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my step-father is trying to kick me and my mother out whilst simultaneously changing the passcode to the internet so we don't have access :-D

So uhh please be patient with my WIPs it's bout to be rough out here hjsgsja

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hi!! could i please request prompt # 11 with joel miller? thank youuuu :)

Joel Miller x afab!f!reader

Warnings: spit, degradation, cursing, p in v, unprotected, rough. Joel refers to reader with f!pronouns. Calls her “good girl” etc.

Absolutely!! This is my first prompt I've written, I'm so excited eee~

Thank you for requesting, I hope this satisfies your needs! And for the others who have requested I appreciate your patience. Don't worry I'm working on them just please continue to be patient with me.

Thank you to all of those that have requested and if you would like to request check out my prompt list HERE

As always this is 18+ so minors please DO NOT INTERACT!!

This can be read for the video game or show Joel Miller

I love daddy Joel, enjoy~

“Just can’t keep that damn mouth shut now can you?” Joel grunts.

You mewl at his words, his pace was unrelenting. He had you pinned to the nearest wall, a wall you were surprised was still standing. The cracks and holes from the years of abandonment still held together. And the way Joel was fucking you right now couldn’t help it from not falling apart anymore than it already was. 

He was brutal, you had been teasing him all day and he was sick of it. You two were on a regular patrol today, nothing too serious, just regular rounds and fighting off the few infected in the area. But you couldn’t help yourself.

Joel had just looked too good today and maybe you had an extremely vivid dream of him fucking you dumb earlier this morning. So you decided to do what you do best, tease the older man. And oh how it worked so well.

Now Joel has had his fair share of dealing with your neediness, so when you were more clingy than usual he just wrote it off as another day. Tending to it slightly with more lingering touches when he would help you climb up some broken debris or the way he would grab your face to kiss you after you two had close encounters with infected. 

As nice as it was to feel his touch more often, especially the sweet kisses you two shared, you couldn’t lie when you’d tell yourself that you wanted so much more. See Joel may be a grumpy old man yet he knew how to love. But, he knew how to fuck even better. And you were going to do everything in your power to get him to fuck you today, either on patrol or off. 

This is why you’re in the certain predicament you’re in now. His strong arms hold your frame tight as his hips snap into yours. His face buried in the crook of your neck, groaning at the feeling of you wrapped so warmly around his cock. 

You couldn’t stop your moans, the way he kept hitting that one sweet spot had you going wild. You two were alone in an abandoned apartment building, clearing out the infected that you had come across. But Joel knew the ins and outs of the post-apocalyptic world, infected were scattered all over, especially clickers. So the volume in which your moans were at needed to be quieted down immediately. 

Not to say Joel didn’t love the way you called out his name, dumb on his cock as he fucked you raw. But at this specific moment he needed you to do one thing, in which you were doing the complete opposite.

“What did I say about keeping your mouth shut Darling? We’re still outside the base.” He gave you a particularly harsh thrust which caused an even higher pitched moan to leave your lips. 

His hand came up to grab at your jaw, craning your head so you can meet his eyes. He looked bothered, you couldn’t help yourself. How could you help yourself? He was fucking you so good. 

“How ‘bout I make you shut that damn mouth?” 

You whimpered at his words, “S-so sorry Sir-!” 

He squished your cheeks, your lips pursuing as he cut off your words. A smirk adorned his features as he thought about what he was about to do. 

“Open your mouth.” You obey his command, letting your tongue roll out of your mouth as you look up at him with doe eyes. He spits on your tongue, closing your mouth before it dribbles down, “Don’t you dare fuckin’ swallow it, keep that shit in your mouth.” 

The pads of his fingers came in contact with your clit and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could feel the familiar build up of your orgasm approaching. You wanted to say something but you didn’t want to disobey his command. Plus Joel knew you were close, he knew every inch and every tick your body had when it came to pleasing you. 

“Such a fuckin’ loud slut, m’glad I could shut that damn mouth.” He grunted. 

He was soon approaching his end, your walls squeezing around him so deliciously. As much as he berated you for being so loud, he was struggling to be quiet himself. His harsh pants against your cheek, your muffled moans with his spit in your mouth. The way his cock would hit your sweet spot and the pads of his rough calloused fingers circling your clit, it was all becoming too much. Before you knew it you were unraveling against him, convulsing at the pleasure and he wasn’t far behind. He spilled his seed into you and fucked it up your hole for a few more thrusts. 

When he was done he didn’t pull out, instead he held your chin. He looks into your eyes and you open up your mouth showing him his spit that was set on your tongue. Along with yours they were mixed together in the filthiest of ways. He grins wildly at you, giving you a slight nod. You swallow it all down and show him your tongue again. 

“Such a good girl.” He mumbles as he presses his lips into yours for a searing kiss. 

He slowly pulls himself out and you whine at the loss of his warmth, already missing him inside you. You were breathless and finally satisfied. The one thing you’ve been fantasizing about all day has finally been given to you. 

“I might have to start annoying you on patrol more often.” You lightly joke, still leaning against the cracked wall for support. 

“Darling if you do that again, spit won’t be the only thing I make you hold in your mouth.” His eyes darken as he spoke. 

As much of a nuisance you were, he wouldn’t mind upping the punishment a bit more the next time you acted up. 

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HANDSSSSSS

EDDIE MUNSON + HANDS Stranger Things 4 (2022)

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“I could fix him” or I could NOT fix him and kiss him passionately on the mouth and let him be my mentally unstable bbg

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Me writing smut at work

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dude I wish they went on to develop his character even more. I get that they probably killed him off for Max's development (or more crazy shit to go down in the upside down in the future) but like imagine her development with a Billy that actually wants to change and try to be a better person. LIKE COME AWNNN-

I'm sure my thoughts are nothing new, but stick with me. Billy being all rough and tumblin', denim wearing, mullet rocking tough guy — using his sexual prowess as a tool to get by, to get what he wants — but nobody ever stopped to actually take a closer look, and to actually realize that his whole gimmick is actually a facade, a defense mechanism, even! All to hide his true self. The show wasted his character big time. It's such a shame, I suppose we are all here under this tag to tell each other what could've been, had he been treated better. Making stories that could've been. A true tragedy, really. he's flawed, but he's got potential. He's imperfect, and that could've been something.

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My Dear Filthies~

|| 18+ Rules, characters and info below the cut ||

I've decided to do a fic writing prompt for the first time everrrrrr!! Since this is a MuLTi-Fandom account I will be doing different characters from different movies/shows/games.

These are pure smut filth prompts so 18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

WARNING!! These prompts have Dark! themes so if you are not into Dark content please don't continue - You have been warned!!

|| These fics will be for afab!readers/fem!readers ||

|| Mentions of blood, death, knives, guns and swearing below ||

Rules:

One person per request, unless you want two characters in one prompt. No more than two please. I will not be doing anything involving piss/shit/vomit, extreme age-play or CNC. Please be patient, I am only one person :] Thank you for requesting!! Any questions feel free to ask.

These prompts will not be extremely long. I don't want to overdo myself so thank you for understanding~

Characters I will be writing for:

Billy Hargrove || Eddie Munson || Steve Harrington || Brahms Heelshire || Joel Miller || Simon Ghost Riley || John Price || John Soap MacTavish || Kyle Gaz Garrick ||

Specific Themes (If you want them):

Knife Play || Gun Play || Blood Play || Spit Kink || Stalker/Possessive || Stockholm Syndrome || Deranged || Dark! ||

Prompts:

"Don't worry I'll take my time with you."

"You gonna listen to me, or am I gonna have to make you listen?"

He drags the knife up your bare chest, lightly tracing the blade in between your breasts, "I just wanna see you bleed, Sweetheart."

"Your lips would look so much prettier wrapped around my cock."

"You're not going anywhere Darling."

"I dare you to say that shit again."

"Take it Whore."

"Just like that, lemme watch you."

"Keep it on, need to see you in it."

"Watch your mouth Slut before I put it to good use."

"Open your mouth." You obey his command, letting your tongue roll out of your mouth as you look up at him with doe eyes. He spits on your tongue, closing your mouth before it dribbles down, "Don't you dare fucking swallow it, keep that shit in your mouth."

"Go on, s'not gonna suck itself."

You felt an arm wrap across your chest, lifting you up he pounded into you harder than before. He grabs your chin forcing you to look in the mirror in front of you both, "Watch as I fuck you dumb Sweetheart, s'goddamn pretty."

"Why wouldn't you worship me?"

"Oh you want to worship me?"

"Please just use me however you want, I wanna be your toy."

His fingers grasp at the ends of your shirt, knees slammed into the ground, "Please don't leave me, I'll be a good boy."

"I wanna taste you, please baby." He begs.

"I will kill for you, you're mine, no one else's."

Blood dripped down his arms to the tips of his fingers, the red liquid pooling on the floor beneath him. Knife clenched tight he stares at you intently, "I did this for you."

Request Away Filthies~

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I am absolutely flabbergasted this don’t got more notes. All three chapters. The entire read was UGHHHHHHHHHG LIKE HOLY FUCK-

Surrender III

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Lesbian!Chrissy Cunningham

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

cw: established relationship, platonic!hc (eddie and chrissy are college besties), questioning/bi reader, threesome, fingering, oral (fem-fem giving and receiving), piv sex (unspecified birth control), squirting, one instance of spanking and singular use of the nickname “daddy” (not by r, it’s kind of a joke?) 6.5k

Everyone is aged early 30s. 18+, MDNI

“Hey…are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Eddie’s voice is soft in your ear and you have to slightly rouse yourself, nearly having fallen asleep as you and he wait for Chrissy to arrive.

The room is quiet except for the low sound of the album he put on the record player, vinyl crackling occasionally, and the faint humming of the fan overhead pushing cool air down on your half-dressed bodies.

He’s drawn the gauzy curtains closed so the fading sunlight can still filter through and casts across the bed in a hazy glow. You lay flat on your stomach, wearing a pair of sweatpants a size or so too big so they’re slung low on your hips, and only your bra so he can gently rake his nails over the expanse of your back.

“Yeah,” you whisper, still halfway half-asleep. “I’m nervous, but I’m excited.”

“Me too.” He smiles at you and leans over to place a gentle kiss on your shoulder. “I just don’t want you thinking this was like a plan or something. I thought for sure these days were behind us, I never imagined this would happen.”

“Old habits die hard,” you snicker.

He grins back, his smile deepening the dimples in his cheeks and making your own heart swell.

“And you know you can take it back any time, right? Neither of us is gonna be disappointed or mad or anything like that. We just want you to have a good time.”

His steady voice and the words he’s saying warm your chest and you nod, cheek rubbing against the pillow under your face.

“I know that,” you say. “I trust you both.”

You fall quiet for a moment, chewing thoughtfully on your lip, and open your eyes to look up at him. 

“Hey, um…are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Of course,” Eddie smiles. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, maybe because I was a total jealous nightmare obsessing about you and Chrissy getting together and now…”

You fall silent, pushing down the crack in your voice you can feel coming. Eddie tips your head up to look at him and gives a reassuring smile.

“I just kind of feel like a hypocrite,” you admit to him, your voice small.

“Don’t,” Eddie tells you, still smiling. “I get why you were worried, especially when I wasn’t telling you everything. You think you don’t deserve good things, so you can’t help but think when you have something good that it’s going to be taken away.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your temple. You sigh at the feeling of his lips on your skin, the way his stubble rubs your hairline and gives you shivers that run across your scalp. You could have never imagined how good it would feel being with someone who knows you like he does. Someone who knew your body inside out, but also your head. And your heart.

“I know Chrissy…and I know you,” he tells you. “Neither of you would hurt me. You’re the best thing in my life. Nothing and no one is going to change that.”

He leans in to kiss you again, too wrapped up in one another to notice the turn of a key in the front door or the soft creak of its hinges.

“It’s you and me, right?” he murmurs, keeping his lips close to yours.

You nod decisively and whisper back. “It’s you and me.”

“God, you guys are like…disgustingly cute.”

You and Eddie’s heads both lift at the sound of another voice in the room. Chrissy leans against the door frame, arms crossed in front of her chest with a doting smile on her face. She’s dressed much more casually than the last time you saw her, in a matching set of velour sweats like an updated version of those Juicy tracksuits that were all the rage in college. 

The soft mocha color of them sets off the red in her hair making it look less blonde than it did at The Hideout. Her make-up is simple, what little she’s wearing at all. You can’t help but grin at the sight of her as you bite down on your bottom lip. Her eyes sparkle as they meet your gaze and her nose scrunches adorably as she smiles at you.

“That’s what you get for breaking and entering,” Eddie chortles. Chrissy just rolls her eyes.

“That’s what you get for never changing your hiding spot.”

She holds up her hand and twirls the spare key Eddie keeps underneath an ogre statue in the yard around her finger. The sun catches on the sparkles on her nails as she lays the key down on your dresser and moves inside the bedroom.

“Someone likes back scratches, huh?”

The mattress dips as Chrissy joins you and Eddie on the bed. She reaches out and traces your spine with her forefinger from the nape of your neck all the way down to the small of your back. It causes more shivers to ripple across your body and you emit a deeply contented sigh.

“Mmhmm, better than a massage,” you hum.

Chrissy’s eyes find Eddie’s over you. “Mind if I take over?” she asks.

He doesn’t answer audibly, but you assume he must have nodded or brandished his hand with a silent be my guest when you feel Chrissy shift and swing out her leg. You feel the gentle graze of her velour sweats as she lowers to straddle you, knees resting on either side of your hips. 

Eddie brushes your cheek one last time with the backs of his fingers and carefully climbs off the bed. “I’m gonna grab us some waters,” he says. “Chris, you need anything else?”

Chrissy glances over her shoulder at him with a playful smile. “Got any candles you can light? A little ambiance never killed anybody.”

“No, but candles sure have,” he says back wryly. “I’ve got some, but it’ll take me a minute.” 

“That’s okay,” Chrissy hums. “We’ll keep ourselves busy.”

You listen as Eddie’s footsteps recede down the hall and you have to try and contain not only your excitement, but also the nerves that are starting to bubble up in your chest. As though she senses it, Chrissy devotes herself to keeping you relaxed. She gently strokes your back with a sensual skim of her fingertips up and down your spine, light as a tickle but smoother.

“I’m gonna unhook this, okay?”

Her hands rest on the clasp of your bra, but she waits to separate it until you give an affirming nod. The relief of it releasing is instantaneous, the band and straps falling away. Chrissy begins to scratch methodically, first with all ten fingers moving as one in a long, slow crawl down your back, and then splitting off in different swirling patterns. She knows all the places that need to be paid special attention, like right above your rib cage where the band dug into your skin all day. Her nails aren’t long, just a short almond shape, but they’re enough to offer a deeper scrape and more relief than Eddie’s blunt fingertips.

Leaning forward so her body presses against your back, she lets her lips hover over your ear.

“If you ever want to stop, you tell me, okay? If you aren’t enjoying yourself, I’m not either.”

“You got that from Eddie,” you say, recalling the first time you’d come over to his place. The first time you’d laid in this bed that would eventually become your own.

Heart in your throat, you’d warned him you weren’t ready to go too far. After all, you were still living in New York at the time and staring down the barrel of your return flight home set for the day after your sister’s wedding in a little over a month. The last thing you needed was to get too attached to someone who lived hundreds of miles away—least of all the sweet, handsome, oddly disarming guy you just met at a strip club. And you knew if you gave in to what your body was screaming for, it would only lead to heartbreak. There was no way it wouldn’t.

Eddie responded perfectly. More than perfectly. He said he didn’t care what you did or how far you went. He only cared about spending as much time with you as he could; and that he would go at whatever pace made you comfortable. If you aren’t enjoying yourself, I’m not either.

Which of course only made you want to do it more.

Chrissy laughs breathily, the sound a sweet and fluffy thing like a wisp of cotton candy.

“Eddie got that from me, babydoll.”

She pushes up on her knees so you have room to roll over onto your back. As you do, your arms come up instinctively to cover your breasts, suddenly feeling ashamed of the way they probably look from this angle, flat and flopping around unlike her tiny, perky ones.

“Don’t hide from me, beautiful,” she tuts, wrapping her hands around your own and bringing them to the zipper of her sweater.

Your fingers fumble around the metal pull and Chrissy helps you drag it down, revealing her skin is bare underneath. She has a faint smattering of freckles across her chest and you stroke your fingers softly along her collar bone and over her breasts as her sweater slides off her arms.

The light pressure of her body settles back down on your hips and she leans forward again, letting her warm chest press against your own. Her long lashes flutter and the gold ‘86 charm hanging on the chain around her neck swings steadily like a pendulum and bumps your chin.

“Can I kiss you?” she asks. Wordlessly, you nod.

Her lips are familiar, in a way. Plush and full, not unlike Eddie’s. They move against yours with purpose—not aggressive, but insistent. Like she’s trying to show you how much she wants this too. Gradually, you open up to her, giving her tongue access to probe your own and sighing softly when it does. The light clicks of your lips meeting again and again fill the room under the gentle strums of the acoustic guitar on the album playing.

You’re so lost in her, you don’t catch the sound of Eddie’s bare feet padding softly on the carpet as he returns. A soft creak makes your eyes fly open and you turn your head to the side. 

“Don’t mind me,” Eddie chuckles, leaning against the low bookshelf your record player sits on.

Beside it, he’s arranged some white pillar candles of varied sizes and states of dripped wax. There’s a soft hiss and a faint smell of smoke as he strikes a match to light them. The flickering flames make his shadow dance on the wall and once he’s done, his attention turns back to you.

His eyes are luminous as he watches you and Chrissy together, the deep brown of them warm and bubbling with excitement seeing the way your lips move so sultry and sensuous with hers.

“She’s a good kisser, huh?” he asks his friend.

“So good,” Chrissy murmurs, pressing her mouth back to yours. She swallows your soft hums and breathy moans of pleasure. Your hands come up to cup her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks and fingers slipping into her fine, soft hair.

She nips gently at your bottom lip, a little hint at wanting something more, and you remember that little request she made on the phone. You slide one hand into her hair until the heel of your palm meets the base of her skull and firmly squeeze the hairs closest to her scalp. 

You don’t yank her head back, just grip her tightly enough to tip it back and get at the column of her neck. You suckle at the skin there, soothing the red mark you make with your tongue after. Her throat vibrates with a moan and you hear the soft plop of Eddie’s own sweats falling to the floor.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans as he palms the front of his boxers.

“Taker her pants off for me, Ed,” Chrissy instructs, tipping her head back down for another kiss.

Eddie nods and kneels dutifully at the foot of the bed. His fingers curl around the waistband of your sweats and he starts to tug them down over your hips and off your legs. He tosses them into the growing heap of clothes by the bed along with his pants and Chrissy’s sweater.

“I think she likes kissing you, Chris,” he says, his fingers toying with your dripping entrance.

“The feeling’s mutual.” Chrissy smiles, shooting you a wink as she slips off you to stand.

She removes her track pants, leaving her in nothing but a dainty thong, and your eyes go wide trying to take all of her in. A smile plays across her pillowy lips as she climbs back onto the bed and drapes herself against your side. You’re now laid bare before them, gazing down at Eddie between the valley of your breasts as he lowers himself to kiss at the apex of your thighs. His breath is warm as he exhales and brings his fingers to your core. 

He slides in one with ease and follows it with a second, relishing the hitch of your breath it causes as he begins to massage your warm, wet walls. There’s more warm breath on your ear as Chrissy leans in close to whisper to you.

“How’s he feel, angel?”

She smoothes her hand over your forehead and brushes a few pieces of hair from your face, letting her fingertips trail over your cheeks.

“He’s…he’s really good,” you pant, struggling to draw breath. Your body is already on fire after just a minute of having Eddie’s fingers, reactive to every touch of Chrissy’s soft hands.

“I’m not surprised,” she giggles, letting her fingers skim your navel. “He learned from the best.”

“Oh, please,” Eddie snorts from between your legs. “I’m completely self-taught.”

“Excuse me?!” Chrissy squeaks in mock outrage. “I’m like your Mr. Miyagi of pussy.”

You start to giggle until Eddie curls his fingers particularly deep and the sound crumbles into a low moan. The two of them continue their light squabbling while you drift away, being blissfully rocked by the pace and rhythm of Eddie’s capable fingers inside of you.

“Not a chance,” he tells her. “If anything, you learned everything you know from me.”

“You have some natural talent, I’ll give you that,” Chrissy concedes. “But there’s always room for improvement.”

With that, Chrissy places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder in a signal to swap places with her. He withdraws his fingers from you, his eyes locking with yours as he brings them to his lips and sucks them into his mouth. Just the sight makes you flutter and ache with need.

Chrissy lifts herself up until she’s suspended over you, caging you between her limbs. Her eyes glimmer as she dips down and little tendrils of hair caress your cheek as she kisses you sweetly. 

“I taught him everything he knows,” she whispers. “But not everything I know…”

Her soft lips skim the line of your jaw, traveling down to your neck and then your breasts. She laves her tongue over your nipple in a dazzling array of circles and flicks, gently rolling one between her fingertips as she suckles the other.

As she moves further down your body, Eddie smoothly moves up to lay beside you.

“Hi,” he whispers, smiling down at you, dimples deepening in his cheeks. “You okay?”

“Yes,” you breathe, the sound hitching in your throat as Chrissy’s warm breath fans across your mound. You meet her sparkling eyes once more as she glances up for one last check-in. Without a word spoken, you can see what she’s asking and you nod eagerly.

Her mouth is a mystifying combination of familiar and fresh. You recognize a couple of Eddie’s moves one or both of them must have learned from watching the other, but there’s still a clear distinction between the two. Where Eddie is precise and exacting in his movements—creative, yet deliberate as he’s working towards a goal—Chrissy has more finesse and flair. 

It’s whimsical and variable, changing up and keeping you constantly attuned to her. It’s kaleidoscopic, in a way, shapes and colors twisting in seemingly random order to create a stunning, beautiful pattern.

While Eddie’s fingers have the benefit of sheer length and girth, Chrissy’s can maneuver more efficiently. They actually dance inside of you, like they’re trying to waltz with your g-spot. It’s not even a matter of better or worse. With a gun to your head, you couldn’t decide which was more enjoyable. Luckily, you don’t have to.

You feel the weight of Eddie’s broad palm as he strokes the top of your head, and dreamily turn your head to look at him.

“How is she, beautiful?” he asks.

“She’s really good…holy shit…”

You hook a finger in his ball chain necklace to tug him down, but find it slack as he’s already on his way to kiss you. His mouth meets yours eagerly, relishing the feeling of the moans and whimpers that fall from your lips as Chrissy plays expertly with your clit.

“This is so great,” Eddie breathes as you pull apart. “I can hardly see you when I’m eating you out and now I’ve got a front row seat. God, you’re fucking gorgeous…”

He swoops in to plant his lips against yours again and it steals all the breath in your lungs. You reach out and fumble like mad to find Chrissy’s hand where she’s holding your thighs apart, weaving your fingers with hers and squeezing to tell her you’ve not forgotten her.

She squeezes your hand back, but lifts her head when your hips start to squirm.

“I think she needs to be fucked soon or we might kill her, Eds,” Chrissy says teasingly.

“That true, baby?” Eddie husks, his voice low in your ear. “You ready for my cock?”

“Yes, yes—please,” you gasp desperately. 

Chrissy’s slides up and her warm body lays against you, sandwiching you nicely between them as she pecks your lips softly.

“How do you want him to take you, angel?”

“From behind,” you say, daringly looking up at her.“So I can eat you out while he fucks me.”

The words feel clumsy coming out of your mouth, but still you commit to the statement as best you can and it must be enough for them to buy it. Chrissy’s large eyes widen even further as she exchanges a glance with Eddie, who looks at her like he might blow his load on the spot if you say something, anything, like that again.

“I think we created a monster,” she chuckles.

Needing no more prompting, Chrissy begins to arrange herself on the bed with a pillow under her hips and lays down another for your chest.

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Eddie says, stroking himself as he watches you get into position.

You roll over on the bed to lay between Chrissy’s spread legs. You let your head drop low to ghost your mouth over her baby blue g-string, noting it’s the same pale shade as her eyeshadow you complimented that night you met at the bar. You lift up your hips, dripping slit on full display as Eddie kneels behind you. He draws a shuddering breath and a loud CRACK fills the room as he smacks his hand down on your ass. Your whole body jerks and you wail pleasurably.

Chrissy props herself up on her elbows and takes your chin between her fingers.

“Someone likes that, huh?” she says. “You like it when Daddy spanks you?”

You nod earnestly, eyes big and round, getting more excited by the second. Chrissy’s eyes flicker over your head to meet Eddie’s as a playful smirk spreads across her lips.

“Maybe keep that in check while she’s neck deep in my pussy?” she suggests

“Will do, Cap’n.”

Eddie gives Chrissy a little salute as you glance back over your shoulder at him. He shoots you a secretive wink, both of you knowing he had no intention of administering another even before Chrissy said something. Any more than one and the pain becomes too much of a distraction.

His ass, on the other hand…

You gasp suddenly, bunching the blanket in your fists as Eddie teases your entrance with the head of his cock. He smears your own juices between your legs, mixing them with the precum leaking from his tip. Rather than sinking inside, he slides it forward and the ridges of his tip and shaft catch on your clit and make you keen forward.

“Should I take these off?” Chrissy asks, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her thong.

“No, I…I wanna,” you say softly.

Your head dips again and you begin a soft trail of kisses following the dip of her hips until you reach the curve of her waist. You place your mouth over the pale blue string, taking the thin elastic band between your teeth to pull it down. Behind you, Eddie actually whines at the sight and he leans sideways to watch as you drag the tiny piece of fabric down over Chrissy’s hip bone. 

With all the grace of a ballerina, she brings her legs together and sticks them up in the air so you can lift her panties off completely. Once they’ve been tossed away, she lets her legs fall open on either side of you and you can’t help but stare. A bare shave, skin smooth and soft as a peach. Pink tissue glistening with her own arousal.

You tilt your head as you regard it, eyes dancing, a little surprised. “Huh,” you say. “It’s so…pretty.”

“Thank you,” Chrissy says with a tittering laugh. “And it tastes as good as it looks.”

You meet her gaze over her mound and the two of you share a devilish smile.

“Start slow, baby,” Eddie coos, his hands running up your sides. “The way I do with you, you know? Touch her thighs…rub around the outside…tease her…get her all needy…”

“Leave her alone, Ed,” Chrissy tuts. “Let her play with her new toy how she wants.”

The two of them exchange a smile and you feel the familiar weight of your boyfriend’s palm smoothing up your spine, the heel of his hand pressing gently down and helping to coax you forward. Your heart pounds in your chest as you descend, tongue slipping out to wet your lips before placing a kiss on the inside of Chrissy’s milky thigh. 

“Mmm, hang on a second,” Eddie says, suddenly backing off the mattress. He walks around to the head of the bed so he’s standing over you as you look up at him plaintively.

“Are you not gonna…”

You glance behind you at the space he just occupied, pussy clenching around nothing as if in mourning. Eddie smiles and leans in close, his hand reaching out to cradle your jaw. You shiver at the roughness of his calloused thumb against your cheek and stare into his eyes.

“I will, baby, I promise,” he says. “You just…god, you look so hot right now I have to watch.”

You swallow hard, torn between the thrill his words send through you and the nerves now creeping up your shoulders and making them tense. Giving head was one of the things you actually felt pretty confident about. Guys were quick to tell you how good you were—Eddie in particular, even before he had discovered your affinity for praise. Of course, you could never shake the suspicion they only told you it was really good so you would do it more often. 

Still, you’d certainly done it enough and you had it on pretty good authority your skills were above average. And you’d sort of been hoping maybe you could coast on that and Chrissy might help you with the finer points. But the thought of Eddie watching you do it? Being on display like that…not only having to be good, but also make it look like it was good?

What if you were bad at it? What if Chrissy hated it and didn’t have the heart to tell you after all this build up? You imagined her lovely face grimacing as you remained oblivious between her thighs. That would be a disaster in and of itself, but the thought of Eddie bearing witness to your spectacular failure? 

At least if he was fucking you, he’d have something to keep him occupied.

“Hey,” Chrissy whispers, placing her hand on your other cheek so they’re each cupping a side of your face. “Come out of your head, angel.”

“Sorry,” you say meekly. “I’m…I’m trying to stay confident, it’s just hard.”

“Baby, why? You’re doing so good,” Eddie hums. “And you’re so sexy, can you really blame me for wanting to watch this?”

Your lip quivers as you avoid his gaze. “I just…it feels like I’m on display…”

“We’re not here to judge,” Chrissy says with a kind smile. “We know this is new for you, you’re not gonna get a scorecard at the end.”

“Just pretend I’m not here,” Eddie chuckles. “Chris already is.”

Chrissy swats his shoulder and it makes all three of you laugh gently. You look back and forth between them, warm brown eyes and sparkling blue-green ones. Both pairs shining and eager, focused solely on you, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.

Making it easy to believe you are.

You carefully lean forward and peck Chrissy on the lips, then turn your head to kiss Eddie’s as well. And back to Chrissy, for longer this time, cupping her jaw before returning to Eddie again. Anywhere you look, there’s a pair of lips to kiss and you greedily drink your fill of both.

“Let’s slow down a little,” Eddie murmurs, words making his lips vibrate against yours. “You two kiss for a bit and I’ll just watch for now. Okay?”

His eyes find yours and he lifts his brow with the question. You nod, almost imperceptibly, and he drops his hand to wrap his fingers around your wrist. Three squeezes. I. Love. You.

Chrissy grins. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” she says, hand slipping around the back of your neck and pulling you into her mouth.

Eddie backs away and settles into the chaise by the window, spreading his legs wide to stroke himself as he watches you and Chrissy’s bodies begin to move together. You remember how mystified he’d been by you putting a chair there— “Just seems silly to have extra furniture. If we’re in the bedroom, we’re only gonna be on the bed,” he’d chuckled. 

He’s eating those words now, you’re sure of it.

You lay your body against Chrissy’s, letting one of your legs slot between hers, relishing in the velvety feel of her freshly shaved skin. Her mouth is open and inviting, tongue running across the seam of your lips to politely request access, which you grant her happily. 

The kissing is deep and slow, like you and Eddie used to do when you first started dating and you realized making out with him was better than all of your past sexual experiences combined. You brushed your fingertips over the swell of her breasts, so dainty and perky, playing with her nipples until they stiffen at your touch. 

She gasps as you move your lips down her cheek and sprinkle a line of kisses along her jaw until you reach her neck. You kiss and lick and suckle at the sensitive skin until Chrissy trembles in your arms. She turns her head to the side, mouth falling open in a gasp as you run the tip of your tongue across the shell of her ear.

“Get on top of me?” she asks in a breathy whisper. “I wanna feel you.”

You move quickly to straddle her hips as she’d done to you, placing your hands on her waist both to steady yourself and to hold her down as you begin a slow, deep grind down.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie groans from his seat. “You’re so goddamn hot, I can’t stand it.”

Chrissy smiles up at you and nods in agreement. She flattens her hands against your stomach and moves them up to palm your chest. At her touch, that burning pleasure reignites. You sneak a glance at Eddie and your whole body tingles at the sight of him. He looks almost primal. Eyes hooded with lust, gripping himself so tightly it must blur that border between pleasure and pain. His stroke is long and slow, tortuously so, to stave off his release as best he can.

The feeling of having his eyes on you, the ravenous way they rake over your form, causes your confidence to surge. You lean forward, boldly pressing your mouth to Chrissy’s before beginning a trail of kisses down her body, mouthing at the hollows of her neck, nipping at her pronounced collar bones until you reach her breast and suck her pert nipple into your mouth.

“Such a little tease,” she hums excitedly, pursing her lips in a pillowy pout. 

You chuckle around her nipple and release it with a lewd pop before continuing your trail down her body. Sternum to stomach, navel to mound, and at long last to your final destination.

You try to remember the things Eddie and Chrissy did that feel best for you, but eventually you give up on thinking at all. You let instinct take over, exploring her folds, listening to what makes her breathing get heavy, what makes her chest heave, what makes her thighs twitch and her toes curl over. You lose yourself in her taste and her musky scent, new but familiar.

“Oh, fuck you, Munson, I can’t believe you get this tongue all the time,” Chrissy whines, her voice wavering as you delve deeper into her center. 

You swirl your tongue around the edges of her entrance, spreading her lips apart, licking at them like honeysuckle petals. You’re so wrapped up in her you don’t even realize Eddie has left the chaise until you feel the sudden delicious stretch of him pushing inside of you at last. 

Gasps and whimpers fall from your lips right into Chrissy’s folds as he fucks into you. He starts with a steady roll of his hips, but you thrust back against him, chasing more force. He increases his pace, the slapping of his thighs against the backs of your own filling the room, as your lips surround Chrissy’s clit and you suck it like a piece of candy.

“Oh, yes, keep doing that,” Chrissy cries out, her voice jumping an octave in a pleasurable scream. “Just like that, just like that—”

Behind you, Eddie moans and you can feel his reaction as he pulses inside of you. “Jesus Christ, fuck—baby, you’re drenching me,” he exalts.

It doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. You’ve never felt as attractive as you do right now; never as wanted and desired. 

The sounds of both of them fill your head, a symphony of pleasure and praise. You squeeze and clench around Eddie’s cock, milking him for all he’s worth. He feels you getting close and his hand comes around to find your clit and rub the flats of his fingers over it. 

The coil in your belly grows impossibly tight with every pass over the bundle of nerves. He pushes further into you, his cock reaching impossibly deep until he hits that sacred spot within you that has you seeing bright white as you moan into Chrissy. Your orgasm rips through your body, walls gripping Eddie like a vice as his warm release paints your insides.

The sound of him coming is loud and guttural, his hips stuttering and thrusts growing erratic as he loses all control. Still, you do everything you can to maintain your pace on Chrissy. Her hips are squirming, her back arching as she grinds her hips against your lips and tongue.

“I’m so close,” she pants, breathless as her chest heaves. “Y-you’re gonna make me come, you’re making me feel so good—ahh!”

You plant a hand on her lower belly mostly for purchase as you add your fingers and crook them up in search of that spongy wall inside of her, but the pressure causes something else entirely. 

A spray of liquid hits your neck and chest, dribbling down your breasts. Chrissy’s voice goes higher as she rides out her orgasm, her thighs twitching against your ears. Behind you, Eddie’s eyes go round with shock as though he thinks he must be dreaming.

“Was that…did you…did she…”

Answering him seems unnecessary when the evidence is all over your face. Chrissy’s chest and stomach heave as she draws one shuddering breath after another, her high moan dissipating as the waves of her pleasure finally ebbed.

“Ffff-uck, angel, that was amazing.”

“Really?” you ask, looking up at her hopefully.

“Absolutely,” Chrissy hums, content and sated as she lets her head loll back on the pillow.

You look back at Eddie, your eyes big and hopeful. “How are you? You good?”

He bends at the waist and leaves a line of kisses down your spine, the soft ends of his long hair tickling your tingling skin as he does.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” he says, the noise throaty and strained from his efforts. “What about you? Are you okay?”

“Incredible,” you sigh, laying down next to Chrissy and letting your head rest on her shoulder. 

She curls her slender arms around you and her fingers start to stroke the hair at the crown of your head. Eddie heads for the bathroom and returns with two washcloths. One, he hands off to Chrissy and the other he dips between your legs to collect his spend as it’s trickling from your entrance. Once she’s cleaned herself up, Chrissy has you sit up with her and she reaches for one of the waters sitting on the bedside table.

“Good girl,” she sighs as she brings the glass to your lips, her cheeks still flushed and skin all glowy and radiant from her orgasm. 

You can’t imagine ever looking as good as she does after you come. 

She kisses you after you sip, licking the chilled water from your lips before taking a drink of her own. You fall back onto the bed together and Eddie curls up beside you, their arms layering over one another’s as they hold you between them. You roll over after a minute, burying your face in the crook of his neck, Chrissy now curling around you as your big spoon.

“You hungry?” you murmur against his chest. 

“Fucking starved,” Eddie groans, making Chrissy chuckle.

She unwraps her arms from around you and stands to pull her clothes back on, glancing down fondly at the rumpled mess the three of you have made of the bed. As she zips her sweater, she pauses, looking for the first time a little unsure of herself.

“So, um…I guess I should go?” Her eyes dart back and forth between you and Eddie and you pull yourself off him to sit up.

“Do you have to?”

You look up at her plaintively and then back at Eddie, not quite sure what you’re even asking. All you know is you hate the thought of…kicking her out. Making her feel used. Letting her go back to Robin and Nancy’s without anyone to take care of her. God, do you wanna take care of her.

“You should stay, Chris,” Eddie tells her warmly. “Dinner should be done soon and we can watch a movie. Have a cuddle pile on the couch.”

“You sure? We’ve, uh…we’ve never done that before,” she says with a giggle.

It makes you laugh, too. The thought of them balking at something as innocent as cuddling when they’ve watched the other one fuck on multiple occasions. Eddie just shrugs and a smile plays across his lips as he leans in to brush the tip of his nose against yours.

“First time for everything,” he chuckles.

After you eat, you all settle in together on the big sectional sofa. Eddie sits up against the arm and you lay between his legs with your back against his chest and Chrissy draped across your front. It’s a delightfully crushing feeling, having both of them surround you. Eddie’s firm, solid body cradling yours while Chrissy rests her head on your chest and lightly strokes your legs.

You find out they both like to talk during movies and chuckle at the little quips they trade back and forth while you get to sit quietly, happily listening to them. Dinner sits warm in your belly and the heat of both their bodies around you is like the best electric blanket ever. 

About halfway through the movie, you start to crave something sweet. And just as you lift your head to ask if he wants dessert, you see Eddie’s phone is out and he is already DoorDashing ice cream for all three of you.

Pistachio, strawberry and butter pecan.

The sleep you eventually fall into isn’t deep. You let your eyes flutter closed, and your breathing grows even and rhythmic, but you’re conscious enough to feel it when Eddie lifts you off the couch. He carries you down the hall to the bedroom and Chrissy follows, helping him tuck you under the duvet in the center of the bed. 

“I’ll call her tomorrow,” she says, her voice hushed in the dark room.

“You can just stay the night if you want,” Eddie whispers to her. “She’ll be bummed if she wakes up and you’re not here”

You have to resist the urge to chuckle at all the domesticity you’re overhearing.

“I’m so happy for you, Ed,” Chrissy hums. “You guys are great together. Really solid.”

Eddie just smiles in response and holds a finger to his lips, shooting you a cautious glance to make sure you’re still asleep. He leads Chrissy to the closet and you hear the soft creak of the door opening as he ushers her inside. There’s a light rustling as he searches for something in the pocket of one of his blazers—the only hiding place he felt certain you wouldn’t find.

“Ohhh,” Chrissy mewls at whatever he shows her. “It’s perfect.”

“Thanks for the idea about getting her size. I thought she might have noticed the ring was missing, but she never said anything.”

“I’m so glad that’s the one you went with, it really suits her. When are you gonna ask?”

“I talked to Robin and Nance about having a dinner thing when they get back. Their patio is so nice with the lights and the pool and the fire pit and everything. And Jon will be there — I asked him about taking pictures. Will you still be in town? I think she’d like you to be there.”

“Of course,” Chrissy says. “Maybe we can go get our nails done that day.”

“That’s perfect.” Eddie exhales, breath coming out slightly shaky as he sucks in another. “And she…she’ll say ‘yes,’ right?”

“Oh, Ed…” Chrissy lets out a soft sigh and you’d bet anything she’s rubbing his arm. “Definitely,” she tells him. “There’s no doubt in my mind.”

thanks so much for reading - love you, mean it!

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If you listen closely you can hear my agonizing screams in the fucking void.

morning head ii

(a companion to this ficlet)

eddie munson x reader

you wake up to eddie eating you out.

cw: 18+ only. no pronouns, reader with breasts and a vagina. oral (f receiving), somnophilia with no explicit consent given (reader is happy about it; don't do that in real life). eddie refers to reader as 'baby' and 'sweetheart.' more fluffy, sensual smut with no plot.

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It's not the cold that wakes you today.

You come back to yourself in a disoriented daze. Everything is tight, hot, swollen, throbbing between your hips. Your skin is damp, and despite the crisp bite of the air on your face, a bead of sweat rolls down the crease of your thigh. It’s quickly chased by a broad tongue dragging up that crease, and you gasp at the sensation— so hot and wet that despite your disorientation, tingles burst throughout your middle.

You blink until the sleepy blur in your eyes clears and look down to see a mop of dark, wild curls concealing any other details from view. But it doesn’t quite matter that you can't see when you can feel what's happening— feel when Eddie sucks one of your plump lower lips into his mouth, rolling it around languidly and pulling back little by little until it pops free. Once it does, he’s rooting for the other one. Finding it, sucking it, working it in such a way that you know he’s enjoying himself.

You realize that he's been playing with you while you sleep, and you’re so fucking turned on it nearly hurts.

It's overwhelming to be woken this way, and you reach over your head to clutch the pillow tight in your fists. It gives away that you're with him now; you feel more than hear a rumble against your folds and then a rush of air as Eddie separates from you, breathing in deeply like he’d been happily buried underwater.

“Mornin’, baby.” Eddie’s voice is still sleep-hoarse but smooth with knowing. All you can do is whimper in response, and he chuckles over your mound, making you squirm when his warm breath cools on contact with your slicked skin. His brown eyes catch the faint morning light as they flick up to meet you, and the bulb of his soft nose shines with the evidence of your arousal. Low, lazy, teasing, he asks you, “Were you havin’ a good dream?”

Disorientation fades, and now the fullness of your feeling catches up with you— that tight, swollen throbbing discerns itself into pleasure and need, a fierce sensation that makes your chest heave like you’ve been running hard and fast through the woods. “No,” you gasp out, breathy and so earnest that Eddie has to tuck his face against your mound to bury a wide, dopey smile. He shakes his face playfully against you, tickling you with his nose and lips. You yelp at its unexpectedness though your hips also jerk up, helplessly revealing how much Eddie’s mid-slumber activities have affected you.

When he peeks up at you again, he’s composed himself. “No?” The dopey smile has turned to a lopsided smirk, another lazy expression as he draws himself up so that only the ends of his curls are draped over your hips. Eddie braces on his elbows so his broad palms can come to the insides of your thighs, pressing to your damp skin and gently guiding your legs open for him. He kneads them as you follow, a fond and almost innocent gesture before his hands leave your legs and his calloused thumbs pull your plump, sticky lips apart instead. That’s anything but innocent. You can hear the separation— in the stillness of his bedroom, it’s an embarrassingly wet sound, like the breaking of a sloppy, spit-heavy kiss. “All this ‘cause of me, then?” Eddie asks, rhetorical and smug. His gaze flicks from your pussy up to your face. “Wish you could see how fuckin’ soaked your pussy is for me, sweetheart. She’s practically drooling for it. Beggin’ me to put my tongue inside.”

“Please,” you whimper, an involuntary reflex that makes Eddie's burnished eyes both soften and heat further.

“‘Course, sweetheart,” he hums, and you shudder at the thick honey of his voice, the promise in it.

Despite the humid hunger filling his bedroom like a delicious, palpable presence, Eddie doesn't dive in and devour you. Instead, he eats you out with no urgency, calm and unhurried like he’s confident he has you right where he wants you— and he does. He takes his time, pressing thorough, open-mouthed kisses all over your pussy, nearly ignoring your clit as he lavishes you with his broad tongue. The only stimulation your poor button gets comes from the soft bulb of his nose brushing against it incidentally as his tongue drags thick and slow over your lips and the creases of your thighs, sometimes dipping shallowly into the well of your honeyed arousal, lapping up each sweet drop you weep for him. You could try to whine and writhe, but it wouldn't hurry him, not when he's like this. So you release your desperation and give in to him instead— softening your hands, letting go of the pillow you'd been clutching so tight, stretching your back and letting your limbs sink into the well-worn cotton covering his mattress.

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie murmurs, fond and warm as you splay comfortably on his bed. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

Eddie forms a quick seal around your clit with his lips; he sucks, and the intensity makes your knees twitch. He holds steady, maintaining pressure ‘til you can't stay silent and your lips part on a sweetly anguished moan. He grants you mercy, breaking the suction when he opens his jaw wide to stretch his tongue down and swipe it slowly over your hole. He does it over and over as you sigh and sing for him, drowning in bliss. He pauses to tell you, “Taste so fuckin’ good. M’so lucky I get to lick you all up whenever I want. Have your pussy all to myself.” His voice sinks inside you, filling you up ‘til you're floating.

All is haze and comfort, warmth and pleasure— the warm musk of Eddie's pillow as you tip your cheek against it, the slightest tickle of his hair swaying rhythmically against your hips, the scratchy rasp of his stubble when his jaw brushes against your cheeks and sensitive inner thighs. You're drowning in him, surrendering yourself entirely to his mercy, and you're more than happy to let yourself be lost.

You know Eddie will always find you and bring you back.

After some time— you can't know how long— you hear Eddie’s voice. It reaches you gently because there’s no need to command; you’ll do anything he says. “Pull up your shirt, baby,” he murmurs. “Wanna see your tits.”

You tug the cotton up your body, sighing with relief as it bunches under your armpits and across your collar. The cool air feels good on your heated skin, and mindlessly, you follow the animal need to run your nails lightly down your sides. It’s a wonderful, delicious tickle, and you hum your satisfaction as you treat yourself so nicely. You keep going, ghosting your fingers down to your hips and up your belly, stopping just below your breasts. Goosebumps bloom in the wake of your touch, and you sigh as the shiver complements your growing pleasure.

“Goddamn.” The word is ragged, and you look down at Eddie to see him staring up at you, watching you with molten intensity as you touch your skin indulgently. He licks his slick lips, and they’re so pink and swollen that he looks even more pretty than usual. “You’re so sexy.” You smile, feeling feminine and sensual and beautiful under his gaze. “Pinch your nipples for me. Yeah, like that—” He groans against your clit, eyes fixed on your chest as you roll both of your nipples between thumb and forefinger. You pinch and pull ‘til it hurts just a little, just how you like it.

Eddie's voice turns grittier, more intent. “Keep doin’ that and don’t stop. Want you to come on my face.”

You moan, soft and needy, and your back arches against the sheets as rippling pleasure builds inside. Knowing Eddie’s watching you— asking you— to play with your breasts; hearing his little grunts and groans of satisfaction against your heated flesh; feeling him work your clit gently but insistently between his tongue and his upper lip, coupled with the naughty sting of you abusing your peaked nipples…

You've been under him like this for so long that when the peak builds, it does so quickly and disarmingly. “Eddie!” you cry, his name a prayer of ecstasy and fulfillment as you shatter into pieces. He lets your thighs clamp down on his ears, covets it, even. Groans as he wraps his arms around your hips, hugging you tight as you rut yourself against his face like an animal— mindless, pitiful, overcome by pleasure that washes you in waves of increasing intensity until it crests within you, pushing up from your lungs in a desperate series of broken, gasping moans.

At some point, the pleasurable tension subsides; at some point, Eddie nuzzles you one last time between the legs and crawls up your body. But you don’t notice either of those things until his broad palm is cupping your cheek and his lips are molding to yours. You whimper into his kiss, sighing through your nose as he kisses you like you’re the only thing in the world he loves. Slow, so painfully slow; soft, sticky, and thorough, Eddie kisses you, and with his thumbs, he swipes away the blissful tears that leaked from the corners of your eyes while you came.

Eddie lays all of his weight on top of you, a welcome pressure like the tightest hug. You’re trembling, all of you spilled over the sheets and tangled with him. The most you can manage is to raise a wobbling arm and cup the back of his wild hair with your palm, tuck your fingers into those beloved curls to hold him close and kiss him back until he decides to part from your lips. When he does, moving only far enough so he can look at you, you find his eyes as full as you feel: bright like amber in the morning light and heavy with the weight of your mutual devotion.

“Thank you,” you whisper, but he shakes his head. A lopsided smile spreads across his face, and he takes your hand to pepper kisses across your knuckles.

“Nah,” he says, fond and dismissive. Between his voice and sparkling eyes, you can tell that he’s feeling far less wrecked than you, but you can’t find it in you to be sour when he’s the reason your morning started like this. “Had to have my breakfast, y’know? Start my day off with a balanced meal.” The smile glints, shifting into a mischievous grin. “Little sugar, little yeast—”

An embarrassed noise of protest rips from the back of your throat, and you find the strength to smack him in the chest, rearing back to do it again. Unphased, Eddie just laughs at you, pinning your arms and legs in a full-body bear hug that keeps you from violence and dissolves you into giggles with him.

He can never be serious for long— because he’s your Eddie, and that’s enough.

Please reblog & let me know if you enjoyed! It keeps me going 🩵

Also I typically don't post two days in a row, don't get used to it babes 😘

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For anyone who gives a shit I will be doing MuLTi-Fandom fic prompts very soon!! These include Stranger Things, Slashers and TLOU2 characters!!

They will be 18+ dark!smut fics so keep a look out hehe~

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Au where Billy came back from possession with NO filter.

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I AM SCREAMING AT THIS OH MY GOD LOVE LOVE LOVE-

MDNI Sometimes Eddie gets worried he’ll freak you out when he worships your pussy, how he enthusiastically kisses it and rubs his nose in it when you both are and aren’t wearing panties. Fuck sometimes he even talks to it, busting open the bedroom door to see you on the bed in just a pair of panties and a T-shirt, decompressing the day. He'll throw himself onto the bed and grab your thighs like a madman mumbling “I need to talk to you” and you blush thinking he means you. But then you feel him spread your legs open and lay a sloppy kiss on your clothed cunt and you realize he meant her. He’d muzzle himself against it and give muffled compliments about “how much I missed you today baby” and “are these panties new? They look great on you”. Going as far as briefly looking up at you before going back to your cunt and saying “she’s just jealous, ignore her” before using his tongue to get a taste. Wiggling it under the seam on the side and using sheer determination and impatience to get to what he needed.

He was always worried he was the weird one, no matter how many times you’d told him otherwise. Until you came home one day in a mood he’d never seen you in before.

You hadn’t had much time to see each other leading up to now, both being too busy with work. Knowing that, Eddie was expecting the usual ball of needy energy distance always turned you into. But when you walked in you were different. You were still needy, yet this time you weren’t letting him walk anywhere without practically hanging off of him. You were always whiny, letting out tiny huffs and groans whenever you would readjust yourself in his embrace. Eddie felt you were borderline fussy.

As soon as Eddie had finally got you two to the bedroom you automatically sunk down to your knees and wedged yourself in between his thick thighs. Fussily struggling with his belt, getting so frustrated it wasn’t cooperating fast enough that tears started to well up. When Eddie reached down to help you and locked his eyes onto your state, wide wet eyes, pouting lips, and slightly messy hair, it all clicked for him.

The moan of relief that slipped from your mouth when his heavy cock and balls were finally freed was briefly acknowledged, Eddie’s surprised reaction to the way you lounged at his sack taking over. Rolling and wiggling your tongue around him while closing your eyes in content made Eddie’s heart swell. His slightly musky scent filled your senses deliciously. Feeling the weight of his cock resting on your head as you looked up at him caused a pool to form in your already soaked panties. He looked so big from your point of view. You reached a hand up and began rubbing his tip in circles, spreading the precum. Letting out a frustrated whine as you tried and failed to fit both of his soft heavy balls in your mouth at once, Eddie cooed at you and ran his fingers through your hair. He loved seeing you like this, desperately trying to get as much of him in your warm mouth as possible. “I missed you so much, you have no idea. I’ve thought about you all day.” You said quietly as you transitioned from his balls to his weepy tip. He almost answered you until he realized…

you weren’t talking to Eddie.

[bibibudin666]

i am climbing on the bars of the cage that they locked me up in bc of how feral this shit just made me, bravo fr.

Warm. — Eddie Munson.

☆ CW: 18+. Smut. Clothed sex. Grinding. Eddie is too sweet.

☆ a/n: Guess who's back in the house.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Sliding his hands up and down your hips, Eddie’s rings feel frigid against your warm skin. Your body is like a raging inferno he can’t ever get enough of; it doesn’t matter the season, his hands are always cold and he is more than happy to warm them up by caressing your curves. “Pretty girl,” He huffs against your neck, grinding against you, making you feel every twitch of his cock from underneath his checkered boxers. “My pretty girl.”

His gruff voice brings those butterflies back to your lower tummy and you feel your inside do that thing. He notices too, nothing goes unnoticed by him. His lips trace your jaw, mirroring the desire that has been building up through the week. You are aware of how miserable he is without your touch, how much he yearns to be buried deep in you, to feel every throb and wave of slick— you know how obsessed he is with you.

“There you go, make yourself feel good” Eddie continues guiding you, creating that delicious friction against your clothed cunt. A part of you hates how much his words affect you— but the other part is melted, turned into a mindless puddle that only seeks more pleasure.

It’s nasty, it’s primal and it’s also intimate; a combination of three passions that make you shudder every time your clit rubs against his boxers. The thin layer of your respective underwear does little to mask how eager you are, and even if you wish for nothing more than to feel his fingers crooking inside you— or even better, his cock— there is something so erotic in just getting off by a chaste grinding.

“Does it feel good?” He continues teasing you, sometimes you wish he could shut up for at least five minutes. 

“It does,” You breathe out, gasping when his cold hand brushes over your erect nipple. In classic Eddie fashion, he has to see your tits, admire every little jiggle, and kiss every mole. His thumb and index fingers pinch your bud gently, putting your resilience to the test, but being honest when it comes to him, it is close to none. “Please— can I go faster?” It’s a simple request laced with that whiny tone that makes his inside stir with adoration.

He nods, his bangs moving along. “Go ahead, let me see you come.”

Eddie is gentle when he wants to be and you are grateful he is feeling benevolent today, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to endure the edging— not after such an exhausting week. He speeds up as well, lifting his hips to meet your little rocks and groan under his breath, a low sound that reverberates from a deep part of his chest. His pulse quickens at the sight of your undoing, so close and so far. 

“My girl,” He pinches your nipple harder causing you to arch your back. “Mine.”

“Yours,” You agree, nodding fervently. 

It’s borderline embarrassing how quickly you reach that peak with simple “clothed sex”, but with someone like him it’s not a surprise… in the slightest. You hear him groan louder, his hips bucking as his orgasm follows yours, staining his boxers with his cum, the two wet spots increasing the friction. 

Finally, his hands are warm.

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I will suck the skin off of Steve Harrington's cock.

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when the fuck did i get 50 followers HUH

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I need more of this-

I know people do Eddie x Cheerleader a lot but I headcanon (into the pits of hell) that Eddie is 1000% into Goths