfume, knowing he would complain about the lingering smell once he was finished with you. 

Deep down in your mind, though, you know you’ll crave him the second he drives off your street. Your heart will ache, and you’ll repeat the same circle of getting hurt all over. 

Did he know how much you hurt being the second choice now? Did he know how much you yearned to go back to the way it was before everything had happened? Did he know your feelings for him?

You were so caught up in your feelings that you didn’t realize that you had made it to the parking lot. Eddie was sitting in the back of the van, his legs dangling as he held a lit cigarette between his lips when you spotted him.

“Finally! I was starting to think you blew me off.” He stepped down from the vehicle, quickly making his way to engulf you in his arms. 

That scent, his scent. It’s another thing you crave from him; lingering smoke, musk, a bit of sandalwood. It was the same old cologne that he borrowed from his uncle Wayne and you never got tired of it. You wish you could smell it forever, let it seep through your pores, and stay there. 

“No, you know I couldn’t blow you off.” God, how you wish you could. You want nothing more than to say no to him, but you can’t. He’ll always find another way to rope you in. 

“Well,” his hands dropped lower, gliding across the plump of your ass. “Now that you’re here…”

Eddie never wasted time.

The heat in your body felt like it had turned up 90 degrees just from having his hands on you. You wanted them everywhere and nowhere all at once. 

Slowly, you got out of his hold, crawling into the back of the van. You made sure to shake your ass, enticing him more. 

“Oh, so we’re playing that game.” Eddie spanks you, his ringed fingers making you gasp in pain and pleasure. “Remember you started this.”

“Who? Me?” You smiled at him as you laid on your back, watching as he shut the doors once he was inside. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

You felt hot and gross all at once. Why were you letting this go on? You could easily walk out those doors and never turn back, but you stayed put. You’re giving yourself whiplash with these thoughts. 

Eddie laid on you, his whole body now pressed against yours. You could feel his cock against your thigh, throbbing. “Mmm, I think you know exactly what you’re doing.” 

His hands ran up the back of your dress, exploring you and the soft fabric.

“I-I,” you felt so stupid. How did he have this much of a hold on you?

“W-what’s that?” Eddie mocked you. He dipped his head low, his lips pressed against your ear. “Cat got your tongue?”

You tried to find the right words to say, but it was so hard when you could feel his hot breath against your skin. “I know nothing.” 

He chuckled against your skin before pulling away, a smirk plastered on his face. “You do know.” Eddie sat back on his calves and started to work on his belt, fingers moving fast to get to the point. “But we can continue to act like you don’t.”

Your mouth suddenly watered with need as he pulled down his pants, his cock throbbed in his boxers. You could even see the wet patch of the precum starting to form. 

Seeing that gave you hope, an ounce of it. Maybe he did feel something from you. Maybe that’s why he had this reaction to your body and kept you around for so long. 

“Close your mouth, pretty girl.” Eddie reached forward and ran his thumb around your plump bottom lip before sliding it into your mouth. You sucked on it, swirling your tongue around the bad of your finger. His eyes darkened even more than before. “Look at you, always needing something in that pretty mouth.”

“I prefer something other than your thumb.”

With one hand, he pulled his cock from his boxers. The tip was leaking with precum, almost dripping with it. “Come get it.” He moved beside you, leaning against the side of the van, “what are you waiting for?” 

The way his words echoed in your head made your legs clench, and your heart ache. Why were you doing this to yourself? Why was he doing this to you?

You turned yourself over and rested your upper body on his jean-clad thighs. Your fingers gently ran across his cock, making him quietly whine. “I gotta have my fun too, right?”

Your tongue darted out, catching a bead of precum that dribbled over your finger. The second the salty taste hit your tongue, you moaned. “You always taste so good.” 

“Fuuuck,” Eddie grabbed your hair, pulling your head to the side. “C’mon, don’t tease me like this, sweetheart. Let me feel that warm mouth, yeah?”

“Like this?” You wrapped your lips around the red, angry tip. 

“That’s fucking it, that’s my girl.” Eddie guided your head up and down his cock, thrusting his hips to make you gag around his cock. “Awe, is it too big for you?”

You moaned around his cock, him saying my girl shooting through your body and right to your cunt.

His cock felt so good in your mouth, sliding down your throat, and making your eyes water each time you gagged. This is how he likes (you wished it was love) you; his cock in your mouth and your eyes trained on him. 

Eddie looked down at you and thrust his hips, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over again. “Such a good fucking girl with a pretty mouth. You love being used, don’t you?” 

No, you didn’t, but you’d never tell him that. It would ruin everything that this, whatever this was, the two of you had built. 

His cock was fully in your throat, your nose buried into the thick patch of curly hair at the base of it. Eddie's cum filled heavy balls pressed to your chin, your drool dribbling down his balls and between your cleavage. 

“Jesus- look at you.” Eddie held your head still as he kept thrusting in your mouth, making you gag until your lungs burned, and his eyes were rolling back. 

You were a sight, a sight that Eddie mewled over each time you swallowed around his thick cock.

You pulled your mouth from his cock slowly. Salvia strung from your swollen lips to his spit-soaked cock. Your lips trailed kisses on the underside of it, your tongue darting to lick here and there before you got to his balls. 

“O-oh shit.” The hand Eddie has in your hair pulled harder as you sucked his balls into your mouth, letting your tongue roll over the velvety skin. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

You hummed around the heavy sack. He had a certain way with words, always knowing what to say to turn you into putty for him. It never took much, though. 

“Fuck, fuck- shit.” He gasped as you brought a hand around the base of his cock to pump it slowly, swiping your thumb over the tip, as your mouth still played with his balls. The wet schlick sound echoed in the small van. 

You let your teeth barely graze his balls before sucking them both in your mouth, pulling on them. “Gonna make me cum already, sweetheart.”

All of your movements halted. He couldn’t cum yet, not when you had just met with him for the night. You wanted to prolong this meeting. 

“I wasn’t done.” Eddie sat up on his elbows and looked at you, in shock and cock achingly hard. “Just a bit more, sweetheart.” 

You wanted to roll your eyes and leave him with blue balls, but you couldn’t. Instead, you looked over at him with your big doe eyes and spread your legs. You had purposefully not worn any panties, your cunt already soaked and glistening in the van's light. “Is it my turn yet?” 

Eddie gawked at you, his eyes glued to where you dripped for him. He pushed you back with a hand, slotting his body between your thighs. His jeans rubbed roughly against your clit, and it was enough to have you keen for more. 

“God, I fucking love you like this.” 

There it is. There’s those stupid words that he always said, that made your stomach fill with butterflies and your heart pound in your chest. If only he truly meant it, if only he could see the love swim in your eyes each time he said it. 

“Do you?” You took his hand at your side and guided it up your legs between your thighs. “You feel what you do to me?” 

You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed when his fingers ghosted over your slit. He could feel how wet you were, the pad of his finger now covered in your slick.

“Who got you this wet?” Eddie kissed up your neck, stopping to nibble here and there. You were sure to see some scattered hickies tomorrow. 

He was pulling the most perfect whines from you. “Don’t go all shy on me now. Answer the question.”

You dropped your head down, not meeting his eyes. “Y-you did.” Your voice was barely a whisper. Not one part of you wanted to admit he did anything for you. You didn’t want to boost his ego. 

With a rough hand, Eddie grabbed at your cheeks. He gently pushed them together, causing you to pout. 

You now were looking directly into his eyes. The eyes that were so big and beautiful, filled with so much lust that he would probably burst at the seams if possible. 

“Speak up.” He licked at his bottom lip before smirking at you. “Who got you this wet?”

Your head rolled to the side, as closed as he kept his skilled fingers on your cunt, barely rubbing. “You, you got me this wet.” 

Eddie wanted it to always be this way. You were so quick to tell him that he got you this wet, but he wanted more. He wanted to call you his and hold your hand in public again, but things had changed within him. He didn’t deserve to be loved by you like that. 

Sex was the only way that he could let you in anymore, it was the only time that he let a part of him show his all to you. But in his eyes, it was better to hurt you this way than to let you have his heart fully and then rip it away from you. 

Everything in your body was betraying you; your cunt, your heart, your head. They all needed and wanted him. 

Eddie smirked proudly at you, his fingers circling your clit before dipping into your soaked cunt. “That’s a good girl. Keep it up, and I might let you cum.”

You couldn’t say anything, only whined as his fingers curled right into your g-spot immediately. Your fingers gripped at his arms, your face buried in his neck. “I-oh!” 

Your thighs shook around his arm, wanting to close around it so bad, but you knew he wouldn’t let you. He loved to see how much you shook and writhe because of him. Seeing it, seeing you like this boosted his ego beyond words. He felt like he could do everything and anything. 

You could hear how soaked you were, the sounds flooding your ears. “Fucking hell! Feels so good!”

“Yeah? You hear that? That’s all you, sweetheart.” The heel of Eddie’s head rubbed perfectly at your swollen clit each time he pumped his fingers. “You’re making such a mess, baby. You gonna clean my fingers when I’m done?” 

“Uhuh!” Your heart sped up, and you gasped loudly when he added a third finger, getting you nice and stretched open for his cock. “Oh my god, oh my god.” 

Eddie gently kissed your forehead as his fingers slid in and out of your faster, the soft squelch sounds echoing off the van walls. “I can be your god, sweetheart.”

If only he knew just how much you truly worshiped him.

“I- I’m so close,” you were clenching around his fingers, craving that orgasm you needed so badly. “Please, Eddie!” You looked up at him, your eyes full of tears from being so close to cumming.

But just before you could cum, before you could feel the euphoria, he slid his fingers out of you. “W-what the fuck?” 

When you opened your eyes to look at him, his dripping fingers were in front of your face. “Go on, clean up the mess.” 

Obediently, you slowly wrapped your lips around them. You tasted yourself and moaned, tongue sliding between his fingers to get every bit of the mess you made. 

“You follow orders so well. I might just keep you around.” 

Oh, how you wished he actually would, and not just for the nights when he was lonely. 

You got on your knees, making sure your ass was in there air. Eddie never wanted to see your face when the two of you fucked. Why? You don’t know, but maybe it made sense. Maybe it was better for you too. 

“Look at you,” he rubbed a rough hand over the globe of his ass before pulling your hips toward his. You could feel his throbbing cock rut between your bodies. “You already know just how I want you.” 

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” You wiggled your hips against him, silently begging.

You gripped at anything you could find when he nudged your cunt open with just the leaking tip of his cock, your eyes already rolling in the back of your head. 

“Better squeeze my cock the way you squeezed my fingers, pretty girl.” Within seconds, Eddie bottomed out. His balls were pressed against your clit, hips flushed with yours. “God damn- I won’t ever get used to how tight you are for me.”

You felt so full, his cock stretching you open with the most pleasurable sting. “Please… move.” 

“You sound so pretty when you beg for me.” Eddie pulled out, leaving only the tip inside your soaked cunt. “Do it again.”

“Eddie,” you turned your head to the side, looking into his brown eyes as much as possible. “I need you to fuck me, I-I need to feel you as deep as possible. Just-“ 

Before you could finish your sentence, Eddie had pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Your back arched and your head slumped forward against the floor of the van. “I love it when you say my name. Sounds so pretty falling from your lips.” 

With each hard snap of Eddie's hips against your own, you could feel yourself draw closer to an orgasm. Your toes curled and your back arched, the praises spewing out of Eddie’s mouth. 

“Such a tight pussy.” His rough hands pawed at your ass, spreading your cheeks so he could watch his cock get swallowed by your cunt. “Best pussy I’ve ever-jesus christ- had.” 

Eddie reached forward and grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling your back against his chest. “Say it. Say that this is my pussy.”

“I-It’s…” Your mind was foggy, not only from his cock pounding into the sweet spot that had you seeing stars, but from the fact that he was being so possessive over your body. 

“Fucking say it!” A rough hand came down in a harsh spank!, making your thighs shake and your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“It’s yours!” You bit your lip hard enough for the familiar taste of blood to hit your tongue. “It’s all yours, Eddie!” 

And it was. Every single part of you belongs to him, or yearned to. He just didn’t see it. 

“That’s fucking right.” Eddie shoved you back down to the floor and fucked you with fervor. “Gonna pump you so full of cum that on your way home, it’ll be dripping down your legs.”

You were sure there would be handprint shaped bruises for you to see and feel in the morning, but it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Please,” you arched your back, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten even more. “Please come inside me.”

He bunched the bottom of your dress around your hips and used it as leverage to drive his cock deeper into you. You squeezed your eyes shut as his cock pressed into your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids.

All it took was one more hard, deep thrust and your body shook as your orgasm took over. Eddie’s name was a repeated prayer on your lips, your hands searching for anything to hold onto as every nerve ending in your body was set off. “Oh my- fuck, yes!” 

Your thighs shook and your nails scraped along the floor off the van as your orgasm took full control of you. All you could mutter was incoherent babbles as you soaked Eddie’s cock. 

The tightening of your pussy and the way his name sounded on your lips as you came was enough for Eddie to spill into you. “That’s it, take it fucking all!” His cock twitched inside you, emptying all he had to give. “My pretty girl, all full of my fucking cum.”

You felt the warmth of it flood your body as he held your hips against his, his cock twitching and giving you everything he had with labored breaths. 

“God damn- always cum so damn hard when it’s inside of you, sweetheart.” 

After pulling out and watching the mixture of cum leak from your used cunt, he laid his body over yours for a brief moment of actual intimacy. It barely took a second for you to feel that emptiness inside and out. That craving for him to come back and touch you taking over so quickly. 

And just as quickly as you answered his call and met him here, it was over. The time you spent together never lasted long anymore. It was long enough for him and you to come undone and then you were out the car door, left with the sulking feelings of hurt and emptiness.

It was quiet as the two of you got dressed, almost too quiet. You took this moment as an opportunity to talk to him, no matter how dumb you may sound after. 

“Eddie, can we talk?” Your voice was quiet, a bit hoarse from all the moaning you did just minutes prior.

He saw the glint in your eye when he turned around after adjusting himself back in his pants, he knew exactly what was on your mind. Even though it broke his heart to do this to you, he couldn’t let you in. It would never be like it used to be. 

“We’ve been over this before.” He gave you a soft smile before looking down at the time on his watch, “Plus, I have somewhere to be.” 

Of course, he does. Sex was the only time he had for you.

“I-I know, it’s just- it’s been a while since we have.” You reached for his hand, any ounce of intimacy to change his mind. 

Eddie let you hold his hand for barely a second before he pulled it away to open the back doors and let you out. You’d be walking home alone again.

He slowly shook his head before he helped you out of the van. “Look, you knew what was going to happen before we even started it.” The sound of the doors shutting made you jump. “You gonna go back on your word now, baby?” 

The guilt ate at Eddie as he put on this act that he didn’t care. 

And you were hurt. Hurt, annoyed, and mad, all at once. Yeah, you knew what this was, but you would think after months of doing the same thing over and over again, he would give you a smidge of something. You just wanted that small amount of hope that the two of you could be something different.

“Don’t,” you stepped away from him and the van. “Don’t call me baby.”

“What?” Eddie chuckled from behind you. “Is this how you’re going to be right now? Didn’t we just have a good time together?”

“A good time? We do the same thing every fucking time you call me up. Why don’t we go out and actually do something fun? We never do that anymore.” You started to look down at your feet, avoiding all eye contact with any part of him. 

You heard the jingle of Eddie’s keys as he pulled them out and walked in front of you, his body pressed into your side. “I’ll call you again tomorrow.” You could hear the slight smirk in his voice as he spoke against your ear. “You always answer the phone for me, baby.”

Before you could even speak up, the van had already started and moved out of the parking lot. You stood there, a mess all because of him. 

And he was right. You would go against yourself and do this all over again, no matter how many times you got hurt. You could never say no to him.

[almostgigi]

˚ ｡˚ Place In Me ˚｡˚

Eddie Munson

Content Warning: fem!reader, y/n use, tons of original characters throughout the story, strangers-to-lovers with a fun twist, angst, fluff, eventual smut, nsfw MDNI +18 (I'm serious), loss, constant grief, miss communication, abandonment issues, daddy issues (f), monoparental family, violence, drug and alcohol use and abuse. If anything's missing tell me and all add it. But for now that's it. Enjoy!!

Introduction 0/?

November 19

I adjusted the edges of my black dress, my stockings and the laces of my boots. I had to look presentable. Still, I was uncomfortable, dresses aren't my thing, but mom had insisted that it would look cute. If Lucy could see me now she would surely be dying of laughter on my face. Well, it's funny that I used that verb, since she was already dead.

On the door of the church could be read:

"Mass for the life of Lucy Kell 6:00 p.m."

I walked in with my head down, I knew her picture was in front of me. That photo that her mother had chosen, where she smiled with all her teeth and her face was covered in acne. Lucy hated her smile and her acne. But apparently her mother wasn't aware, she hadn't even asked her best friend in the whole world for her opinion on the matter.

I sat in the second row behind some of her relatives. When I felt ready I was able to lift my head and look at her photo, only to realize that I would never be ready to see my best friend there, lying in that horrible place, her eyes closed, her hands relaxed on her chest.

Suddenly everything was blurry and I couldn't hear well, I know my mother was talking to me, but I couldn't focus on her or her words. I was about to have an episode. I tried the best I could to channel my emotions, The hand of my little sister, Lynn, caught me at that very moment when I closed my eyes with force. She was looking at me fearfully, but knowing it wasn't a one time thing. She knew me and she helped me, she squeezed her fingers harder until I calmed down.

Lucy's parents had given a beautiful speech about her and what she was like. Too bad I didn't hear it all, but I knew they were full of shit. They didn't know her own daughter, at least not in the way I knew her. She had always been totally transparent with me, she was real. If they had known half the things Lucy had done at 17, oh my god. This funeral would probably be nothing more than something simple. The shame would eat them alive, and it's that I knew the Kells, so conservative and hateful with her. They had never supported her in anything. But I can't claim anything anymore, Lucy wouldn't suffer anymore.

The posters for prevention against suicide and drug use were not lacking to decorate the neighborhood, and I say decorate because nobody sincerely cares.

"… and receive y/n Robbins, who will offer a few words for my Lucy" Mr. Kell's voice was clearer now. When I agreed to write a few words for Lucy I think I forgot that I would have to read them out loud. My steps felt like when you walk silently on autumn leaves. All eyes were on me as I stepped onto the stage. I opened the paper and arranged the microphone.

I clear my throat:

"Um well, for those who don't know me, I'm Lucy's best friend" maybe I should have said was, right? No. She is my friend, my soul mate. "I have shared most of my life with her and vice versa, I don't need to express what she means to me. What happened is difficult for all of us. From the bottom of my heart, Lucy Lu, I love you and I hope that heaven has beer and Nickelback" at this point the tears just fell, but they didn't affect my voice. "thank you".

I went back to my place, but not to sit down. "Mom, I'm going outside to get some air." She gave me a sympathetic look and looked straight ahead. The mass continued, but I headed for the door.

It was warm outside, the sun was about to set. I closed my eyes and hugged myself by the shoulders feeling the warmth on my skin. An almost inaudible noise brought me out of my thoughts. I followed it where I thought it came from. At the side of the church a boy around my age, leaning against the wall, smoking what I could recognize as weed. If this isn't a sign of Lucy, I don't know what is.

I would soon find out if meeting him would be my heaven or my hell.

A WIP I've been on for the most part of the last 3 years. Hope you enjoy it, I already have a few chapter written so I'll release them most on September 🤗 don't be shy, leave a comment and reblog if you liked it, gives me will to keep posting ❤‍🩹

[almostgigi]

Keep Breathing | s.h x reader

I absolutely love Steve, but I never write about him, except for this time. Consider this a gift to your heart if you might, a spur to further projects.

WC: 2k

For the way that he was acting towards me I could sense that he was not okay. The days went by and he was more shut down with me. Got me wondering what could have I done to make him be like that. In my defense, if you knew this guy the way I did, you’d know that Steve “I’m fine” Harrington was a big fat liar. He refused to talk about his feelings or whatever shit he was going through, like a skilled ninja he would avoid the topic every time.

To me, he was my everything, not just a friend, but the best one. That person who would stand up for me whenever I needed or fight for me or just listen to me. He was a good listener, every time I called him because I felt sad he would waste no time and appear in my doorstep with my favorite chocolate. Spend the night holding me and cleaning my face when my make up would smudge. Reassure me until I stopped crying and kiss my forehead when I was ready to sleep, just to caress my face and hair and hum my favorite song so the vibration of his chest would calm me down.

But he needs me now, and I don’t know how to approach him without being too obvious about it. It’s been a year since Hawkins was destroyed and almost a year since I know him. He became such an important part of my life, a person I would die for, no pun intended. For all the times he was there for me, I wanted to be there for him now, I just had to find the perfect moment to ask. Today we were hanging out, watching a movie. It was really boring and I was not paying attention to it and neither was he. I was too deep in my thoughts.

“¿what is going on in that pretty head of yours today?” he was holding me against his chest to make sure I was comfortable. Both on the couch, with our feet on the little table in front of it.

“nothing, it’s...nothing” I looked at him, he gave me his best confused look. “I mean it, it’s nothing” my hand resting importance at the topic.

“hurts me that you think I’m that stupid” arm leaving the side of my hip where it was resting before. “I know you’re worried but I happen to be a little tired as to investigate right now so I would like you to just tell me straight away, if you trust me, obviously”

I was a nervous wreck and his eyes never leaving mine weren’t helping. It’s no surprise to me at this point to feel like this since I know how nice he made my heart feel. I kinda notice this the night I called him because I had a nightmare and I was too scared to sleep alone so he drove to my place and slept with me while holding me. Later on I knew he fought with his parents that night before I called, but he came anyways, he choose to be with me, and care for me, and I thought that was the sweetest thing no one ever did for me. I had fallen for him. But his heart did not beat for me.

“you’re gonna get mad at me” he will, I know it. Every time I would talk about it, and they were just a few because I hated when he was mad, he would change around me and be distant. That treatment killed me.

“honey, I can’t be mad at you. I won’t, what is it? C’mon” he adjusted himself in the couch to face me and held my hand.

“I-I know you haven’t been very well lately, I wish you would talk to me” the grip of his hand in mine became more loose.

“I do talk to you, like, all the time” I know he’s playing dumb, but I’m being totally serious this time.

“that’s not what I mean, and you know it. I know everything you went through was overwhelming but I haven’t heard you talk about it once” I was actually begging for him to break down and I was hoping he did it with me, cause I wasn’t gonna let go of him any time soon.

“maybe that’s because I don’t want to talk, it’s not something I hold against you, I actually wish I could do what you want me to do but I can’t” don’t know why but his confession did not make me flinch even once, like I said, I knew he was tired of everything, it wasn’t new to me. I just needed him to be able to move on, to grow out of it. I stayed quiet for a while after that. Both still seated in the couch like before. Our breathing could be heard from miles away.

“I’ll go to sleep” I said as I stand up and let go of his hand. The situation was cold and I couldn’t keep being there if he was gonna be like that. I went to my room and got under the covers of my bed as it’s was cold in there. Not long after that I hear Steve’s steps coming closer.

“are you really mad at me right now?” his tone was demanding, but also worried. We would hate to be mad at each other. I did not respond. “c’mon pretty, you know I can’t stand being like this with you” it killed me to hear him like that, but my pride was bigger. He sighed. “please, just talk to me” ironic he’s the one asking for that now. I remained silence. Not like I didn’t want to talk, but something inside me was keeping me from it. “I seriously can’t believe you’re this mad for something that is not even that important. Like.. what do you want me to say?” his hands flew to his face, covering it in frustration. He started pacing around not knowing what to do. “ugh, I just.. you know how hard everything has been for me.. how much shit I took there. But I don’t know what you expect from me” he was being mean, but those words came from anger. Still hurt tho. “you’re just goin’ to ignore me? You asked for this, you should be listening”

“I am listening, Steve, but you’re being mean and I don’t want to take that now” I wanted to add – because I love you – but it’s not the right moment to do that.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I being too mean to the princess right now?” his tone being cocky while making fun of me was something I never wanted to experience. But to be honest, I never really thought about it before, it just wasn’t real to me. “you wanna know what’s mean? You really wanna know?” my eyes went to him moving around, brows almost together from frowning. I could feel the tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes. “mean is what those Russian men did to me, beat the shit out of me for no reason. Mean is being almost strangled to death by some weird ass animals” he was talking. I observed him with caution, his eyes wide open, his expression tired. “do you know the consequences of any of that?” he started taking his shirt off “I have this fucking mark on my neck forever, and this scar in my tummy, and every time I see it I remember it all” his breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. His chest was moving too fast as I look intensely to his scars, analysing deeply. He never showed them to me before, so this is shocking to see. “but this is not yet the meanest thing at all” his voice was almost like a scream. “the meanest thing is that nobody cares, not my so called friends, nor my parents. My parents.. they-” he choked on what seemed to be the beginnings of a cry. I stood up slowly from the bed, looking into his eyes, not leaving them for a second. Stand right in front of him. He was trying really hard to restraint the tears while breathing slow. “why does nobody love me?” he asked, and right there I could see it, he was about to break down.

“that’s not true” I say calmly, reassuring him as he needs. He lifts his head and stares at me.

“yes, it is. I haven’t heard of my friends for over a year. We went through the most traumatic experience of our lives and they don’t care” sobbing like crazy, he couldn’t handle it for much longer. “did you know last time mom and I talk without screaming I was 14? And don’t get started on my dad, cause that man hasn’t love his kid since he was born” the tears are no longer able to stay in. “am I that hard to love?”

“NO!” I answer immediately. “you’re not, you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. No one ever has cared for me like you do, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me” and that was true, he needed the words. And almost instantly he starts to cry, and I wonder why the best people have to suffer this much.

I don’t wait any longer and put my arms around his neck, but it’s too tall for me. When he realizes that I’m holding him, he puts his arms around my back, pressing me really tight against his body. But like I said before, it’s too tall for me and finally, after a bad move, we both fall on the bed. His weight all over me makes me hiss in his ear and he turns to see me. His face all red and his eyes full of tears.

“did I-did I hurt you?” he asks. Even when he was the main character of the situation he had to make it about me, cause that is who he is. Always caring about others before him.

“no baby, I’m fine” and for some reason me calling him that made him cry even more. His head went straight to my chest, resting there while he cried so loud.

“I’m s-sorry, this is so embarrassing. But I-I can’t anymore” his breathing was a mess and hearing how hurt he was, all the time he needed to release the pain. It was hurting me too.

“don’t even dare to apologize to me or anyone for crying, it’s a normal thing, and even if you don’t do it never you have the right to do it and it shouldn’t be embarrassing” I said while rubbing his back. He kept crying and holding me strongly. “shh, it’s okay”

“it’s n-not fair” he sobbed. And he’s right. Nothing in his life is fair, always trying to be the perfect child, the perfect friend, the perfect man. And all of that for what? For people to not validate him? I can understand what is like to work so hard on yourself just to feel like nothing really matters anymore at the end. “I wanted to be strong, for you”.

My heart sinks in my chest. My head can’t stop spinning. “You don’t need to be strong for me, baby. You need to be strong for you, but sometimes feelings like this are allowed, you’re allowed to release the pain in order to move on” my hand, that was stroking his back, moves to his hair and I start to put my fingers in between his locks. “just because you take care of everyone doesn’t mean you can’t be sensitive sometimes” he places one of his hands in my chest to accommodate himself, very close to my neck. “plus, you have me, always. If you need comfort, or support I’ll be here. You know I’m yours...” fuck “your s-s-”

“I know” he replied “I’m yours too” shitshitshit. That sounded so sleepy. We stayed in the same position without saying anything for a while more until I felt him fall asleep. I kept his last words in my head for the entire night, thinking if he meant them in the same way I did. Finally I fell asleep too.

[almostgigi]

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Fluff: 🩷 || Hurt/Comfort: ❤‍🩹 || NSFW: ❤‍🔥|| Angst: ✨

More Than Enough ➵ 🩷

Right Here, Right Now ➵❤‍🔥❤‍🔥❤‍🔥

I Know The End ➵✨✨✨

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Baby It's Cold Outside ➵ ❤‍🔥🩷

Eddie Brings You Flowers ➵ 🩷

Rainy night cuddling ➵ 🩷

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Black | White | Silver or Grey | Gold | Red | Orange | Yellow | Dark Green | Light Green | Blue | Baby Blue | Lilac | Pink | Maroon | Brown |

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[almostgigi]

Warnings: smut, fingering, grinding, dirty talk, squirting

Just a lil scenario I thought of the other day

Winter was almost over but the cold lingered even inside the house, being the bedroom the coldest of all of the rooms. I want the house to be warmer but the heater is not enough.

"I turned the heat on but s'till freezing here" I say rubbing my arms to give myself some friction.

"You always have me to make you hot" he says and I laugh at his doble intentions.

"Yeah, I know baby but you can't warm the place with that" I make a head motion to his pelvis. He laughs too and I decide to get into the bed finally. As soon as I put the blankets over the lower part of my body, I feel Eddie's arms wrap around my torso. I melt under his touch. Soon enough they find the hem of my shirt. "now you being risky"

"c'mon pretty, jus' wanna play with you" a kiss is sealed behind my right ear. I take his hands on mine and put them over my breasts. He squeezes them lightly and I breath funny.

"b-baby" I gasp and plead for I don't even know what.

"It's so easy to make you dumb on my touch" one of his hands leaves my chest to crawl itself along my tummy and over my panties. Two of his fingers drag along my clothed slit stimulating me and my whole body. I respond by moaning ever so slightly.

"please..."

"please what sweet girl? gotta use your big girl voice, can't have you babbling do I?" I shake my head no and I speak.

"please touch me underneath" I say, my blood boiling with pleasure.

"¿What does my baby want me to touch? ¿Huh?" voice full of desire.

"touch my pussy please" my hips buck against his hand looking for more.

"that's what I like to hear baby" I put my leg over his to give him more access to my entrance. One finger goes his way inside without warning and I clench. "easy baby, open that pretty pussy for me, c'mon" his words make me even more wet. He picks up a pace that takes me to heaven and back. I feel so good in his hands.

"oh yes" I rest my head on his shoulder and his other hand takes over my throat and chokes me. The amount of pleasure makes me get so close to cumming.

"yes? You like when I touch you like this pretty?" he pulls out his finger to caress my pussy, spreading my juices all over it, covering his palm in my arousal. "you also like when I rub your pussy like this, I know that" I get high on his words and his touch. I wanna cum on his hand.

"I, I'm close Eds" I cant even speak properly with his hand squeezing me tight.

"You are? Oh what a shame baby, I want to rub this sweet pussy I little bit longer, get her full of juice" before I can even think of react he gives my cunt a tiny slap. I jump from the feeling. He keeps slapping my pussy continuously as I spasm and clench around nothing.

"ah, ah Eddie please, I need to cum please" I nearly scream. Head numb from the teasing.

"so pretty when you beg my baby" he inserts his finger inside me again and takes on the pace as I moan relentlessly. "come on my fucking hand baby, make a mess" as soon as I hear him and he tightens the hold on my throat I come. Hot spurs of liquid coming out of my abused hole. "ohhh, yes sweetie that's it, keep cumming like that yeah" he kept his fingering as tiny spurs kept coming out of me. This is probably the longest orgasm I ever had. My whole body spasming along his. His palm started to slap my pussy again as the liquid stopped coming out. "ah sweetheart, hottest fucking pussy I've ever had. You nearly kill me, that's like the hardest you came in like, ever".

"I know, I don't know what took over me" I rest a little before getting up. "gotta change the sheets now" I look at him with a tired gaze.

"wow, where you going so fast? I still have to eat that beautiful pussy out and make you squirt in my mouth" the audacity of still wanting more after the things he did to me already.

"Eddie" my tone is mandatory.

"What? I'm hard as fuck, if I don't fuck you tonight and hear you ask me to give it to you harder I'm gonna die" he's senseless.

"help me change the sheets and maybe, I'll let you bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me stupid" he gets up faster than a lightning and helps me out.

"expect me to take all your thoughts out of your head baby"

[almostgigi]

"I Know The End"

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst everywhere, crying, yelling, unrequited love, light use of y/n, heartache. So fucking sorry!! Also Eddie throws some mean comments so, mean!Eddie but almost not.

Summary: Reader confesses to bestfriend!Eddie, but he stands there and, after a few seconds, he turns around and leaves. Poor reader’s heart is shattered and her only company are her sorrows. Seeing him again would be a challenge.

wc:2.9k

Eds and I were friends for a long time now. We met at school when I was just the new kid with big hopes and dreams and they seemed to go to hell on the second day there. A group of boys from the basketball team harassed me and made me cry, but it was ok, cause my hero came to rescue me.

“¡leave her alone you assholes! She’s a lady, ¿what the fuck are you doing treating a lady like this? That just speak of how little your dicks are, no men that deserves respect would do this” he had said. Somehow, he broke those guys egos and they left me alone forever. I haven’t heard a word from their mouths ever again. Not to me at least. They were afraid he would come at them if they did.

He was now my best friend, confined to love me for eternity and beyond, and so was I. We started hanging out, and then hanging out more until there was no time we spent separated. Nights talking, drinking, smoking. Evenings of coffee and cookies, mornings of jogging and laughing at how funny Eddie runs. Days after days where our trust in each other was stronger and our bond was even unbreakable. He knew my house, he met my dad, I knew his place and had met Wayne. There was nothing we didn’t tell each other; I knew everything about him and he knew everything about me. Well, everything except for one thing; my eternal and utter love for him.

There was a point in my life where I started to see him differently, I don’t know when that was because suddenly I realized most of the time I thought about him, or I would dream with him, maybe even pay more attention to his gestures. But I know exactly when was the exact moment I knew I was inevitably in love with Eddie.

We were in his trailer, I stayed the night. We already had dinner and were watching a movie in his couch, my legs resting on his lap, one of his hands caressing me every now and then. Some shitty horror movie was on but I was lost in my head. Suddenly I look at Eddie who was very invested in the movie, and I notice his lashes are longer than last time I saw them. He’s always been a fan of horror movies to the point where they made them laugh at some moment. And when he did I looked at his lips and I mentally slapped myself for even looking at something that shouldn't be important to me. But his smile was beautiful, and his laughter made his chest rise and fall quickly. His chest, I wanted to sleep in it, I knew it was the most comfortable and his heart rang in my ear when he did. And suddenly I imagine myself kissing him, it was only a second that flew in my mind, but it was enough to make me move in my place trying to get that thought out of my head, it wasn't right.

“everything ok sweetheart?” he asked.

“y-yes, I was just sleepy” I invent an excuse worth having thought of such a thing.

“oh, in that case, let’s go to bed. I’m sleepy too, I was just comfortable” he giggles and I die inside. He’s mesmerizing. “I’ll feed the cat and we’ll go to bed, alright?”.

“yeah, sure. I wanna say goodbye to Moonlight please” a stray cat we often fed and we decided to name after a few months.

“course honey. Here you go Moonlight, but first...” he picked the cat up in his arms. “mommy wants to say goodbye” his words went straight to my fast-beating heart. I kissed the kitty on the head and scratched behind his ears a little. Then he went to eat as Eddie puts him down. “now we’re done for today. I’ll close everything and you go put your pjs, alright?” I nodded and went to his room. Room we often shared when I stayed the night. We were already comfortable enough to sleep together, but that night was different. “you ready? It’s freezing cold outside, good thing I got the heater last week, although I’m warmer when you hold onto me” he lets a snort out and I wonder what he’s thinking about.

“you use me for my heating service” I say in a playful tone.

“oh darling, you wound me, I’ll never hurt you anyway possible” his arms wrap around me and the cold weather is left behind as we warm each other, our bodies intertwined, also our legs. “I’ll see you tomorrow baby, good night” his voice in a whisper.

“good night Eds”.

I realized I wanted common and simple life only if it was with him. Just him and I and out little Moonlight against the world. Pay the bills and make dinner, go to sleep under a million covers and hug forever in the bed. Wake up together jsut like we always do and kiss under the light of the kitchen when I’m making breakfast.

And I would of loved it if that night wasn’t only my awakening, but his too. It would have been a dream come true if he realized he actually loved as me more than just a best friend while our bodies were wrap together. But it didn’t, it was just a normal night for him. To me, it was my whole heart exploding into a million pieces like fireworks.

I can’t blame him for not feeling what I felt all this time, that would be just pathetic of me. Plus, I can’t really hate him even if I tried my very best. So I had gathered my guts and I’ve put them close to my mouth so I could say what I’ve been meaning to say for a long time. It was easy, right?

I love you.

I’ve been loving you for a real good time.

I love you with my soul.

Nope, it wasn’t easy. Just thinking about it makes me wanna throw up. There are many ways this could go.

1- He loved me too (I’m waiting is this one and this one only so we can be Mr. and Mrs. Munson someday)

2- He loves me like a friend and nothing more but eventually falls for me (I fell first but he felt harder)

3- He doesn’t love me and never will (I’ll probably go sleep on the highway)

4- He hates me and never wants to speak to me ever again.

¿See? Those are good options. Well, not good if he doesn’t love me back but at least they’re realistic. And as you can see, I didn’t say

5- He stays quiet with a blank stare and then leaves without saying a word like a fucking psycho.

Which, if you wanna guess, is exactly what he did. Maybe it was a reflex, or the best he thought at the moment, but he knows me like the palm of his hand and he knew that would hurt me.

This night was almost exactly like the night I realized I loved him. Him and I and a movie we didn’t know. Moonlight was already ours, so he was inside in his tiny bed. I did not think, that would have made it harder, I just said it.

“Eddie, I love you” I spit.

“I love you too, dummy” he thinks I tell him I love him like I normally would.

“No Eds... I love you” I say the mid word in a different tone so that he understands what love I meant. The hand that was holding my leg finally lets go and goes back to his lap. His eyes are astronomically big right there and then, he can’t believe it. What can I say? I’m good at hiding stuff. He stares a couple seconds more and then he just gets up, grabs his keys and leave. Leaves my house like millions of other times, but this one feels wrong. Feels like he’s never coming back through that door. Feels like a thousand cuts in my heart and he didn’t even say goodbye.

I curl up in bed and cry myself to sleep. Inside my head I keep reliving the moment he leaves me and I sob uncontrollably until I have no more tears left to cry and I try my best to rest.

“It’s been three days, rob, three fucking days. He’s never been away from me that long, he’s not going to be my friend anymore, that’s it” I was convinced he was gone and everything in between us both would stay forever unspoken, broken.

”Darling, you need to give him time, he’s a man, they can’t process information fast, look at dingus” one movement of her head leads me to look at Steve who’s moving some boxes around the house.

”Huh?” he says, he heard his name.

“See? Living proof” she jokes. We both laugh and keep helping him around.

”You moving out?” I ask given the thousand boxes he’s carrying.

“I wish, no. I’m just moving this to the garage. Some things I no longer need. I’ll take them to charity tomorrow morning” he leaves one on the floor and shows us some clothes and toys from when he was a little boy.

“Here, I’ll help you organize them” maybe that way would be more easy and fast.

“Go nuts baby” his smile is wide and I spend my evening with them, having a good time and forgetting about anything else.

Monday mornings were absolutely disgusting to me. I could barely drag my feet out of the bed and make coffee. School wasn’t any better, and without the best of my friends I can say it would be a shitty day.

“Maybe he has been thinking and came to the fact that he loves you but he’s waiting to tell you when you’re alone” Peter, one of my friends, says trying to cheer me up.

“Or he hates me for ruining our friendship and he’ll rather die struck by lightning than see me again” me being a pessimist was absolutely normal by now.

“Or there’s that too” I give Peter a dead stare. “What? You said it” I shake my head and keep eating.

By the time we had to leave I couldn’t find Eddie nowhere. He wasn’t at lunch in the cafeteria and he wasn’t in his respective classes. He wasn’t in the library either so I had only one place more to look. Old drama classroom where he and the guys would have hellfire reunions was close on my way out so I step aside and knocked. It seemed like nobody was in there but I could see the lights on. I stepped inside not even wanting to knock again. He was sitting in his throne observing the nothingness and thinking I assume.

“Sorry, I saw the lights and went in. Couldn’t find you anywhere” I explain to him, as he lifts his gaze to connect it with mine.

“Mhm” It’s the only thing he says. He doesn’t speak, just hums.

“I’ve been looking for you, wanted to talk you know?” I launch an attempt to touch on the subject.

“about?” he tries to avoid it, obviously.

“don’t play dumb, you know about what” I spit. No time for rodeos.

“It’s not a big deal, don’t bother” the way he talks, he’s never done it before.

“¿It’s not a big deal? ¡Of course it’s a big deal! I told you I love you for God’s sake ¿How is that not a big deal?” tears already threatening to come out of my eyes.

“I didn’t intend to hurt you” yeah sure.

“but you did, you stood there like a ghost and never said a word, which I can almost understand because you weren’t expecting it, but then you proceeded to avoid me for days when we always spend them together, that I can’t understand. I refuse to, actually” my stomach hurts, like a million butterflies dying.

“you know I hate awkward situations, I don’t know how to handle them. What did you expect, really?”

“I don’t know, but certainly not avoiding me, that’s not the answer to any problem” I raise my voice a little, a hot rage coming from me was palpable in the air.

“well I’m sorry if I can’t be the perfect guy you want me to be. Apparently I’m some kind of imbecile since I can’t take correct decisions” he’s fully screaming at me now. I want to cry like a baby.

“you’re being idiotic Eddie, you’re missing the point. I came here to make things better, not to fight” I hold both my arms with my own hands to give me some kind of comfort.

“pretty fucking nice we’re treating each other, ¿don’t you think?” still loud, the vocabulary extends a little.

“we’re losing the thread of the conversation, please” I try my best to calm down as it’s not going well and I’m making him react the worst possible, and that makes me wanna cry even more.

“¿What do you want from me?” he’s tired, almost as if talking to me devastated him. Made him feel empty.

“¿From the bottom of my heart? For you to love me like I do. But I know I can’t force you to do it, so I want you to be clear, honest. I need to hear you at least, cause being away from you it’s killing me” the sweet sound of his voice was like caramel to my ears. I loved to hear him talk about his likings and everything he did say during the day. These past four-to-five days were torture. Not being able to hear him, his laugh or just him complaining about a song or movie he hates and had to see cause Wayne wanted to at dinner table.

“I just- I don’t feel like that y/n” and just like that my world fainted. I knew he probably didn’t like me back. But hearing him say it is actually really hurtful.

“Okay... Yeah, that’s what I needed. See? That wasn’t so bad” tears roll down on my face, from my cheeks to end in my lips, where I taste them, salty.

“it’s not okay, you’re hurt now, you’re hurt cause I don’t love you like a woman” his hands are in the air, every movement defining his uncomfortable behaviour.

“I lived before being unloved by you even as a friend, I’m not gonna die without your love” I state my point as a ‘I don’t care if you don’t love me back’ even when I do.

“so you don’t want us to be friends anymore?” almost a question, almost an statement.

“that’s not what I said, c'mon”

“you said that if you didn’t have my friendly love you would live anyways”

“yes, but do you know how fucking much that would hurt? Eddie, I rather have you as a friend than not have you at all” my brows frowning as I plead with my eyes. I plead that he understands how much I love him as a friend first and then whatever this is. “I can live without being loved by you, but I can’t live without you in my life” I take his hands in mine, he flinches at first, then he let’s me take them. “you’ve been my person all this damn time, you’ve been there for me and we’ve been each other’s comfort. I can’t lose you. A world without you in it is a world I don’t wanna live in. A little heartache won’t kill me, I’ve been there before. Loosing you will, looking at you and not being able to talk to you. Seeing you from afar and thinking I can’t tell you to come watch a movie, to hear a new song with me. Walk through the forest with you or go to parties just to drink and dance then go for a burger and home like old people. Smoking together and sharing the most stupid thoughts, laughing so hard it hurts, but good. That would kill me” the sudden feeling of his hand on my cheek makes me go black instantly. Forgetting my love for him would be the hardest I’ll ever had to do. But it had to be done.

“I’ll eventually come back to you, I know. But I’m not ok, I never meant for this to happen and I feel responsible. Hope you can forgive me and give me the space I need, I’ll come back to you when I’m better, when I’m not feeling guilty or like I could break your heart even more for being close to you, with any gesture of mine” all of his insecurities about this were showing finally, and I felt like I broke the most pure thing I had in my life. I should of kept my mouth shut. He leaves again, this time I just know he ain’t coming back, cause I’m not gonna look for him like today. I interrupted his space to see him, that’s not gonna happen again. He prefers not to keep me, that’s okay, I’ll learn to live like this. Wish I wasn’t crying like I just lost my life.

[almostgigi]

Eddie texts 📱

"come live with me"

[almostgigi]

🌹right here, right now🌹

Summary: Eddie and reader are in Mr. Kohl office waiting for their punishments but he's late.

Note: sorry in advance for any mistake there might be, I'm not fluent in English as it is not my first language.

WC: 3.8k

Content Warning: fem!reader, reader likes Eddie but he doesn't know her, smut MDNI, fingering, unprotected piv (don't do that, please be responsible), filthy talk, marking, exhibitionism kink, squirting, breading kink (if you squint), just filthy stuff. Let me know if I forget anything!!

I was sitting in the principal’s office when he came in, storming into the place like a hurricane. The door almost getting out of it’s place. I flinch at the loud sound and he doesn’t notice. He sits by my side with his eyebrows frowning and a look in his eyes that was kinda scary. I’m on my phone so it’s not awkward and there’s not weird looks in between us. He has his backpack across his chest and grabs it really tight like his life depends on it. I look at him slightly with my peripheral vision and notice his heavy breathing on my ears. His heart was probably going a mile per minute.

“you ok?” I ask without taking my eyes of my phone and the pictures I was watching. He takes notice of me and my question.

“you talking to me?” he sounds raspy like he was fighting to talk.

“do you see anyone else on the room I could be talking to instead?” my response comes out a bit more rude than I expected so I change my face and turn around.

“wow, rude girl, I see” he softens the grip on his backpack and turns too.

“sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that” I really didn't.

“s’okay, I can imagine you got a bad day if you’re here” at least he’s nice.

“so do you right?” anyone who gets to meet the principal’s office is definitely having a bad one.

“you could say that, yeah” I get a confused look on my face as he stares at me. “what?” he asks in between laughs. Cute.

“what did you do?” I ask softly “to be here, what did you do?” I repeat.

“oh, uhm- I shouldn’t tell you, s’gross” he scrunches his nose as he speaks.

“ah come on, it can’t be worse than Jimmy Cooper sticking his used gum on Mrs. O’Donnell lunch last week. Can it?” there’s a little fear in my words as I can’t believe anything worse or more gross than that. He makes a face that indicates to me that it is, in fact, grosser than what Jimmy did. “what the fuck did you do, Munson?” I’m now on the edge of my seat.

“wait, you know my name? how come I don’t know yours but you know mine if I’ve never seen you before?” he’s at the edge of his now.

“you might have this rare disease called “not noticing pretty girls”, s’bad, if I were you I’ll be heading to the doctor right away after talking to the principal” I press my lips together in a fine line when I’m done talking and I nod, then laugh.

“ouch, I’m sorry lady. S’there a cure for this?” he ask with a hand on his chest, he takes it seriously as he can’t take his eyes off of mine.

“probably, haven’t been discovered yet tho. I know, s’shitty, m’sorry man, good luck at the doctor’s appointment anyways” we both chuckle after a few seconds. This is probably the best interaction I’ve had in years.

“no worries, I’ll call you when I get real sick” he says.

“what for?” I get confused.

“gonna need a nurse to take care of me and my poor state” his voice gets deeper as he talks like this.

“you should know I charge more for specialized treatment tho” I raise my brows at him, I’m not easy to get.

“I can pay you whatever way you need or want” he plays with me.

“oh now you’re just teasing. You’re awful Eddie, you killed the vibe” I get a finger in the air, accusing him in an also playful way.

“so there was a vibe, I wasn’t crazy after all” he moves the chair closer to me. “what did you do to be here” his eyes narrow on my way.

“don’t change the subject, I asked you first” I was not gonna forget that he never answered.

“well I don’t wanna tell but you insist so here we go. I got an f on one of my geometry test just because Mr. Larson doesn’t like me, I did good and he failed me, so I pissed his car door” I wish someone could take a picture of my face in this exact moment a frame it to put in the louvre “I told ya it was gross, you asked for it baby”

“don’t call me baby after you said that, eww” I scrunch my nose in disgust “although I think he deserves it, he’s pretty mean to me too”

“ohh we can’t have him being mean to baby right?” he teases again. I throw a look at him, letting him know what I mean. “sorry for the teasing, it’s who I am”

“wanna know what I did now?” I try my best to keep the topic of him teasing me as far as I can.

“yes, please”

“I got in a verbal fight with one of my classmates and I was in the right, but my teacher picked sides with my classmate and told me to shut up so I told her to go fuck herself. You should’ve seen her face, she could not believe what she heard. Was fucking hilarious” my foot was now closer to his, almost touching each other.

“savage” he says in a funny tone, but looking at the floor where our feet were now touching.

“I know, I know, I’m iconic” I joke, trying to make him laugh and I’m successful.

“I think is really brave to stand for yourself with an adult who doesn’t know what respect for the others is” most of his words come out shaky but genuine. I was about to say something to him but the door was opened and the secretary told us the principal was gonna be late for another half an hour, so we had to wait more.

“fucking awesome” I say. I watch as she closes door and Eddie goes to the principal’s chair and sits on it.

“he sure has better things to do right? Such a busy man” he sits straight and begins to talk again. “if it wasn’t for me this school would be a little shit dumpster. All this kids are nothing without me” his voice sounds funny since he’s trying his best to copy Mr. Kohl’s tone. “I’m a man of word, and you should trust when I tell you I’m gonna make this delinquents into decent people no matter how I have to do it” he continues.

“oh sir, but all that work must be so stressful, isn’t it?” I follow his game and he looks at me with open eyes.

“indeed it is sweet girl, why you ask?”

“I thought maybe…” I stand of my place and approach him. “maybe I could help you sir”

“you think you can young lady?” he says. I put one leg on each side of his sitting body. “what you think you’re doing?” he stutters in between words. I feel his body tense underneath me.

“I’m helping you sir, I can make all the stress go away and I’m gonna show you how” it’s not a secret I like Eddie, all of my friends know it. He’s the one that never noticed me, but I never cared; until now, where I find myself about to show him what he’s been missing.

“I-i- shit. I don’t think you shou- oh my god” all he can do is whimper from the way my hips are bucking into his right now.

“come on now sir, don’t you like me?” he probably should know I’m not playing anymore, this is true now. I pout and look intensely into his dark brown eyes.

“s’not that sweetheart, I-you shouldn’t be doing this here”

“you heard the secretary, he’ll be gone for half an hour more, we got time” he doesn’t seem to be comfortable with the situation as he keeps looking at the door. “I find the fact that someone could find us so fun, don’t you? I thought you were cool Munson”

“I am”

“not right now, you’re not being cool” my hands travel to the back of his neck and I kiss him deeply, desire building in my heart.

“fine” he says as soon as he can without stopping the kiss. One of my hands tries to unbuckle his belt with difficulty, and he helps me with his own hands. I lift my skirt to let him see my lilac and already wet panties. “holy fuck” the air I his lungs leaving is my favorite sound until now. Like he’s devoted to my body. I touch him over his boxer and I can’t believe he goes around packing like that. I don’t even exaggerate when I say he’s the biggest I’ve ever had. “found something you like?” I can’t take my eyes away from that part of him but I force myself and look up to him.

“maybe…” I say as I run a finger ever so slightly over his clothed length making him hiss at the contact.

“you’re such a tease” his tone let’s me know he doesn’t like it, he prefers if I just take it. But I’m not doing that just yet. This is too good to be so short.

“well, I was about to be put in detention for a reason sir” I keep my slight touch on his chest this time.

“you like being like this? like being a bad girl?” I nod “you do, right? you adore coming to see me. I bet you do it on purpose”

“I do sir, I misbehave so I can be with you in this tiny room, so I can be in your lap, so you can feel how good I wanna be for you” now where the fuck was that amount of words coming from? It’s like I was possessed and I liked it.

“my God, you’re so dirty baby” his voice is now so low, I can feel how he gets hard under me even more.

“you haven’t even heard half of it sir, I can be so much dirty. You just have to ask me” I put on my best puppy eyes as I look at him. The desire in his face shows. He’s just as horny as I am now.

“well then, I want you to be the dirtiest you’ve ever been, don’t even hold back a word. I want you full package” his hands go to my waist for a moment and then to my panties where the wet patch was. Two of his fingers touch me where I need him the most.

“please” the trail he does burns me.

“please what, baby? I need you to speak to me beauty” he says in a low tone.

“please touch me, I need you now” I can’t contain it anymore. I need his playful hands on my burning body.

“that’s what I like to hear” he smiles at me. The fingers that were dancing over my underwear were now putting it aside “you’re so fucking wet and I haven’t done anything to you. You got this worked up just by fantasizing with me baby?” I nod as that is the only thing I can do right now. He inserts his fingers finally, in an agonizingly slow motion, I watch as he does so. “already got you dumb on me princess? God, you look so pretty all dumb on my fingers” I whimper as my walls close around him. “so fucking hot, you sound amazing”

“i- Eddie i-” my pleadings seem to be satisfying to him as I look up at him and I find him grinning.

“you-you what sweet girl?” he mocks my stuttering and kisses my cheek. I keep whimpering because I don’t want the secretary to hear me. “you wanna cum baby?” I nod frenetically. “ow, then you do so” Suddenly his movements became faster, fingers hooking on a sweet spot inside of me that was making me see stars.

“oh, fuck, right there! yes! right there!” I scream in a whisper.

“right there baby? that’s the spot? how does it feel for you?” he asks, examining my face.

“it-it feels so fffucking good, I wanna cum all over your fingers” my senses are fucked right now, I can’t even think correctly.

“do it princess, soak me please” his dirty words were doing it for me and he wasn’t gonna stop there. “God, she’s sucking me in. Such a greedy cunt you have here” the feeling of release finally traveling to my lower stomach and letting me have the best orgasm of my life. I come undone on his hands as he helps me to come down of my high. As soon as he takes both fingers out from my insides he puts them in his mouth, sucking on them and getting them clean with his tongue.

“fucking hell, that’s so hot of you Munson” no boy ever had the decency of tasting me before.

“you are as sweet as you look, pretty” he says in a sweet voice. He leans in and kisses me, letting our tongues meet and collapse with each other. “I hope you don’t take this personal, but I need to fuck you”

“oh Eds, I take it very personal. Which means that if you don’t fuck me now I’m gonna fuck you myself”

“I’m very hard right now, if I don’t take it out it’s going to burst” his brows frowning and his big doe eyes looking up at me were the prettiest thing to see.

“take it out then, I wanna see it” with a fast movement of his hands and hips the jeans were lowered to the point where it was easier to have access to his boxers. Seconds later I tug the hem of them with my fingers and I set it free. My mouth waters at the view and I can feel myself getting wetter just by the thought of him inside of me. My cunt clenches and he sees it.

“such a pretty pussy, I wonder how it looks with my cock inside” he keeps the words heavy and dirty just for me. I feel hot and bothered just for him. I grab his cock and line it with my entrance, rubbing the tip just a little so it can get wet with my juices. I sit on him slowly and we both moan at the feeling. He’s stretching me so much. “Pussy’s so tight, it’s clenching around me so good” his hand grabs my neck and pulls me closer to kiss me in a feral way. My teeth catches his lower lip and bites it slightly not to hurt him. “get up, bend over the desk, I can’t fuck you properly in this fucking chair” I hear his demand and I obey him rapidly. My entire body trembling from the uncomfortable position I was in just now. I lower my chest in the desk and he takes one of his hands to the front of my right thigh and knee, bringing it up on the table. This way I was more open for him and he could see my pussy on display. I feel a smack on my ass and he grabs the flesh a little. Soon I feel a small source of air near me. When I realize it's his breathing I don't have time to prepare. His tongue runs the whole way down from top to bottom making me gasp at the sensation. “next time m’gonna spend an hour devouring this pussy, mark my words” he lifts from his knelling position and leaves me thinking about that next time. Was he sure there will be a next time? He wanted to fuck me again and eat me out. Fuck. I was looking forward for that next time already and we weren’t even done yet with this one. Aligning again his length to my entrance, he enters me with a hard and erratic thrust that almost makes me cry, in a good way. We were setting a pace and trying not to be heard. Suddenly one of his hands goes to my covered chest and lifts my shirt a little, grabbing one of my boobs and squishing it tightly. There will be marks on them tomorrow but I didn’t mind as I was lost in the moment, he was fucking me hard enough to cause our skins touching to make a sound. He grabs my leg again taking it forward on the table.

“fuck, I can feel you so deep inside of me, you’re so big Eddie” every inch of his cock making me see stars. My gummy walls accepting his length with love and hotness.

“You’re taking me so well baby, every inch. Perfect pussy was made for me, right baby?” again demanding me and I obey as always.

“y-yes”

“yes what? I thought I asked to be dirty, you’re not being a good girl right now” his tone was now lower and something in it let me know he was getting kinda mad.

“I’m-I’m sorry. Yes, it was made for you, just you” I mumble. I shake my head in an attempt to get my brain clear and be able to think but his hands on my waist and chest were taking out of my body. It was like I was experiencing it outside of what was actually happening, it was strange.

“that’s better. I love the sounds she makes when I go all the way out and I put it in like this” he says pulling out almost completely just to put it in again extremely hard making me moan into my own hand. The squelching sound my pussy made thanks to our juices combined was delicious.

“o-oh my god”

“you like that? Good. Wanna know what m’gonna do? m’gonna cum inside of you and you’re gonna take care of it” I never in my life had taken pills before, turns out I’m gonna have to start. Truth is, we were fucking raw and as much as I know Eddie hasn’t been with anyone else I don’t wanna be pregnant in a matter of weeks. He continues. “I want you to put your wet panties over this pretty pussy again and keep my cum stored until you get home and I want you to take a picture and send it to me. I wanna see my cum leaking out of you, from her before you clean it, understood?” he had a plan for me, a dirty, filthy plan and I liked it. How could I like this? In the whole year that I’ve spent liking Eddie I’ve have never imagined he was like this. I would look at him in the cafeteria with his friends and think he was sweet, always taking care of the boys in his club and making them feel safe and that they fit. Something that was never given to him. A sense of belonging was what he always needed and never had. Boys at school could be very cruel, even more to a kid that was different and proud like Eddie. I would also stare at him at the library, where I always find him on Wednesdays, looking for a new sci-fi book to devour. Or maybe on the parking lot where he would stop to smoke for ten minutes, probably listening to some music while he does. I loved to watch him smoke, even though I hate people that smoke, I find him really sexy when he does. It’s the way he grabs it in between his fingers ever so delicate and brings it to his lips, sucking and then blowing the smoke away. Like I said, so sexy. I get distracted in my thoughts that I barely remember to respond.

“I’ll be good Eddie, I’ll take care of your cum, please. I feel so full, fuck” his cock had found the spot and the head was now abusing it. I put both my hands on the desk, lifting my ass a little bit more and I feel my stomach revolve. The feeling of release again hitting my lower belly but this time there was something more. The hand that was on my boob releases it and goes to my clit, rubbing fast circles in it applying enough pressure to give me the pleasure I want so bad. A few seconds more and I cum around his cock, I hear the gushing sounds of my wetness and I feel sedated. I close my eyes and let go.

“Fuck baby, you squirted all over my fucking cock, Jesus. Got all over the table baby, shit” so I squirted, that was what I felt. He was fucking me so good it made me do something I never did before. He kept fucking me through my orgasm and I felt overstimulated. “Ah, you keep squirting baby, fucking shit, I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside you”. Once I regain my senses, I started throwing my ass back against his cock at the same time he hit me. “Oh that’s it baby, take it, take it, take it” one of his hands smacking my ass cheek as I did. “Yeah, take that fucking cock” I love this version of him that I didn’t know until now. He was a beast, a menace in the best of senses. If I had a very sweet person like him fuck me like this everyday I’ll loose my fucking mind. He grabs my face and makes me turn to look at him while he keeps pounding me from behind. “Look at me, here baby, I want you to look at me when I fill you up” a good and hard thrusts more and he came inside of me, all his hot, sweet cum shooting inside my walls.

He helps me lower down my leg and slowly pulls out and puts my underwear back in a fast movement. Gives a few pats on my clothed pussy and rubs it.

“I want that picture when you get home” he reminds me of his demand. I nod while smiling and I turn to kiss him. “how many classes you have the rest of the day?” he asks interested. We love around and sit on our places.

“just one, biology 3” I was already thinking about how uncomfortable that class would be with a big load of cum trying to come out of my cunt.

“great, I’m in that one too, it’s gonna be fun” I gasp as I realize he’s gonna watch me the entire time but I have nothing left to say as the door is open now. The principal enters and looks like he’s been dealing with something huge that we don’t know about.

“Okay kids, this day has been extremely tiring and I’m sorry I made you wait so long. There’s no much to say as you both have detention on Friday” he takes some papers from the desk and we turn to leave. Suddenly he yells to the secretary and we can’t help but laugh loudly as we hear what he tells her.

“Susan!? Why is my desk all wet and sticky!?”

Well we hope he doesn’t look at the cameras or we’ll be screwed. Detention would be the last of our worries.

[almostgigi]

More than enough 🌙

Content warning: fem!reader, angst, fluff, reader's abusive past, bad language, provocative language, pda.

WC: 1.2k

This is my first time posting and in English (which is not my native language), but not my first time writing. Be nice!

We are close, we are. But sometimes I feel like I can’t let him in. I’ve been friends with Eddie for quite a long time, we are good friends. I love him.

But that seems to be not enough.

Time to time he likes to place his hand on my knee, no matter what the context is. We could be talking to our friends, watching a movie or just sitting on the beach, he is going to place his hand somewhere in my body. I just know it. I’ve spent time observing and studying Eds to the point where I know his tendencies and his movements. I know him enough to be aware that his love language is physical touch, he likes to touch people, me specially. And I hate to be myself whenever he does.

Now don’t get me wrong. I love him, I do. And I like that he shows his love to me some way or another, or the one he feels comfortable with. I just can’t stand to be touched in some places.

When I was younger I had a dad, now I don’t anymore. But the thing is, he use to lay his hands, his horrible, big, hurting hands on me. On some places of my body. All I know is hurting touch, and my entire self is afraid of it in general. I know damn well Eddie could never mean to hurt me. But I learned not to trust myself when it comes to promises. Promises can and will be broken. So whenever he lays his hand on me, I move around or get up and make a dumb excuse to go away.

I would love nothing more than to be able to like his touch, to receive his caresses and his tickles like they’re good. I’m just afraid that if he touches me long enough, he will realize I’m broken, abused, bruised. And I’m even more scared he doesn’t wanna touch me anymore.

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It's a beautiful night, full of stars and nature sounds. Eddie and I are sitting outside of his trailer watching some kids play with a black cat as we eat some snacks. Like I predicted, one of his hands ends up in my knee and I become aware that he’s staring at me. But this time I can’t escape.

“everything ok?” he asks as he sees my full-of-worry eyes. And I wanna cry cause his hand is soft and my hot skin doesn’t want to stop being touched.

“uhm, yeah. I just have to… have to look for something in-” I try to make an excuse again, like I always do but I find myself being cut by him.

“no-uh. You’re staying here and you’re going to tell me what wrong” his face goes all confused and angry and I don’t know what to say. “did I do somethin’, pretty? If I did just tell me cause I can’t stand another day with you running away from me when I touch your leg” he knows. He fucking knows, he’s seen through me. Was I that transparent?

“I don’t know what you mean” all I know for now is to play dumb, even though my brain tells me he’s not buying that shit.

“you know damn well baby, it’s like I disgust you, but you keep being with me so either you have a problem with me or with yourself but you have it and I wanna know cause it’s killing me, please” his pleading gets to my chest and my heart starts beating faster and stronger. If I could I would stop his pain.

What do I say now?

“you don’t disgust me Eds, it’s just… I can’t do it” the ways I could explain this are escaping from me now. I just wanna say it, have a random speech where I say everything that’s happening and he looks at me with love. Like in the movies. But this is not a movie.

“then what is it?” he turns around completely and observes me changing his look from my eyes to my hands from time to time. “you don’t like me touching you, I get that. I just can’t decipher why. Do I make you uncomfortable?” I shake my head no to him, still not able to lock my eyes with his. He tries to catch my chin in an attempt to get me looking at him, but he hesitates half way. He does touch me in the end, as he says sorry. With teary eyes I finally talk.

“I don’t want you to feel like I hate your hands on me, that’s not what I feel” he lets me speak, hears everything and gives me my space. I take a deep and long breath before continuing talking. “every touch I’ve known in my life has been my father’s. And it wasn’t a nice touch, I hope you understand cause saying it makes me wanna puke” I open myself although I don’t look at him, not wanting him to see how broken I am.

“sweetheart…” his tone is sweet, like when you talk to a scared kid.

“I just don’t wanna be hurt again” the tears already ricocheting.

“I would cut my own hand before I ever hurt you sweetheart” his words sincere as the stars above us. His eyes so bright as he approaches his hand to my cheek. I decide to take a risk, for him. I keep still waiting for him to caress me and close my eyes. His soft skin against mine fills my heart with something I can’t quite understand just now. A thumb goes across my cheek and over my eyelids, cleaning my tears away. He gets closer and closer until I feel his breath in my face. A gentle and simple kiss is deposited on my forehead. I open my eyes to find him inches away from me and still holding my face. “if you let me, I wanna show you that you don’t have to be afraid anymore” he says while he looks at my lips.

“I’m tired being afraid Eds. I’m tired of running away from you when in fact, I wanna run to you” eyebrows frowning and teary-eyed he leans in and kisses me, this time on the lips. I take time adapting to his softness and the warm feeling in my stomach. Maybe touch was a way out this time. Maybe all I needed was his touch to finally be free. He had the loveliest touch and I was starved. I break the kiss just a little to be able to talk “kids are watching Eddie” I giggle in between our mouths.

“they have to learn somehow” he jokes. He’s probably not used to reading in between lines.

“maybe we could continue somewhere else” he keeps kissing me like I’m gonna evaporate at any moment.

“I’m fine just here” I snort.

“somewhere like… perhaps your room?” he breaks the kiss this time and examines my face. “and maybe you can show me… other places you can touch me” I dare myself. I risk my life.

“fuck, yes” he takes my hand and pulls it, leading me into the trailer. All I ever feared at some point in my life was taken away that night. He made me believe I could be confident again. We are close, and I love him. That’s more than enough.

[almostgigi]

Thank you. For what? For being you.  Aw, thanks. I don’t know how to be anyone else. Yeah. That’s what I love about you.