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huntingforcryptids · 3 years ago

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babygirl / eddie munson (when we were high pt. 2)

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

one shot

cw: fem!reader, marijuana use, cursing, teasing, oral (m and f receiving), sex, squirting, pet names, cute end :)

ever since that day, you haven’t stopped thinking about eddie and what he could do. you wanted to know more, and he did too.

“i can’t believe they want an eleven year old to join hellfire. your brother is making a mockery of us, as if it’s just some silly little babysitting group and not one of the most prestigious d&d clubs in all of hawkins,” eddie complains, sitting opposite of you on his bed.

you chuckle, taking the blunt from him and inhaling. “pretty sure you’re the only d&d club in hawkins,” you point out with raised eyebrows.

eddie rolls his eyes and scoffs before taking the blunt back from you. “point being, you’re easily becoming my favorite henderson,” he says.

“awe, eds you make my heart flutter,” you tease causing him to flip you off. you take a moment to admire his hand, thinking back to about two weeks ago when that finger was making you cum in the exact spot where he was sitting.

“do you want to stay my favorite henderson or am i abandoning you both?” he asks causing you to gasp in mock offense.

you place a hand to your heart as eddie smiles at your theatrics. he was rubbing off on you. “you would abandon me? and just when i thought i could trust you,” you say and wipe away a fake tear.

eddie’s smile widens before he holds out his arms. “shut up and c’mere,” he says and you smile before moving towards him. you crawl up and place yourself on the tops of his thighs as he places one hand on your thigh and the other puts the blunt to your lips. “you’re so obedient, doing exactly what i tell you to, you know? just like when i had you squirting all over my fingers,” eddie says.

your eyes widen and you suck in too much on the inhale, causing you to start choking. eddie laughs as he rubs your back, you coughing painfully into your hand. “asshole,” you grumble before coughing some more.

eddie continues rubbing your back soothingly until you finally look back up to him. “i’m just messing with you,” he says in amusement.

“you’re so funny,” you reply with a dead serious scowl.

“mm, i know,” he says, exhaling some smoke and holding the blunt back up to you. this time, he waits until you’ve fully exhaled to talk. “can i tell you something?” eddie asks.

you furrow your eyebrows but nod anyway. “eddie, i’ve bluntly asked you to finger me. i think we’re at the point where we can say anything,” you say, gesturing around the both of you with your hands.

“fair point,” eddie laughs, bending his knees up which causes you to slide onto his lap and now be on top of his crotch area. “ever since that happened, actually, i’ve been thinking…” he starts.

you smirk at him. “i knew i could smell smoke,” you joke.

he gives you a playful glare and pokes you in the side. “shut up. do you wanna hear what i’ve been thinking?” he asks as he puts the blunt back to your lips. you nod before blowing the smoke out. “i’ve been thinking that… i want to make you squirt again. now let me elaborate before you get all weird! you told me that i make you horny. so it’s only fair i admit that you have the same effect. awe, look at you getting all blushy,” he interrupts himself.

you slap him on the shoulder which causes him to laugh. he takes another hit before continuing. “basically what i’m trying to do is ask you if you want to fuck,” he shrugs.

you look at him in a bit of disbelief for a second before blinking. “yeah, today?” you ask.

eddie puts the blunt back up to your mouth and watches as your lips wrap around it. “i was thinking after we finish this blunt,” he says as you pull away from it. “on one condition,” he says with a raised finger.

“what’s your condition?” you ask, amused by his words.

eddie looks at you seriously, so you know you need to not take this as a joke. “promise this won’t push us apart,” he says.

“how could this push us apart?” you ask, cocking your head to the side.

eddie looks away from you and bites his lip, suddenly just a scared ball of nerves. “i don’t know. i guess i just worry because… never mind just- just promise,” he says, not wanting to voice his seemingly pathetic insecurities to you.

you frown, knowing you were definitely going to bother him about that later. “i promise,” you say. eddie nods, taking another drag and the both of you sit in comfortable silence for a minute.

“so do you always get horny when you’re high?” he asks after some time.

you duck your head shyly as you had just felt your panties dampen. “most of the time, yeah,” you say, messing with your fingers.

“damn, so all this time i could’ve been fucking you stupid and making you squirt out of that pretty little pussy and all over my bed?” eddie questions, as he sets down the blunt that was now done for. he places his hands on your hips, sensually rubbing them as he looked into your eyes.

you bite your lip, refusing to look at him as his words go straight to your core. “you like that i made a mess?” you whisper in an unsure manner.

eddie’s finger is placed under your chin and guides you up to look at his face. “i love that you made a mess, it’s insanely hot. and knowing that every night i get to sleep exactly where you squirted because of me gets me hard in seconds,” he says, analyzing your reaction. “look who’s being so shy when last time you were begging me to finger you,” he taunts with a cocky smile.

“high hasn’t fully set in,” you point out.

eddie hums at that. “maybe we just start slow then, wanna make out? or is that crossing a line?” eddie asks.

you shake your head no, “not crossing a line.” eddie tucks a piece of your hair back and then gently pulls you in. you let out a small moan as your lips meet; they were so much softer than you expected. eddie’s thumb strokes your cheek as you reach your arms to grab the back of his neck.

he slides his lip out to lick your bottom lip, and you comply with giving him access. you breathe him in, savoring the taste of marijuana and mint from his tongue as he slides it against yours. never did you think you’d be making out with one of your best friends. and never did you think it’d be this good.

eddie’s hands then moved to your sides, gliding to your back and beginning to slide down to your ass. he stopped before he reached it, pulling away slightly. “that okay?” he asks as he slowly moved his hands down, watching your face carefully.

“you don’t have to ask to touch my ass, eddie,” you laughed. he rolled his eyes and then gripped your ass in his hands making you squeal at the bit of pain.

he smirked before reattaching your lips and pulling you as close as possible. you moved your hands down, grabbing the hem of his black t-shirt and sliding it up his torso as you guided your hands across his smooth skin. eddie pulled from you so that you could finish taking off his shirt before his lips hungrily found yours again.

your hips dropped down to meet his, a grunt leaving his lips. your hands explored his chest as you began slow rolls of your hips over his hardening cock. “fuck, y/n,” he grumbled, pulling away to watch you grind against him. he quickly reached for your shirt, throwing it somewhere in his room and then going for your shorts. you pushed yourself off him in order to remove your shorts quickly and crawling back on the bed. “what are you doing?” he asked as you sat between his legs.

you smiled sweetly at him before undoing his belt. he watched you closely as you unbuttoned his jeans and lifted his hips when you hooked your fingers into his underwear. you yanked them down, sitting back as you fully removed them from his legs. you took a moment to admire his hard cock, tip glistening with the slightest bit of precum. his cock twitched under your gaze as you crawled up to him.

eddie’s eyes stayed trained on you as you wrapped your fingers around his base and began jerking him slowly. “oh shit, babygirl,” he moaned and you froze for a moment at the nickname as a rush of your arousal seeped onto the fabric of your panties. “you like that?” eddie asked with a raised brow. you silenced him by leaning down to take his tip in your mouth. he shuddered, one hand flying to tangle into your hair.

you pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his dick and slowly slid down as far as you could. eddie tried resisting bucking into your mouth as you started at a torturously slow pace. your hand was twisting and jerking the part your mouth couldn’t reach as you bobbed your head up and down. you looked up to make eye contact with eddie, him hissing as he bucked into your warm mouth. “yes pretty girl, fuck. wanna take care of me huh? make me cum in your sweet mouth, babygirl?” he taunted, his other hand reaching to grab another fist full of your hair.

you moaned around his cock, his words turning you on. the high was starting to kick in and eddie knew. you look at him lazily as you hollow your cheeks. eddie grunts and begins using his grip to slide you up and down his cock. “gonna cum, babygirl, holy fuck- your mouth is so good, shit,” he moaned as his eyes screwed shut.

his hips lifted off the bed as he shot streams of cum down your throat. when you finally pulled off of him, he was catching his breath. you moved up to sit beside him and his eyes caught yours. “bra and panties off, now,” he demanded. you complied, unsnapping your bra to let it fall off your shoulders. you quickly threw it and your underwear off the bed, and by that time eddie was nestling himself between your legs. “didn’t think you were the only one giving good head, did you?” he teases, running his thumb up your slit. you twitch as his thumb brushes the sensitive bud and he smiles.

eddie’s head dives down, immediately placing kisses over your already very wet pussy. you let out a mixture of a moan and a yelp causing eddie to chuckle into your mound. eddie begins sucking and licking around your clit as his hand travels down. without warning he sinks two fingers inside of you and begins pumping them. “m’want you to squirt on my face,” he mumbles into your pussy before suckling your clit.

your hips jump at both his words and his attention to your clit. you close your eyes, letting the weed make you feel the sweet buildup. eddie begins curling his fingers, brushing against that sensitive spot inside of you. you roll your hips up into his mouth as you begin to pant. “fuck me, eddie, please,” you whine.

“mm-mm, not until you cum like this,” eddie says and then shakes his head with his tongue on your clit. you gasp, head falling back as eddie works his fingers on you. his sucking of your clit causes your legs to shake as your high nears.

you were so desperate for eddie to just fuck you, and thoughts of it made your pussy clench. “shit, i’m gonna cum,” you whine. this makes eddie move faster and before you know it, your whining as a stream of squirt splashes eddie’s chest and chin as he begins lapping up what didn’t soak his sheets.

“you’re gonna make me cum so fast when i fuck you,” eddie huffs as he rubs your clit through your orgasm. when you squirm uncomfortably he gets up. you watch him carefully as you lay in a puddle of your own juices as he grabs a condom and slides it on. he situates himself between your legs before tenderly kissing you once more. you reach your hand down, the boldness over taking you, and grab his cock. he grunts into your mouth as you squeeze it.

he lets you guide his cock through your folds and then press it to your entrance. “you’re sure?” eddie asks one last time.

“eddie, just fuck me,” you breathe. that’s all it takes for eddie to start sinking his cock into you. the both of you let out quiet moans until eddie is fully inside of you. “stretch me so good,” you whisper, tucking some hair behind his ear. he leans down to connect your lips once again and begins slow thrusts. your hands roam his back as he slides in and out of you perfectly, his kiss making your head spin.

once he knows you’re comfortable, he picks up speed. he groans into your lips before pulling away. “you feel so good wrapped around my dick,” he mumbles, his hips hitting yours with his thrusts.

“yes, eddie, fuck,” you moan, nails digging in to his back. eddie grunts as you clench around him.

“you gonna cum on my dick, babygirl? yeah? fuck, you been so desperate for this? wanting your best friend to fuck you hard?” eddie moans, watching in a mesmerized state as your face contorts in pleasure. his words were driving you closer and closer to your orgasm.

eddie felt his own high coming, but he wanted you to cum first. he brought one of his hands down between you to apply pressure to your clit. your back arches, a gasp leaving your lips as you slam your hips to meet his. “eddie, i'm close,” you whine as the knot in your core tightens further.

eddie smiles and starts rubbing his thumb over your clit. “cum for me, squirt on my dick, baby,” eddie says, coaxing you closer to your orgasm. you dig your nails in and scratch down his back as your legs begin to quiver. “cum,” eddie demands in a rough voice.

“fuck,” you moan as your orgasm rips through you. eddie’s head falls back at the feeling of you squirting and clenching around him. he fucks you through it, his breathing beginning to stagger until he’s cumming too.

“y/n,” eddie moans as he sloppily thrusts into you, his seed filling the condom. he falls on you as he catches his breath and you bring your hand up to stroke the back of his head.

you close your eyes as eddie pulls out, the feeling of you sitting in your own puddle of squirt making you feel slightly gross. eddie pushes himself slowly to stand, throwing the condom away before looking at you. you whine as you know what’s coming, you were gonna have to get up. “i’m not even asking you to stand, come here,” eddie chuckles before maneuvering you to pick you up. “i fuck you good?” he asks with a smirk, eyeing your still trembling legs.

you roll your eyes as he sits you in his desk chair. “shut up, you cocky fuck,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around yourself as you feel weak.

eddie looks at you as he removes his sheets and frowns. “you okay?” he asks as he takes in your sad looking expression. please, don’t have regret for this…

you look up to him and bite your lip. “i feel gross… we are gonna cuddle… right?” you ask.

eddie feels stupid, he didn’t even clean you off this time. “hold on, baby, i’ll get you cleaned up and some comfy clothes. and yes, of course we’re gonna cuddle, just let me throw down some blankets okay?” he informs you. a chill runs through you as he calls you baby. you nod, letting your head fall to the side as you felt exhaustion set in your body. eddie throws on a pair of pajama pants before leaving his room. “c’mere pretty girl,” he mutters and places a hand on your knee, other holding a warm rag. you spread your shaky legs so he can wipe you off, him carefully caressing you with it.

eddie brings you a pair of his boxers and a big t-shirt, helping you into it. he was being so soft with you and you couldn’t lie that it mixed with the pet names was making you melt. “ready for a nap, baby?” he asks, holding you up and against him by your waist.

you give him a tired smile. “mhm, wanna hold you eds,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck.

eddie smiles at how adorable you are and leans down to press a soft and sweet kiss to your lips. “hold on,” he says softly before picking you up. you nuzzle into him as he walks before placing you slowly on the bed. he gets in next to you, pulling the blanket up and over you two as he feels your arms wrap around his torso. you end up basically half laying on top of him as he chuckles. “so, are we doing this again or?” he asks jokingly.

you cuddle into his chest as your eyes close. “absolutely,” you mutter causing eddie’s heart to skip. he didn’t expect you to say yes. he places a kiss on your head, and once again you both fall asleep, thinking happily about one another. maybe, just maybe, you weren't meant to be 'just friends.'

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huntingforcryptids · 3 years ago

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Show Me | Eddie Munson

Summary: When you admit to Eddie that you've never had a good experience in bed, he's determined to change that, and boy does he make you realise what you've been missing out on.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only, dom! Eddie oral (m and f receiving), use of whore and slut, squirting, come swallowing, penetrative sex (p in v), protected sex, pet names, gender-neutral reader with fem anatomy, fingering!

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: this piece didn't go exactly as I planned but that's okay, it's still pretty decent. Find the MASTERLIST and TAGLIST on my pinned navigation page!

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Saturday nights were always reserved for you and Eddie, either at your hideout in the wood passing back a flask or a blunt, or crashed out in your bedroom, lounging on the queen-sized bed that Eddie always claimed was the most comfortable place to be. Tonight was no different, he was leaning up against your headboard with his shoes off and blunt between his fingers, watching the clouds move against the night sky.

It was quiet between you, the silence falling as the high of the weed wore off, but neither of you minded the silence. You had your feet up against his thigh, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that you were wearing thick woolly socks in the height of summer. It didn’t make sense, but neither did the two of you hanging out, the raging Hawkins freak and the head cheerleader who seemed to exude school spirit. But after a while, that pleasant silence fell away as you groaned out loud, throwing your head back in annoyance and puffing out a sigh.

“Fuck…I just remembered I’ve gotta tell Charlie I’m not going on another date with him.” Eddie normally wouldn’t care about anyone’s dating life, but when it came to you it was something different. And sure, he’d rather be with you than see you with Charlie Hugh, but he wasn’t going to say that.

“Oh yeah? What’s wrong with the next boy in line?” He passes the blunt to you, though its effects are no longer taking hold. Eddie’s looking at you, big brown eyes watching you as you turn towards the window, taking a drag of the blunt before shrugging.

“It’s…it’s complicated, you know? I mean, sure, he’s cute, funny, and pretty smart too. But…” You pause, trying to work out how far you can push the conversation with Eddie. Sure, he’s your friend, and your dealer, but he wasn’t exactly the guy you’d spill all your deep dark secrets too, especially not about what you like in bed.

“Let me guess…either he was a complete dick on the date, he can’t hold an interesting conversation to save his life…or he was shit under the covers.” Eddie kind of snorts out the last statement like it’s a complete joke, and he does sincerely mean it like that. But when he looks over at you and you sheepishly avoid his gaze, his stomach drops.

“I know it doesn’t seem like much, I mean, c’mon, you’re Eddie Munson for fucks sake. Anyone you’ve been with acts like it’s a great honour to share a bed or your van with you. And…it’s not like I expected much from him either, I didn’t expect something mindblowing, but…” Eddie was watching you intently, something dark growing in his eyes as you spoke, totally letting yourself go as you rambled on. “I’d just rather be with someone who actually knows how to make me feel good if that makes sense. A lot of guys at school act as if being with them is a massive privilege, as if getting us some nice flowers and taking us to the movies is a big romantic gesture to get into our pants. I just…I want someone to put in the effort.”

Eddie’s gotten a lot closer then, sitting across from you on the bed, legs crossed beneath him and fingers ghosting over yours against the bedspread.

“It’s what you deserve…I mean sure, everyone deserves to feel good during sex, but…” He can’t finish the sentence, doesn’t exactly know what to say, and doesn’t want to say the wrong thing in case he hurts you. But then you catch his gaze and he throws caution to the wind, places the now burnt-out blunt on the nightstand ashtray, and leans in to kiss you.

You’re taken by surprise, freezing for a moment before clinging to him in return, letting him kiss you harder, giving you everything you’ve wanted for months now. It’s not the most romantic kiss, it’s not like your surroundings melt away and everything becomes clear, but you’re not complaining as he takes you by the waist and pulls you in.

Eddie’s breathing heavily when the kiss ends, looking at you with wide eyes as if he can’t believe what he’s just done. And you’re not much different, but you’re still holding onto him, leather jacket clenched between your fingers.

“Shit I…I should have asked first, I’m sorry, I can go if you need me to or-.” He’s blabbering nervously, looking away from you as if he just stepped over a massive invisible line that the two of you had been dancing around for months now. But then you’re kissing him again, hand winding into his hair and pressing yourself against him so you’re chest to chest. Eddie knows you don’t regret it then, knows that if you didn’t want to kiss him again, you’d make that very loud and clear. So instead he melts into the kiss, the tip of his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips to gain entrance.

You’re tipping back then, falling against the plush bedspread, and Eddie just has enough control to stop himself from colliding with you. He doesn’t stop the kiss though, letting his lips travel down to your neck and connect with your pulse point. He’s nipping and sucking, not caring about leaving marks, and you can’t help but arch up into his touch, hands going to his back under his shirt, nails digging in slightly.

He didn’t expect you to be turned on so fast, but he wasn’t complaining, especially when you started kissing him again, one hand against his chest and the other pushing his jacket off.

“Oh, baby, look who’s so eager to get me naked…”You know he’s teasing you, but you still whine when he’d rather kiss you than strip his shirt off. So you’re tugging at the material again, hoping he’d get your message, but instead, Eddie just tuts, looking down at you with a disappointed expression. “Hey, look at me, sweet thing. If you want me to make you feel good, you’re gonna have to stop being so demanding.” You huff, looking up at him with a pout, and even though it’s the most adorable expression that could melt his heart, Eddie isn’t budging.

“C’mon, Eddie, stop being such a tease.” Your hand goes for his hair again, but in a flash, he’s snatching it away and holding your hand above your bed. His eyes are so dark, and the smirk that covers his face then tells you exactly what you’re in for.

“Now, now, you little brat. What did I tell you?” He kneels above you, and as you watch him with wide eyes, he starts to unbuckle his pants, yanking the black leather belt from his jeans and wrapping it tightly around his hand before looking back at you, gaze softening for a moment. “You can say no, by the way, we can stop everything right now and can go back to smoking, you don’t have to do this just because you think I want to.” He watches your face as you think over the options, and when your lips split into a wide grin, he knows you’ve made a decision.

“Eddie, if I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t still have you on my bed. Now get on with it before I think of going to Charlie Hugh.” Eddie’s kissing you again then, lips harsh against yours and his hands tying the belt around your wrists and securing them to the headboard.

This was new for you, and even though it first felt strange to have your hands incapable of taking what they want, gliding over smooth skin and digging your nails in as waves of pleasure took hold, you knew Eddie had a plan. He finally stripped off his leather jacket and shirt, revealing a lean torso and pale skin that was flecked with freckles and moles. He didn’t think it was much, and sure no one normally took much interest in his body, more focused on what he could do with his fingers and mouth and cock, but for a moment you tugged on your bounds, just wanting to touch him.

Eddie pulled a pocket knife out then, the blade glinting in the moonlight that streamed in through your window. You weren’t too worried about it until it came close to your skin, but when Eddie grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, you relaxed. He looked at you for permission and cut the fabric from your body once you nodded, revealing your breasts and stomach that suddenly Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off.

“And to think those sweaters have been hiding these, fuck, little one.” Eddie’s eyes are so dark, closer to black than the dark brown you’ve fallen in love with, and when his lips touch the curve of your left breast, he moans into your skin, eyes fluttering closed. He’s always been a man for tits, you’d always heard how he could cover a girl's tits in bites and bruises for a night, and right now you wouldn’t complain. And when he catches your nipple between his teeth, it has you gasping, back arching off the bed and towards him. He’s got you in the palm of his hand then, nipping and sucking against your skin as his other hand goes for your small sleep shorts.

Eddie doesn’t even bother taking them off your body, just shoves them to the side and slides his hand in between your shorts and your legs, eyes widening for a moment before they narrow with a wicked smile taking over his face. You’re so wet, and the man’s hardly touched you. He can feel your juices on his fingers, and he takes a few seconds to compose himself as he feels his dick hardening in his jeans.

“You know, I didn’t expect you to be this much of a whore, pretty thing. Soaking wet for me, and no underwear? If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you planned this whole night.” Eddie rips away your shorts then, and plunges his pointer finger into you, earning a loud moan from you. The room is so hot, summer air flooding in through the window, and as Eddie pumps his finger in and out of you, a sheen of sweat covers your body. He crooks the finger, making a come hither motion and it has you seeing stars, toes curling underneath him and mouth going slack.

He’s engrossed in the picture you’re panting against the bedspread, juices dripping down your thighs and falling onto the baby blue sheets. Your chest is heaving with heavy breaths, and for a couple of seconds, Eddie can’t stop staring at you. That is until you start to whine.

“Please, sir, fuck me, I’ve been good.” His fingers leave you right then, a teasing smirk settling on his face as he takes his fingers into his mouth and sucks the juices off.

“Oh, you think you’ve been a good little thing for me, do you? I’m not so sure about that. I think you need to earn your reward.” The kisses he leaves on your face are teasing, never fully on your mouth or giving you the relief you’re seeking, and when he gets off the bed to strip himself of his jeans and briefs, you start to wriggle against the sheets.

You can’t stop staring at his cock, it was thicker and longer than you expected it to be, and when Eddie catches you staring as he clambers back onto the bed, he can’t help but laugh before leaning down to kiss you, fast and hard as he lets a hand linger on your neck.

“Like what you see, little thing? Do you want to open your pretty mouth for me? C’mon, be a good brat.” He’s urging your mouth open gently, a finger slipping in between your lips as you whine in response, just wanting him as close to you as he can be. And then he’s sliding his cock in between your lips and you’re swallowing it down, slightly gagging as it hits the back of your throat. Eddie takes the hands that are bound, and after you adjust your angle, he squeezes them.

“Remember, we can stop at any time, just squeeze my hand when you need a rest.” You nod slightly to respond, and then you’re swallowing around him again, and bobbing your head up and down on his cock, taking him as deep as you can. His scent is strong, muskier than you expected it to be, and when you tongue him at the tip, his blissed-out groan sends vibrations down your throat. You watch him throw his head back, long messy hair stuck to his sweaty skin, and all you want to do is make him make those noises again, make him come down your throat until he can’t anymore.

“That’s it doll, such a good whore for me. Never thought I’d find such a pretty mouth to take my cock.” It’s sloppy and messy, and Eddie can’t help but watch as saliva pools at the corner of your mouth and mixes with his precum. He pulls out the, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips and watches as you lick at the tip, and all he wants to do is just you only for him. Make it so no one else even thinks of touching his darling.

Eddie squeezes your neck slightly then, tells you to let him know if it gets too much for you, and then he’s plunging back in and fucking your mouth with a vigour, hearing you gurgle and slurp around him as he pumps in and out. It’s euphoric for him, and he gets lost in the feel of your mouth around him, warm and wet and tight around the tip of his cock, and when he gets right to the edge of his peak, he tries to pull out.

“There we go, darling, so good for me. Now I’m gonna come, do you want it in your mouth, like the slut I know you are, or on your tits?” You open your mouth in response, tongue out and waiting for him, and with a few harsh tugs at his cock from his hand, he’s spilling into your mouth, breathing heavy and watching you with dark eyes and a fucked out expression. You swallow his cum down without a second thought, and then Eddie’s lunging in for a kiss, so in awe of you spread out on the bed for him.

This kiss is needy from the both of you, hot and messy and when Eddie pulls away you can’t help but whine, wanting him to stay close.

“Please, sir, I just need you.” That word, that ‘sir’ has him groaning against your mouth, already turned on again even after only coming moments ago. And he knows then that you’re getting desperate, can’t keep you on that edge for much longer before it becomes too much.

Eddie’s fingers are on your cunt then, massaging between your thighs and watching as your eyelids flutter in a blissful state. He gently slides his pointer finger in again, coaxing your walls to open slowly and watching as your juices coat his fingers, and for a moment all he can hear are your moans, loud and sweet against the sticky air the two of you are surrounded by.

“Shhh, hey, you gotta be quiet for me, doll. Can’t have the whole town knowing how much of a whore you’re being.” Unsurprisingly that has you moaning more, but Eddie just grins and leans up to kiss you, shutting you up with his mouth. His fingers are stretching you open, finding that little bunch of nerve that strikes a cord up your spine and then you’re arching up to him, trying to fill the space between the two of you.

He’s holding you tight, not letting you feel like you’re falling as he finger fucks you with three fingers then, and you can’t stop moaning, toes curling and goosebumps rising up on your skin as the pleasure increases, and when he adjusts himself so his mouth is over your mound, you’re gone, too blissed out to even process what’s happening as his tongue flicks over your clit and laps at your juices. Your thighs are shaking, around his head, but Eddie doesn’t mind, just lets a hand up to fondle your breast as you drip onto his tongue, and when he looks up, you’re nearly limp against the bed.

“Sir…Eddie, sir please, oh, OH.” He has you falling off the edge then, tongue gently tapping at your sweet spot and suddenly you’re coming, body arching off the bed into Eddie’s waiting arms, and you can feel the sheets being soaked against your bare thighs.

You’re shaking, and for a moment Eddie gets slightly worried when no sound leaves your mouth before you’re sucking in a loud breath and calling for him, and that’s when you notice that you’re not just coming, but you’re squirting against his fingers that are still inside you. He pulls them out then, wipes them on the sheets and tugs you to him, not wanting to overwhelm you with sensations to your cunt, and you just fall into him, mouth open and eyes closed.

“You know…I expected tonight to be good, but not that good. Are you trying to ruin me, sir?” Your words are soft against Eddie’s chest, and even though you’re exhausted, you can’t help but still rile him up. He’s unbound your hands by this point, belt somewhere on the other side of the room and your hands are on his skin, gliding over his chest and back.

“I swear to god, doll, you keep calling me sir and I won’t have you walking for a week.” You smirked, leaning up to kiss him gently.

“And what if that was my plan all along? C’mon Eddie Munson, I thought you were going to show me how a proper man treats his date.” Before you can even finish speaking, Eddie’s got you against the pillows, his figure looming over you and his hair curtaining either side of your face.

“Oh don’t worry, sweet thing, I’m not done with you yet. Now please tell me you have a condom somewhere in this room.” You gesture to the bedside table, and Eddie finds what he needs in a couple of minutes, a hand never leaving your skin. He makes quick work of the condom, ripping open the wrapper and letting you tug him to full hardness again before he puts it on. He looks down at you then, grabbing your hand in his. “Are you okay? We can stop now if you need.”

“Please, Eddie, I just need you, only you.” He nods, kisses you quick and then lines himself up with your entrance, and pushes in slowly, stopping to let you adjust. Your arms are around his neck, keeping him close to you and slowly, your body relaxes to him, and after a nod to Eddie and a tug of his hair, Eddie starts thrusting into you.

It’s so deep and slow, exactly like you needed and when he hikes your legs around his waist the new angle has you seeing stars, moaning in ecstasy and watching him as he focuses on giving you all the pleasure you deserve. Neither of you takes long to get to the edge, but you both want to last a little bit longer, so when you tug him down with his hair and kiss him sweetly, Eddie doesn’t argue, just wraps you into his arms and changes position again so that you’re in his lap and he’s kneeling on the bed, still deep inside you.

“Eddie, I’m so close baby, please, harder!” You’ve dropped the sir, but Eddie doesn’t mind, just holds you tighter and gives you exactly what you want, fucks up harder into you until your fingernails are digging into the skin of his back and your lower lip is clenched between your teeth. It’s euphoric, and with a loud whine against his skin, you’re coming again, dripping down and onto his thighs.

He can’t hold himself back any longer and thrusts a couple more times before he comes into the condom, slowing down so neither of you gets overstimulated. His lips press against the side of your head, breathing heavily as you cling to him, energy spent and body limp against his.

You hold each other for a while, but soon Eddie gets too uncomfortable with his thighs cramping in the position, and slowly he props you up against some pillows and discards the condom in the trash. You’re watching him, a soft smile on your face as your gaze follows his movements, humming when he comes back from the bathroom with a soft washcloth for between your legs. A couple of minutes later, you’re pulling him back to you, and resting against his chest, head in the crook of your neck. The both of you are still naked, but it’s too hot in the bedroom to get dressed again, and after Eddie pulls a thin sheet over the two of you, you let out a soft sigh.

“I didn’t realise I was missing out on so much.” He looks down at you after you speak, and hesitates when he sees your relaxed smile.

“I uh…hope I didn’t go too far.” Suddenly all his confidence is gone, the adrenaline wore off and with you resting against him he still can’t believe what happened. “I mean, I don’t regret spending the night with you at all, I just hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable by calling you a whore and a slut…I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey, woah, Eddie, baby. You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I promise.” You look away then, fiddling with one of his rings that are sure to have left indents on your skin. “To be honest, it surprised me, but I kind of…enjoyed it? And you know I would have told you to stop if I didn’t like it.” You watch Eddie closely, but he nods, a look of relief covering his face. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by calling you sir.”

“Hell, doll, that might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, don’t be sorry about that. Now come here, one thing you should never miss out on is post-sex cuddles.” He tugs you to him, kissing your cheek and throwing a leg over yours to keep you close.

“Thank you, Eddie, for tonight.” You’re yawing against his chest by then, sleep pulling you under, but Eddie doesn’t mind, just makes sure that the sheet covers you and that you’re comfortable.

“No need to thank you, baby, the pleasure was all mine.” He closes his eyes then, knowing you’re already asleep, but he can’t help but smile, because even if he never gets another chance with you, he still got to spend a night with you, and that’s more than he ever thought he’d get.

And the next morning, he’s still in the bed with you when you wake up, he hasn’t snuck out the window or left a dorky note like you’ve come to expect, and for a moment, you hope it’s not the end of the two of you together.

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huntingforcryptids · 3 years ago

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house call

wc: 3.6k

pairing: eddie x afab!reader

synopsis: after making a delivery to your house, your dealer decides you shouldn’t spend friday night alone

cw: 18+ mdni!!, smut, use of marijuana, pet names, brief mention of reader having glasses but not wearing them, teasing, eddie’s rings (yes it needs to be a warning), nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, marking, lowkey dumbification, sex while under the influence, protected sex, eddie has a big dick but wbk, pretty much pwp

You were trying to carry all the snacks you grabbed from the kitchen to your bedroom when you heard the doorbell ring.

“Shit,” you muttered.

You know you told him to be here at 9, but you weren’t expecting him to be on time.

“Just a second!” you yelled. You ran upstairs to throw the arm full of snacks onto your bed before you went to answer the door.

You opened the door and immediately felt the fluttering in your stomach as a smile made its way to your face.

Leaning against your doorframe, wearing his signature hellfire shirt, along with his black leather jacket and ripped jeans, he lifted his head to meet your eyes.

“Good evening, miss. I believe you requested a house call."

"Hi, Eddie,” you smile even wider, “Thank you so much for doing this,” you step aside and let him into your house.

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huntingforcryptids · 3 years ago

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little witch

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

tags: 18+ graphic smut, rough sex, outdoor/public sex, blowjobs, dirty talk, weed, parties, unprotected piv, creampie, squirting, orgasm denial, dom!eddie

summary: a slutty witch costume combined with eddie’s determination to live up to his devilish attire creates a night that both of you are sure to remember.

a/n: definitely going 2 hell for this one. enjoy! recommend listening to tear u apart by she wants revenge or this season of the witch song :)

‘It’s gonna be fun,’ they told him. ‘Why would we pass up an invitation to the coolest party of the year when we never get these opportunities anyways?’ they said.

Jeff and Gareth are fucking idiots. Eddie doesn’t fit in here. None of them do. They stick out like terribly sore thumbs, and it’s nearly comical how obviously misplaced they are amongst this adolescent swarm of boring costumes.

Eddie looks like he walked straight out of the D&D dungeon master’s guide: devil-like horns attached to a flimsy headband that he had stolen from little Erica Sinclair, a red cape tucked into the collar of his signature Hellfire t-shirt, because — of course — how could he ever go a day without it? All of this coupled with a leather jacket, distressed denim and dark liner smudged around his eyes.

What is he exactly? It’s hard to say. His best description is: Izzy Stradlin of Guns N’ Roses meets the baatezu from the Nine Hells of Baator.

Or simply put – a sexy, red gothic devil.

Hawkins High’s infamous Halloween party sits right on the edge of a woodsy Indiana forest, nothing but oddly cut jack-o-lanterns and wax candles decorating the tops of tattered picnic tables. Hard soil and autumn leaves crunch beneath Eddie’s combat boots as he nurses his third solo cup of the night, already seeking for something stronger when he sees Jeff and Gareth being chatted up by a couple eager girls from the debate team.

Goddamn, do they really have more game than him?

He winces, lips curling into a distasteful frown as he busies himself by the candy table and slips a purple lollipop into his mouth with raised brows. In the corner of the crowd, Eddie glances at a couple making out by the beer keg that seem to be quite literally jumping at each other’s bones in public. Boo. He groans in annoyance, looking over his shoulder to find a classic blonde-brunette combo eating each other’s faces just as passionately.

Must be fucking nice.

Yeah, no. He’s going for a walk. Fuck this party and fuck everyone here, including Jeff and Gareth.

Never liked Halloween anyways. Always been more of a Valentine’s Day kind-of-guy.

Eddie crushes his solo cup and chucks it onto a random table, ignoring the protests of his classmates when he displays no intention of stopping or apologizing as he cooly saunters past. The silver chains strung across his belt loops jingle whilst he takes swift strides into the forest; the ruckus of the party fades behind him with each firm step he takes, the prominent wrinkles in his forehead softening as his ears free from a looping mixtape of Thriller.

He continues suckling on his lollipop, a stormy purple staining his tongue as he ventures deeper into the forest and away from that godforsaken, amateur highschool party. Whatever that fucking was, he’s over it. Completely and utterly over it.

That’s when he stumbles onto a clearing in the middle of the woods, surrounded by looming trees circling an old picnic table and…

You. Alone.

Eddie comes to a halt as soon as he sees the faint flickering of orange. Heavy curses fall from your lips as you tend to the tightly-rolled blunt between your fingers, a flame failing to ignite as a result of the cheap Zippo lighter in your opposite hand.

“Goddammit… shit… motherfucking…” You grunt, hurling the lighter in Eddie’s direction. He ducks immediately, eyes bulging out of his head like deer-in-headlights when you finally lock stares. Your childish gaze bounces from the discarded lighter to Eddie’s face. “I… um…”

He definitely knows you, even under the darkness of a haunting midnight sky. Definitely. He’s instantly taken back to the fall semester of his (second attempt) of senior year, having had you in a previous class where he often wondered what the pretty girl’s name who sat in the front was.

And said pretty girl is blinking at him expectantly.

Anyday now. Anyday. Say something, fucker.

“Need, uh, a light?”

Eddie digs his hand into the pocket of his leather jacket, fumbling with the boxy metal before you’re nodding at him with curious eyes and a soft smile. He quickly meets you halfway, feeling his heartbeat stutter when your manicured fingers brush against his palm and your warmth lingers upon his skin.

He takes in the sight of the witch hat resting atop your head, a classic black one that slopes into a swirl at the tip. Your lips are blood-red, almost complimenting the shade of Eddie’s cape and devil horns. A short, raven-colored dress hugs your body perfectly, the flowing sleeves flaring out by your hands as you successfully ignite the joint hanging from your faint smirk.

“Thanks.” You mumble, taking a heavy drag with an appreciative hum before you’re handing back his lighter and sitting down on the wooden bench. He follows suit, whispering a resigned ‘No problem’ as he plops himself onto the opposite end and tosses his lollipop stick to the side. “Party sucked?”

“Yeah, always does.”

“Oh, that’s never good.”

A pause.

“I like your costume…”

“Your costume is…”

The sentences fill the silence simultaneously, causing sincere laughter to follow suit on both parts as you sneakily glance at each other with wide grins. You lean over, sticking out your smaller palm with outstretched fingers. “Alright, I’m Y/N.”

Y/N, he repeats to himself.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, gingerly enveloping his hand overs yours as he gives it a gentle squeeze. “And I’m—“

“Eddie.” You smile brightly, flicking the blunt against the edge of the table. “I know you. Hellfire himself, right?”

You know him. As if his stomach wasn’t churning with excitement already… you know him — not as the long-haired freak walking the hallways of Hawkins High, but as Eddie “Hellfire Himself” Munson. He can’t fight off the blood that rushes to his face; pink spreads across the bridge of his nose and cheeks as he catches your intent gaze accompanied by that enticing curl of your red lips.

“Yes, it is I… in the flesh.” He chuckles. “And Y/N,” Your name is sweet on his tongue, the name he’d finally come to learn after many months of pointless pining in history class back then. The name that he can’t help but play over and over again in his head, a melody of syllables too gentle for someone of his candor. He points at you, stressing each word with gaiety. “Miss top of the class, graduating senior president, is that right?”

You shrug casually. “In the flesh.”

He huffs in amusement, scratching his neck before he shamelessly watches you finger the thick layering of necklaces swooping into the fleshy valley of your breasts. You clear your throat, hiding your own pleased expression as his eyes helplessly bounce back up to your face with that boyish fear of having been caught looking at places he shouldn’t have been looking at.

Fuck, is it getting hot or is it just him? Awkwardly, he shrugs off his leather jacket, haphazardly laying it over the bench.

Okay, could Eddie seriously blame himself? He’s respectful. He is. Believe him when he says he loves women, and men. Yet it’s almost as if you’re letting him look, angling your hips towards him and parting your knees ever-so-slightly so that your short dress strategically rides up the expanse of your thighs. If you hike your leg up just a little bit higher, he’d see… fuck, he doesn’t know you like that. Stop it.

Does it matter, though?

“So, Eddie, what’s the reasoning behind…” You shift closer to his side of the table. Eddie’s gaze follows the way your fingers dart for the collar of his cape, thumb and forefinger rubbing the fabric purposefully. Your eyes lock, the corners of your lips tugging into a contagious line that Eddie can’t help but mirror. “... this bold choice of costume? A red devil is never good news.”

He wants to wipe that smirk clean off of your mouth. Maybe take some of your lipstick with it, too.

“I’m a good boy today, Y/N. Promise.” He smiles, swearing that he feels your body stiffen against him. “But I mean… it is Halloween, of course. Everyone’s on their worst behavior, pissing their own pants, ready to rob kids for candy…” If he hadn’t been so glued to the glittery shadow around your lids and the smudged mascara under your lower lashes, he wouldn’t have seen your not-so-subtle attempt at glancing at his lap. “... making out in… haunted places. You know, the usual.”

You squint. “Right.”

“Mhm.”

The bench creaks as you stand up, fingers tugging the length of your minidress back over your ass as you kick one boot in front of the other. Eddie remains frozen in his place, reddish leaves trailing past his line of sight while you lean yourself against a tall tree trunk.

You’re teasing him.

He doesn't even fully know you, and he’s already hoping for certain ways this could go.

If you wanted to play that game, you could’ve just asked.

“You know people say these woods are haunted?” Crossing your ankles, your newfound companion doesn’t tear his eyes off of your ripped fishnets, savouring your generous display of cleavage and gorgeous hips as you pull your blunt away from your lips with a hiss and wave it around. “Back in the 1700s, after the Salem witch trials… there were actually rumors that there had been some runaway witches in Hawkins. Didn’t turn out too well for them in the end.”

“Yeah? What happened?” You push off of the tree with the heel of your boot, slowly pacing your way back towards Eddie.

His thighs are spread apart widely, ringed hands drumming patiently against the tattoos on his forearms.

Fuck, he looks good.

“Whatever happens to all witches, I suppose.” You grin mischievously with enthusiastic eyes. “But I’ve always heard these parts are… full of spirits because of the… well, y’know.” A beat, then your knee is slowly pressing up against Eddie’s as you stare at the ground shyly with fluttering lashes. “Shame no one’s living up to Halloween tradition and making out — like you said — in… such a haunted place like this one.”

He exhales shakily, clenching his jaw when you curiously peer at him. “Most definitely.”

“I mean…” You giggle and turn your back to him, unable to see Eddie’s face contort into one of disappointment from the loss of physical contact. “I’m certain there’s an adorable, lovesick couple just bound to show up and fulfill…”

When you twirl around to teasingly look at Eddie, you nearly gasp out of surprise when you collide roughly with his chest. Your balance nearly gives way, but not before his pale hands grip onto your wrists and hold you upright. His knuckles are prominent, eyebrows pulled into a deep furrow and lips parted as his lust-blown pupils eagerly search yours.

He’s struggling.

And you think… this is finally it. Eddie Munson, the guy from the back of class who you’ve always kinda had a thing for, is gonna actually kiss you. Halloween night. 1986. Your peak.

But what he does next is almost as jarring as a kiss.

He carefully takes the blunt between your fingers, almost assessing the image of your lipstick stain on the end before he’s shamelessly putting his own mouth on it without hesitation. His eyes. His fucking eyes. They never leave yours, even when he inhales the joint deeply and quickly lets out an experienced exhale into your embarrassingly stunned face.

Whatever confidence you had going diminishes into a tangled ball of nothingness when Eddie holds the roll in front of your mouth, gaze half-lidded and tongue poking out from between his teeth.

“Open,” He says. And so you follow without protest, unblinking and suddenly submissive as he slips the joint back into its original place between your lips with a devilish chuckle. “Atta girl. Does what she’s told, doesn’t she?”

You gulp, only focusing on the taste of Eddie amongst the rolling paper. “Depends on who’s telling me.”

“Right, right. So, if I posed an idea… like well, fulfilling that very special tradition of… say, I don’t know, making out in a haunted place… just to make sure we’re really nailing the Halloween festivities here, little witch…” He humorously flicks at your hat, costumed horns bouncing while he begins to back you up against a tree. Eddie’s grin somehow widens even more, pearly-white canines on display as you slowly take a step back with each step he takes forward. “You definitely, definitely wouldn’t help me fulfill it, would you? Since it… after all, depends. And I’m sure the senior class president doesn’t take orders from… student delinquents like me.”

“Eddie…” You manage to breathe out, joint falling from your mouth as your back presses against the rough texture of tree bark.

“I mean, honestly, what are you doing all alone back here? Just… waiting for someone to stumble upon you and… what? What then, Y/N?” He laughs innocently, and you instinctively squeeze your thighs together as his fingers toy with the chains decorating his belt loops.

“Honestly?” You gaze up at him from beneath the black rim of your witch hat, mascara delicately framing the whites of your eyes. “Saw a tempting, red devil on the way here — thought he looked a little too lonely for a night like this one, especially when he just looked so good in such a simple costume. ‘Was hoping he’d find me… all alone, like you said.” You bite your lip. Eddie tilts his chin up and pins you with his eyes. “Was hoping that you’d find me all alone, and that I could… fuck, you looked bored at — at the party, and I figured you’d…”

“Come out and meet you…” Eddie finishes. You nod slowly.

“Halloween festivities, you know.”

He hums. “Right.” It’s silent for a good minute, until you feel Eddie’s hand ghost over your arm, trailing up your shoulder with such gentleness, you wouldn’t have even realized he had been touching you in the first place. “Well, I guess… if this place is haunted like you said, and if we’re the only two people out here…”

“Yeah?” Your voice comes out as a hushed whimper.

Eddie’s ears perk up at the sound. He pauses to catch his breath, desperately holding onto the remnants of his self-control.

“Then maybe, just maybe, we could always follow tradition. Is that… is that what you wanted, Y/N? For me to come out here just so we could make-out in the dark, away from the noise, tucked away deep in the forest where… no one can hear us? No matter how loud we’ll get?” A breathy moan escapes from the back of your throat, and Eddie realizes that he’s broken past whatever act you had going on. “That’s it, isn’t it? Hey, come on. Look at me, Y/N.” You raise your chin from your chest, meeting Eddie’s now softer eyes. “What do you want from me?”

He reaches for your hat, pulling it up and away from your face before his palms are resting against your cheeks. “Um, want you to…”

“To…” He spurs you on, stroking your skin with his thumbs.

In the shadows, Eddie’s face is so desperately close to yours that you can just smell the strong fragrance of his earthy cologne and the faint lingering taste of whatever he had been drinking.

All or nothing.

“To kiss me.” You swallow loudly, forcing the words out of your mouth. “Kiss me and… and don’t stop, please? Eddie?”

His eyes bore deep into yours, nothing but a lustful twinkle in his near-black pupils as he inhales deeply.

“Damn it, Y/N. All you had to do was fucking ask from the start.”

By the time the words finally leave him, Eddie’s lips are on you. It’s far from sweet, aching with a clandestine fervor as his mouth moves harshly against yours. Hot. Searing. Wet. Your fists are woven tightly amongst the cotton of his Hellfire shirt, and you kiss him helplessly with eyes clenched-shut, the sensation of his warm tongue keeping you in a trance.

Overpowering. Imperfect. Messy.

Yet, you want more of him.

You feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath your nose, fingers rustling through his hair as you cave into one another with unrestrained motion. Warmth blossoms in Eddie’s stomach as you lean back against the tree trunk to pull away, the fresh memory of your moans dancing against his pillowy lips while you stumble for air.

“Was that okay?” He whispers tenderly. You could almost burst out in laughter. How could his tone be so patient and friendly when his kiss had been nothing but wanton and needy? Slowly, a smile spreads across your cheeks, a weak nod following. “Can I do it again?”

“You can do anything you want.” You answer, brushing his hair away from his face before his hands drift down to your waist.

The action is suggestive, fingers leaving deep indents in the supple flesh of where hip-meets-thigh as he slips his knee between your legs. Then his mouth is on your body again. He’s more adventurous this second time around, letting his lips trail over your shoulder and the conch of your ear before he’s kissing his way down your outstretched throat — biting, licking, sucking.

He’s hard. Really hard.

“Fuck, Y/N…” His voice is whiny, nothing but a simple rasp filling the air as you sensually tend to his pale neck, teeth nibbling the skin until porcelain turns to a blooming red. “S-Sweetheart, hey… I don’t… fucking hell, don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t want to—“

“But I want to. I’m okay if you’re okay.”

“Shit, okay. Okay. I… fuck, I wasn’t expecting more than a kiss, but…” He moans embarrassingly loud when you tug at the curls of his hair, tilting his chin back so that you have more access to his throat. “Fuck, I hope you don’t think I’m like — like any of those assholes back there… just… looking for a quick fuck or anything….”

“Were you not?”

“Fine, maybe I was. Maybe I wanted to — to run into a… pretty girl like you… sitting alone out here, all dressed up with a shitty fucking lighter, by the way. Bet that was part of your plan too, huh? Reel me in and smoke that pathetic joint like you’re all tough?” Eddie cradles the back of your neck with his hand, whispering lewdly against your lips as he searches for another kiss. “God, you’re so hot. So hot.”

“You didn’t even k-know my name…”

“Shut it. I do now, and I want nothing more than — fuck, than to just say it over and over again until you get tired of hearing it.”

“Yeah?” You smirk against Eddie’s skin, glancing up at his beat-red face and the lopsided devil horns on his head before gingerly reaching up to toss them aside.

He’s a devil, alright.

Eddie nods eagerly, eyes cracking open when he feels your mouth leave him and the familiar clicking sound of his belt buckle. Holy fucking shit. “Oh, here? Like right here f-for real?” He gapes at you as you unbutton his jeans, slipping your hand into his pants to palm at the hard front of his boxers.

“Having second thoughts?”

“You’re… you’re fucking insane.” He chuckles in disbelief, groaning quietly when you rest your forehead against his shoulder and free his cock from his clothing. Glancing up at the sky, Eddie humorously whispers to himself. “Oh, crazy girls will just be the death of me.”

“Eddie, you’re so big…” You wrap your fingers around his swollen tip, moaning as you collect the pre-cum leaking from his slit. You pump him a couple times in your hand, grinning as Eddie’s face falls into the crook of your neck. “Dunno if it’ll fit me.”

“Mmm… oh, Y/N — fuck…”

“Feels good?” You lick at his earlobe, purring as you run your digits across the two veins on either side of the base.

Eddie’s weight against you is nearly crushing, but you can only pay attention to the feeling of his hard, heavy cock twitching in your grasp as you stroke him.

“Christ, feels amazing. Fuck, baby…” The pet name leaves him without hesitation. He chokes on his own moans, incoherent praises falling from his lips as he desperately splays his palm against the tree for leverage. His eyes follow the motion of you spitting into your hand, before you’re covering his dick in bubbly spit. “O-Oh, shit… that’s hot. Motherfuckin’ Ozzy… m’fuck, you’re jerking me off s-so well. God, I wonder how — wonder how tight you are…”

“Want you…” You confess, mewling in pleasure as his other palm kneads at your ass. “I bet you taste so good, Eddie.”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He groans needily, breaths stuttering in his throat as you sink to your knees. Leaves crunch beneath your limbs, sharp twigs digging into your calves as Eddie watches you tug his jeans lower down his hips. “Listen, o-once you put your mouth on me… I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

“Mmm, stop what?” You innocently bat your lashes at him, gently flicking your tongue against his reddened head.

“To stop fucking your throat.” Eddie’s mouth falls ajar as soon as he feels you take him in. “I just… crap, I can’t help it. Just no self-control… please, let me fuck it? Yeah? Is that okay?” He whimpers. “Oh, you’re such a good girl, Y/N. Giving me all I-I want… fuck, can’t wait to get my hands on you…” Spit dribbles from your chin as you gag around him, feeling his dick poke against the back of your throat while he places his hands on either side of your head. “Look at you, baby. On your knees in the middle of t-the fucking forest… patiently waiting to have your entire mouth stuffed… s’what good girls do, don’t they?”

You scratch at the tattoos on his thighs as he gives one hard thrust into your face, nearly doubling back from the sudden force. Breathe. Just breathe through it. His cock isn’t necessarily too thick, but the length — god, he could split you open.

Eight inches, curve angling to the left, you can literally feel him prodding and poking at the inside of your cheek. Your fingers are curling against his skin, pornographic sounds erupting from the both of you as Eddie guides your head up and down his dick.

“Oh… little witch,” He chuckles devilishly, wiping the tears away from your eyes as he gently inches his cock further into your mouth. Sadist. “Don’t cry, it’s supposed to feel good. You like this, don’t you? God, what would all our classmates say if they walked in on this right now?” You nearly yelp as he pushes himself deeper into you, your knees giving out from under you so that you’re sat upright against the tree. “The super intelligent, super hot, senior class president… getting her mouth f-fucked by the resident freak… oh, just imagine the drama.”

Your legs are crudely spread open, dress covered in dirt and leaves as Eddie continues thrusting into your throat. All you can smell is him. All you can think about is Eddie Munson. How embarrassingly satisfying this all feels — just as much for you as for him.

“Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth is just… Christ, you’re perfect, aren’t you? Perfect thing. Perfect throat. Probably with an even better pussy… the things I wanna do to you. F-Fuck’s sake, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep looking at me like that, sweetheart.” He quickly pulls away, and it’s absolutely pathetic how you instinctively chase after his cock with your tongue until he’s tugging you up onto your feet. “Pretty girl, oh, look at you… wish you could see how messy you look right now. So fucking hot, so fucking dirty, you are.”

“E-Eddie…” You whimper as his teeth pinch at your collarbones, marking the tops of your breasts until he’s grown feral at the sight of his hickies on your skin. His dick is hard against your thigh, and only then are you reminded of how your cunt is helplessly throbbing at the sight of it. “Please, I… please, need you inside m-me…”

His hand roughly grasps at your chin.

“Yeah? Aw, you’re a needy thing, aren’t you? Such a filthy mouth for a good little slut…” He chuckles, mirroring your pout as his grip tightens. “Maybe we should wash it out, hm? All this flattery is just getting to my head. Come on. Say, ah.”

“Ah…” You moan as he spits onto your tongue, a string of saliva connecting your bottom lips together before he’s pulling you in for another heated kiss. His hands are bruising, his fingers cruel, his touch burning. “Please, Eddie…”

“Please what?”

“Please touch my — my…”

He smirks lustfully, brushing the moisture away from your lashes. “Oh, your pussy? Anything for you, sweetheart.” You yelp as he suddenly turns you around, cock twitching against your clothed ass. He pushes against you, walking you over to the rickety picnic table until you’re bent over the edge. “Boutta treat you so well, Y/N. Just relax for me. Gonna put my fingers inside you, is that cool?” You nod wordlessly, splinters digging into your palms as Eddie flips up your dress, hissing at the sight of your exposed cunt. “No… no panties, huh? Seriously? Fuck, you’re gonna kill me. Such a pretty ass… pretty holes…” He groans, swiping his thumb over your clit. You jolt at the sensation, shoulders heaving as he quickly swirls it over your entrance. “You’re so wet and already so sensitive… s’driving me insane. How am I ever gonna last?”

You cry out when he pushes his middle finger into you, juices squelching around his rings as he slowly fucks the nimble digit in and out of your sopping pussy. “F-Fuck, Eddie… I… feels so g-good, baby.”

“Yeah? Baby, huh? Love hearing you talk me through it. Tell me, have you always fantasized getting fingered out here? That’s a little sick in the head, don’t you think? And they call me a freak…” You glance at him over your shoulder, moaning unapologetically as he adds another finger. “Mmm, alright, you’re getting a bit loud. Fuck, you want that party to catch us? Catch us making a mess of each other back here… making each other feel so, so good?”

You knew Eddie had a dark, dirty side to him. There was no way he didn't have one, especially when he’d come to school dressed like that — chains on display for girls and guys to gawk at, rings decorating his fingers like they were his favorite asset.

Yeah. He’s just as fucked in the head, maybe even more.

You’re just glad you get to be the one to experience it.

“I don’t care. Let them hear us… fuck — it’s just…. oh, god… your fingers are just… they fill me so well. Just imagine your… your cock inside me, just wrecking my cunt, until I can’t take it anymore.” Eddie grabs you by the throat, letting his hand fall to your breasts and stomach as you fuck yourself on his fingers. “Oh, please, please, please!”

“Are you gonna cum? God, you’re having so much fun right now, you can’t even speak. Answer me, baby.” He cooes, the tip of his cock pressing against the sore cheek of your ass.

You screw your eyes shut, zeroing in on the pulsing pressure in your cunt. “Y-Yes! If you keep — if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna…”

“No, you aren’t. You’re not gonna cum for me just yet.”

“But…”

“Nu-uh, no, no cumming.” Eddie’s mouth hovers over your ear. “Good girls cum when they're supposed to. Don’t change up on me now, Y/N. You’ve been doing so well.”

“I’m s-sorry, I can’t… can’t hold it…” You let out a strangled grunt when his fingers dig into your pulse points, fully constricting your airway as he hooks an arm around your stomach and pulls you to his chest. “Eddie, please. Wanna — wanna cum for you, just this once, an exception…”

“An exception? Sweetheart, I don’t even know you.” His eyes nearly roll back into his skull when your ass desperately grinds against him, your hand coming to rest back on his thigh as he subconsciously rocks against your shivering frame. “Fuck, but I guess I-I can try to get to know you, make it worth my while… an exception, tonight only. S’okay, Y/N. You can cum for me. Cum all you want, as hard as you need to.”

As soon as your thighs quiver around his hand, he lets go of your throat, using his now-free one to circle over your clit. You hadn’t even realized he’d been using three fingers to fuck your cunt — shit, when did that ever happen?

His mouth is hot against the slope of your shoulder, mirroring your mewls as you come undone all over his rings and knuckles. The heavy silver drips with your juices, slick coating the soft heel of his palm and the shuddering tip of Eddie’s aching cock. Your face is glazed over, chest rising and falling deeply as you collapse over the edge of the table in pure bliss.

“Fuck… fuck, that was so… good…” Eddie turns you in your hands, hoisting you up on the surface and barely giving you time to recover before you feel something slip between your folds. “Oh!” His thick head splits you open, a satisfying sting running through your body as he bottoms out and molds himself against your front. “E-Eddie!”

“I’m sorry. I know, I know it’s a lot for you, sweetheart…” He cups his hand over your mouth, muffling your sobs as he stills inside you. “Feels good though, yeah? Fuck, I can feel you squeezin’ me — holy shit, baby. Is this what you wanted? Is this your — your definition of Halloween tradition… getting your pussy filled up with my cock? You love it. You fucking love it, I can tell. I just couldn’t wait to have you… and it’s everything I-I could’ve ever dreamed of.”

“S’big, s’too big, Eds…”

“Hey, I got you…” He whispers, cradling your jaw in his palm. His warm, big eyes meet yours, a comforting brown lulling you into a trance as he thumbs at your lip. He leans in to kiss you, mouth slow and patient against yours as you gasp into him. “Gonna t-take care of you, promise. You’re gonna look so… so fucking hot with my… cum just drippin’ out…”

Eddie jerks his cock into you, before thrusting the rest of his length inside without forewarning. You cry out, vision blurring as he picks your witch hat off of the empty bench and places it on your head. “There we go, little witch… scream all you want, cry all you want… they won’t h-hear you…” Eddie pants out, purring as you reach under his shirt and run your nails down his toned stomach. “Not when they’re — fuck, blasting that awful fucking music…

“E-Eddie! Holy f-fucking shit!”

“Oh, such a shame they won’t hear all the pretty noises we make together.”

Your legs wrap around his hips, boots digging into the fabric of his cape as he fucks you hard into the creaking table. He rests his forehead to yours, nudging your nose with a sudden and sweet tenderness that has your walls fluttering around his prick.

Eddie Munson is ruthlessly fucking you in the forest.

And he’s fucking you hard.

Your hat is falling into your face. His lean arms are the only thing keeping you upright, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and pornographic moans filling the woodsy atmosphere. His cock pounds into your g-spot over and over again, thrusts sloppy and amateur as Eddie rests your ankles onto his shoulders for better access to your cunt.

Sure, you got up to bad things on Halloween… but this? This certainly takes the cake.

It’s absolute filth — with his long hair sticking to your sweaty skin, the stench of wet soil fighting Eddie’s musky cologne, the slick between your thighs as you cum for a second time around his length, milking him to his very-much-needed orgasm.

You can’t tell if it’s a grunt or a sob or a moan, but Eddie buries the noises against your tender neck, hips bucking lazily as he finally releases his spill into your pussy. He stutters and pulsates inside you, the angry head of his cock throbbing as he comes down from his high.

“Jesus, M-Mary, and Ozzy…” Eddie sighs out, whimpering while you lay back against the table and wipe the runny mascara away from your eyes. His own eyeliner is smudged too — almost a little too racoon-y for his liking — but it doesn’t matter.

Doesn’t matter when his cum is seeping out of your cunt and onto the wooden tabletop beneath you. Doesn’t matter when he watches you physically shake from your orgasm and takes in the sight of your bloodied knees.

Definitely doesn’t matter when you glance down at him and give him the prettiest fucked-out smile he’s ever seen.

Yeah, that’s for sure staying ingrained in his head.

“Fucking hell.” You breathe out, biting the nail of your thumb as Eddie gently nudges his seed back into your pussy with his fingers, obviously distracted. “Hey.”

How could he make such a dirty act seem absolutely innocent?

He shyly returns the grin, pulling his boxers and jeans up before he’s wrestling with the chains around his belt buckle. “Hey, you.”

“Help me up?” You stick your palm out, mirroring the same manner of the handshake you had given him in your first twenty seconds of speaking to each other. Eddie effortlessly pulls you off of the table, keeping a cautious arm around your waist when your legs start to wobble beneath you. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You take note of the way his nose lingers by the top of your head, inhaling your scent with a sudden yearning that makes your heart quicken when you bump against his chest.

Awkward clearings of throats, shy double takes and silent gazes at each other as you fix your wild appearances. Eddie’s unsure of what to say — goodbye? Farewell? Thank you? See you again?

God, would it be so lame if he wanted the last option?

But you beat him to it, syllables nervously strung together as you toy with his devil-horn headband in your hands. “Well, you, um, definitely lived up to tradition.”

“Did I now? Honestly just wondering how no one heard us.”

“Come on, it’s Halloween night in the middle of a haunted forest.” You blink up at him, fixing the rim of your witch hat as he peers down at you. “Have you ever seen a horror movie? You never go towards the screaming. It’s like the number one, all-time logical rule.”

Eddie waves a hand around, laughing comfortably at your presence of lightheartedness. “Oh, yeah. Never. For sure.” He huffs, glancing at his shoes before locking onto your soft eyes. His brain haywires at the sight of your doting expression, a contrast to the filthy-mouthed girl he had just been dealing with earlier. “Never.”

Snap out of it.

You clear your throat, dusting the front of your dress off as Eddie squares his shoulders and straightens his back. “So… then… I guess…”

He points at the dirt path leading to the party. “Right…”

“I’ll…”

“See you around?” He coughs out in a hopeful tone.

You don’t answer, just slowly stride past him with crunchy footsteps and a youthful smirk.

Then you’re suddenly turning on your heels and barrelling back to him, a warm hand cupping his jaw as you press a chaste kiss to his cheekbone. Eddie savors the moment, refusing to shut his eyes when you reach up on your tippy-toes and slip his horned headband back onto his mess of curls.

He looks at you as if you’ve just killed him. “You’re really something, you know that?”

Your stomach flutters. “Look, I enjoyed… tonight. And I… if ever you… you wanted to continue tradition…”

“Yeah?” He raises a brow.

“I mean, like… it doesn’t have to be yearly and it doesn’t have to be Halloween, but I…” You take a deep breath, letting your fingers trail down his jaw before your hand falls limp at your side. “I enjoyed. That’s it. And whenever you feel a bit… festive…” You exhale loudly, glancing away as Eddie tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just come looking for me.”

You’re being absolutely serious with him.

“Okay.”

“Good.” You turn back and make a beeline for the party, unable to hide the blossoming smile on your face when you hear the familiar hymn of Eddie’s voice abruptly calling out your name. “Yes?”

A glimmering object is tossed in your direction, landing in your palms as you instinctively reach out to catch it.

His lighter.

“Keep it. It’s all yours.”

Somehow, your grin widens even more. “I’ll see you around, then.”

Maybe Eddie Munson is a Halloween kind-of-guy. So, fuck Valentine’s, because he could get used to this. Used to you. Either way, he’s glad that he’s still got more game than Jeff and Gareth — not that he seriously doubted it in the first place, but the assurance is there.

Turns out the sexy, red gothic devil worked out for him in the end, anyways.

“See you around, little witch.”

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