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eddie-spaghettios · 5 months ago

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Let’s go with some pervy, best friend, piercer eddie munson content. Fem!reader wants to get her first piercings and asks eddie for a consultation. He very, very easily obliges.

Warnings: nsfw content. Eddie’s a bit of an asshole, kinda takes advantage of the reader, nipple & pussy piercings mentioned as eddie just plays with them & the reader.

The black gloves pulled easily over his hands. You watched from a little curtained off room, knees pressed together to keep your legs from bouncing. You’d finally decided to get some piercings, but you weren’t sure where to start. Eddie, having spent the last few years doing an assortment of piercings at the parlor near his trailer, convinced you to come in for a consultation. So you did—sitting on the black chair in a dainty dress, nerves running wild as Eddie stepped into the space and closed the curtain.

You wanted something dramatic but hidden. Your parents would kill you if you came home with your nose or cartilage or eyebrow pierced. There were two spots Eddie instantly thought of when you told him about it. He didn’t think you’d go for it considering the pain level of the piercing and the…intimate places they were in. So he was considerably surprised when you agreed to the consultation.

Outside the curtain, his coworkers yapped on, the sounds of conversations, buzzing, and low music mixing together. He sat on a stool, scooting it up beside you. When he told you to wear something with easy access, he hadn’t expected the thin white dress. Where he could clearly see you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. And with the cold air pumping through the vent right above you? Made it even more fucking obvious.

He had to hold his breath when he nodded for you to show him. He didn’t think he’d ever see you in anything less than a bathing suit and he felt his cock twitch in his pants when your dress dropped away from your chest. When he saw those nipples already hard and your breath hitch as his eyes drew over them? He had to hold his hands real fucking steady as he reached up.

He gave you a small mirror to hold, following it up with a few options he had for if you wanted to get your nipples pierced. He clenched his jaw, daring a touch. Your hands were shaking when he brought a hand up and swiped his thumb over one nipple. Tugged on it to make it a little more taut. Nearly came from the soft whimper you let out when he did it again. No reason for him to do so, but they were just right there in front of him. Looking so good and so optimal for teasing. For touching.

He held up the metal bars, a mock way for you to see what they’d look like. Went out of his way to touch your nipples as much as he could, close to excusing himself to run to the bathroom to rub his cock for even just a second. You hadn’t stop making the little nervous whimpers every time he touched them. Every time he tweaked them to show how good they’d look when you could be showing them off during another activity. One where your partner would really enjoy playing with them.

“They’d like that?” You asked, voice meek as his eyes met yours. “If…you know, if they were pierced?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely.” He scoffed, voice a practiced cool. “Licking pierced nipples is fucking great. Although if we’re talking about that, I gotta say the next spot we’re covering is a hell of a lot more fun.”

It was the tangent he needed. He sat everything aside, swapped them as you handed him the mirror. It pained him to tell you that you could pull your dress back up, he hadn’t gotten to look at your tits long enough. But he’d already dedicated them to memory, knowing exactly what he’d be thinking about later. Assuming you were going to back out of the next part like he figured. He couldn’t believe you’d decided to show him your tits even for a consultation. There was no way you’d actually follow through with the next part.

“Still want to see the next one?” He spun in the stool, forearms resting on his knees. He was trying desperately to keep his eyes on your face and not where the bottom of your dress was raised a bit on your thighs. He was already bracing himself for the no.

“Y-Yeah.” You nodded, knocking the air from Eddie’s lungs. “I do. Pretty curious what, um, what it would look like.”

“Then,” he said slowly, digging fucking claws into his composure to maintain a steady voice, “lift that dress for me.”

You looked around first. The only thing sectioning you and Eddie off was the impossibly thin curtain. It moved whenever someone outside walked by it even remotely faster than a walk. His cock twitched again when you bit your lip and let out a nervous breath. But you lifted your dress. All the way up to show off your white underwear. Your white underwear that had a very small wet spot on the crotch that he knew he couldn’t look at. But the thought of you getting wet from this? From him? He probably could’ve cum just from that. He was pretty sure he almost did when you pulled your feet up onto the chair and tried to angle yourself in the perfect position for him to look at you.

Except he couldn’t look at you with your underwear still on.

But he said fucking nothing when he scooted as close as he could get and just jerked your underwear aside. You gasped as he reached up, trying not to breathe to quickly as his eyes fell over your dripping cunt. Yeah, you were wet. And you murmured his name as his fingers went up and opened up the prettiest pussy he’d ever fucking seen.

“Got a few options,” he said, voice a little rough. He didn’t bother clearing his throat as you squirmed underneath him. “All gonna be different kinds of painful cause, location—right?”

He ran his fingers over your pussy. Talked you through the different types, trying so hard not to notice how you were getting wetter as he kept touching you. Granted, he was taking his sweet time touching you—talking you through each piercing as he imagined how easily he could lower his head and lick your clit. How easily he could have you cumming all over his mouth. How wet and obscene the whole thing would probably be as you tried not to make a sound with everyone else outside the curtain. But when he saw your cunt clench around nothing after moving on from the labia and his fingers drew up to your clit to talk about the VCH—his brain short circuited. He was an asshole, he knew he was. But you looked like you needed it. You were dripping down onto the seat for Christ’s sake.

He swiped his fingers over your clit and you cunt clenched so hard he fucking lost it.

“E-Eddie,” you stuttered so quietly so nobody else would hear the fucking need dripping from your voice.

“Need to get a better look,” he said, rubbing your clit a little faster, the slick on his gloves making it real easy. He pulled the hood up and tilted his head to the side, bringing his other hand up to rub it directly. It was less than a second before you were gasping, hips twitching, cunt leaking even more. “Think a VCH would look good on you.”

He stopped touching you long enough to pretend he was looking. Like he was imagining a piercing on your pretty cunt. One that he’d love to lick and tease as he held your legs open.

“Hold the mirror where you can see, (Y/N).” He shifted, spreading you and pointing at the little hood he was holding back. He handed you the mirror without taking his eyes off your cunt. “It’d go right here. Help with any personal pleasure, same with nipples, too. Parter would love it.”

He knew your eyes were on the mirror that you couldn’t quite hold without shaking. Knew exactly where you were looking. He blamed that for why he pointlessly drew his fingers over your clit, rubbing again the second it twitched and he saw your hole clench. He wanted to shove two fingers in there—see if you were as hot and wet as he imagined—or made see if you’d be able to take his cock as is. Your clit was already getting puffy and he wanted to put his mouth on it, suck it, lap at it—just fucking abusing it as you squirmed in the chair.

“U-Um,” you whispered. “It’d help with p-pleasure?”

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie reached back and held the mirror steady, brought his thumb to pull the hood over your clit. “Right here? Rubbing that thing while pierced will make it feel fucking incredible.”

He pressed his thumb and wiggled it a little. As much as he knew he could get away with. He shrugged, very purposefully not dropping his hand. Not when it was still on your cunt.

“At least that’s what I’m told. Every girl I’ve been with has loved having it played with.”

He fucking watched you clench again. Harder. And you were leaking enough that he was sure if his fingers dared a little south, he wouldn’t even need lube to finger your ass. He was practically getting off on it—how wet and needy you were from a fucking consultation. One he was having a bit of fun with, yeah. But you were naked in front of him, legs all nice and spread for him. How could he not tease you a bit?

“But that’s it,” he whispered, suddenly dropping his hand away. Already missed how warm and wet you were under his touch. He didn’t even give you a second to compose yourself before he was putting your underwear back how it was. “Think it over. Figure out if you want any. I’d be happy to do ‘em for you.”

“O-Okay,” you answered, slowly hopping off the chair. Your words stuttered to a stop when you glanced down and saw the wet spot on the chair and Eddie could fucking see the embarrassment rip through you. You visibly went up twenty degrees in temperature as you swatted the already flat bottom of your skirt. “I-I..uh…I didn’t…”

“Hm?” Eddie jerked the curtain aside, not even looking back at the chair, smiling up at you as innocently as he could. “Just let me know ‘bout them, ‘kay?”

“Okay.”

You rushed out of the shop and he glanced down at the spot, wiping it away with a towel and sanitizing the seat. He hoped to god you couldn’t make it home—pulling aside to touch yourself in the car. Fingering yourself, maybe wishing it was him since he was the one who’d gotten you all needy. And it had been him. Fucking would’ve rubbed that clit till you came if he could’ve. Would’ve loved to see you cream yourself back there while the thin little curtain acted as the only barrier. Pretty sure you loved the thought too. Fucking never called him out on how much he was touching you.

He barely made it to the bathroom, jerking himself in the gloves that still had your wetness on them. Enough to make each pump slick and easy. He came quickly into some toilet paper, thoughts running rampant at all the things he wanted to do to you. All the things he wanted to do with you in that fucking chair. He’d give it a week. If you didn’t have a decision by then, he’d ask if you wanted to do a follow-up consultation. Go over it again. Step by step. Maybe if he played with your nipples a bit more before looking at your cunt, he could get you to cum without having to do too much.

Now that was a thought. Making you so worked up you came, forcing you to pretend you hadn’t. That you hadn’t just fucking came all over his goddamn piercing chair from barely any stimulation. From some nipple play and the slightest fucking touching. He could already picture your pretty face tensing as you tried to hold yourself together, writhing in his chair as he just made up excuse after excuse to touch that sweet clit. Watching your pussy gush and clench, and would ask if everything was alright, acting like he had no idea what happened. Would relish in how you’d stammer to cover it up. Maybe try to close your shaking thighs. But the consultation wouldn’t be over yet and he’d really get to watch you fucking squirm as he kept touching that clit. Pretending it wasn’t extra sensitive as he had you look in the mirror, seeing yourself all wet and leaking as he just kept going like nothing happened.

He really, really hoped you weren’t going to make a decision. He really fucking wanted you back in the chair.

#eddie munson #very much not safe for work #stranger things #piercer!eddie

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eddie-spaghettios · 9 months ago

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Headcanon: Eddie Munson is a menace as a boyfriend. Here's a few things he definitely does:

• Turns off the bedroom lights and leave you in the dark because he thinks it's funny to hear you shriek.

• Flirts with you in public while pretending not to know you.

• Calls you in the middle of the night to ask the most unhinged questions that are really not important and could definitely wait until morning.

• Pretends to give you a massage only to attack you with tickles.

• When you're crouching on the ground he'll tip you over so you loose balance and fall.

• If you have long hair he'll steal all your scrunchies and hairclips.

• Uses all your beauty products and denies it later. "What do you mean?! I smell nice like this naturally, thank you very much"

• Doesn't order food for himself because "he's not hungry" but the second your food arrives at the table, he's picking on your plate. Eats the last fries everytime.

• Tries to bribe you into doing things for him because he's lazy. "If you roll this joint for me I'll wash the dishes later, I promise" He did not, in fact, wash the dishes later.

• Turns off the videogame before saving when you win because he's a sore loser.

• Likes playing footsies with you. It never ends well because he's competitive and kicks you too hard at some point. Feels bad and apologizes later though.

• Starts food fights whenever you cook together. He promises he won't, but still does it everytime.

• Makes up silly little songs about everyday activities and sings them to you all the time.

• Tries to carry/manhandle you and fails miserably. Trips over himself while holding you bridal style and drops you.

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• Slaps your butt when you're going upstairs in front of him.

• Steals your underwear. Don't ask.

• Playfully talks to your genitals like it's a separate being, gives it a cute name and everything.

• Teases you in public, whispering naughty things in your ear.

• Also likes to come up behind you on stores/supermarkets and get very close, so close your back is pressed against him, only to reach for something in front of you and leave.

• Smirks when he leaves you flustered. "Aw, are you blushing baby?" Fucking idiot.

• Teases you about your kinks. Not in a mean way, just an annoying way. "Look babe! You like those!" while pointing at something that involves it. Does it in public too just to see you get embarrassed.

• Loves licking and biting you for no reason. If he sees any parts of your skin exposed? He will lick and bite you, be prepared.

• Won't stop talking during sex. You have to kiss him or make him suck on your fingers because he just won't shut up. It's not even dirty talk either, he's just rambling away because his brain stopped working.

• Blows raspberries on your tummy and thighs during sexy times. Yes you've asked him to stop multiple times. No he absolutely won't stop because he likes hearing you giggle. Somehow it doesn't ruin the mood.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #lmao

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