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I got inspired to write a fic. Please for the love of god someone tell me if this is shit or not

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈- 𝐸.𝑀.𝓍𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Eddie Munson x reader

Rating: M (if you’re under 18 scroll on)

Warnings: Smut, filthy smut. P in V, fingering, oral F!receiving, basically porn with very little plot, corruption kink, pet names

About: Eddie always had a thing for the good girls. He loved the idea of taking a goody two shoes and transforming her. He liked molding them into his own image. But he had never thought about one thing before, until he meets you. The first thing you had told him had always stuck with him, “good girls are bad girls who haven’t been caught”.

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

There was something about taking the sweetest thing and adding your own flair to it. Eddie knew it. It was his favorite thing, the way that he could make a girl blush and stutter without even trying gave his ego a boost. Every. Single. Time. He was good with words, twisting them just the right way to give that innuendo every time, and oh how he loved seeing the cheeks of a sweet girl heat up when she catches onto the double meaning of his words. He didn’t rush it, no he liked to take his time, make it so when he finally corrupts them, they’re eating from the palm of his hand. He was a twisted guy for that, he knew it. But it was a rush to make the good girls cave and let him show them just how nice it feels to be bad.

Then there was you. You seemed like a good enough girl, but you never really paid attention to Eddie, aside from when you two were working on something together at the record shop you both frequented. You would always buy the latest pop vinyl, your hair pulled back in a prim and proper ponytail, and those outfits. God those outfits were enough to make a man cry.

Today was just another day, going to the record store, flipping through the metal vinyls out of boredom, you had a soft spot for things like Def Leppard or Black Sabbath, mainly because you liked to listen to it cranked at full volume to piss off your parents. That was a rebellious as you dared be, with getting caught. Your fingers stop on Black Sabbath’s latest album, the only copy in the shop as of right now, and you were about to get it and take it to the counter, and then a familiar ringed hand shoots out and snags it from you, looking it over and then giving you a once over with a cock of his brow.

Eddie smirked as he looked over the vinyl and then at you, “Sweetheart, this looks like it might not be your taste. Too scary for someone like you”

You looked at him with an annoyed huff, “Give it back. I’ve been trying to get my hands on that for weeks.”

A chuckle leaves his lips, sounding more like honey than anything, “You, as in miss princess of Hawkins, have been trying to get a Black Sabbath record for weeks? Yea, right. Then I guess I’m the quarterback of the football team”

Your brows furrow as you look at him, “Eddie I’m serious. Give it back.”

“Oh you want it, princess? Hm. What a shame. Because unluckily for you, this is what I came here for.”

You cross your arms and look at him, your lips turning downwards, “I had it first. Hand it over, Munson.”

He laughs, actually laughs. A fully deep laugh coming from his lips, “Nope, not happening. You’re too much of a good girl to be listening to this shit.”

“A good girl? Haven’t you heard what’s said about good girls? They’re only bad girls that haven’t been caught. Now give it back”

At her words, he visibly blanches, his hand loosening just enough for her to snatch the vinyl back. As soon as it’s in her hands she takes it to the counter and buys it, thanking the cashier with a soft smile. That’s the last time Eddie sees you for a few days, and fuck him if those last words she said to him weren’t playing on a loop in his head.

He was fucked. Literally. Anytime he jerked off all he could think about was the way your lips curved up into a smirk when you said those words, the way your chest rose and fell with the irritated breaths when you were trying to get the vinyl back from him. Normally Eddie was the type to just try and bed someone one time and then forget about them. None of them really providing anything to remember by other than another sweetheart corrupted by his touch. But you. He couldn’t get you out of his head, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. He was very curious about what you meant, what bad things you do when no one was looking.

The next time you saw each other was at some party. You hadn’t really wanted to go but you promised your friend that you’d go. You were sitting by the drinks, music thumping through the house, your friend nowhere to be seen. You were half tempted to leave. To walk back to your own house, but that thought was pushed aside as you heard his voice.

Eddie had sauntered over with a cocky smirk, “aw what’s the matter princess? You’re over here looking bored as ever”

Your lips automatically pressed together in annoyance, “yea well I can’t say this is exactly party of the year”

His smirk grows and he cocks a brow, “and you’ve been to enough to know when it’s a good one?”

You sighed and met his gaze, his chocolate eyes twinkling with amusement while your eyes just showed annoyance, “you’d be amazed at what I’ve done.”

His brows shot up and he felt an involuntary twitch in his jeans, “would I now, princess?”

You stood up and began walking towards the door, suddenly wanting to go home more now than ever, “I’m not as much of a good girl as you think. Bye, Eddie” she walks out the door, not thinking he’d follow her

“Wait wait wait, do you have a ride home? Or are you seriously thinking about walking home at this time of night?”

“I’ll be fine Eddie.”

“Cmon princess, let me at least give you a lift. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that pretty little face” or body. He was too eager to be the one to experience the feeling of you. “Besides. What if you fall into a ditch or something and sprain an ankle or some shit?”

Your brows cocked and you looked at him incredulously “you can’t be serious”

“Serious as the plague, sweetheart. Come on. Don’t be stubborn. Just let me take you home.”

You sigh, clearly getting nowhere with this argument, “fine. But keep your hands on the wheel, got it?”

He raises his hand in a mock scouts salute “scouts honor, sweetheart.”

He leads you to his van, opening the passenger door for you and shutting it behind you, and climbs into the drivers side. He starts the van and immediately the sounds of Metallica fill the space, and he looks at you.

“This shouldn’t be a problem for you, should it, princess? You like this shit too. Or at least you claim to.”

“It’s fine. Just. Take me home”

He smirks and laughs under his breath, “okay, okay, touchy much?” With that he starts driving, then it hits him, he doesn’t actually know where you live, so he pulls to the side of the road.

“Why are we stopping?”

“Well, sweetheart. It’s just hit me, I have no clue where you live.”

His hands tap on the steering wheel as he looks at you, the rings catching the light of a street lamp, and you were suddenly aware of how close you were to him, you could smell the faint smell of cigarettes, weed and beer on him, and something else. Something that was just him. You swallowed hard, your throat going dry, feelings you’d been repressing for the metalhead flaring to life. A dull ache between your thighs, your cheeks flushing, something he definitely noticed and he leaned over to get closer to you.

He smirks as his breath ghosts over your ear, one of his curls brushing against your bare shoulder, “princess, you’re blushing like a virgin and I haven’t even said something to get that reaction.”

Your cheeks heat up more and you turn your head to look at him, your lips close to his and you draw in a shaky breath, “I’m not blushing like a virgin”

He laughs at your petulant protest, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, slowly ghosting up the skin to the edge of your skirt, “oh but you are. But that begs the question, are you a virgin?”

Your breath audibly catches in your throat as his fingers dance up your thigh, “No. I’m not”

It’s his turn to be surprised, after all you had the front of being this pure innocent angel. His fingers move just under the hem of your skirt and he smirks, “well well well, isn’t this a surprise then?” Without giving you time to process his words or his touch, his mouth slots against yours, a demanding kiss, his tongue brushing over your bottom lip, asking for permission for entry. Entry you gladly gave, your tongue sliding against his, teeth clashing as the kiss becomes more hungry. His hand on your thigh slides up higher, his thumb brushing against your clothed core, earning a gasp from the jolt of electricity through your veins.

He pulls back slightly and smirks at you, “need something, sweetheart?”

You look at him as he pulls his hand back, your lips turning down in a frown, “you know what I need.”

He squeezes your thigh and hums, “maybe I do. Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

You look at him, frustration pooling in you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen, “I want you to touch me, Eddie.”

He kisses her again and bites her lip, “that’s a good girl. But if I’m going to touch you, I want to be able to see you spread out for me. Cmon. Into the back”

Your heart skips a beat as he calls you a good girl, a kink you didn’t know you had, and you unbuckle and crawl over the console into the back of the van, laying back, you noticed pillows and blankets laid along the floor of the back and you look at him, “were you planning on getting lucky with someone?”

He crawls into the back himself and looks at you, “princess, I’ve had more girls back here than you’d know. It’s better to keep it ready.” He smirks as he crawls between your legs, pushing them further apart and flipping your skirt up, exposing your panties to him, and with a hungry look he runs his fingers along the damp patch in the middle of them, “someone’s already so wet for me”

Your cheeks heat up more and you look at him, another gasp at the feeling of his fingers on her slit

He smirks widely at the sight of the darker blush and he tugs at her panties with a finger, “need these off princess”

You bite your lip and shimmy your panties down, exposing your glistening folds. He quickly takes them the rest of the way off, bringing them up to his nose and taking a big smell with a groan.

“You smell so good, pretty girl” he trails his fingers up your thigh again, stopping just at the juncture of your thighs and he smiles wickedly. His finger comes up and runs along your folds before brushing against your clit, watching as your face contorts in pleasure, his smile growing as he hears your moan.

“You liked that, didn’t you princess?”

“Yes.. I really fucking liked it okay?”

He gives a triumphant smile and moves closer, his fingers dipping down and two of them pushing inside you, earning a loud moan and your back arching.

“So responsive, and I’ve barely done anything. I like that. A lot.” His fingers slowly pump into you, his thumb brushing against your clit and circling it slowly, your hips bucking into his touch. He watches your head fall back onto the pillows on the floor, and he picks up the pace.

“Oh god, fuck Eddie!” Your moans get louder as he curls his fingers, brushing against that spongy spot inside you. He takes his thumb off your clit and leans in, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, letting a groan out at how sweet you tasted to him. Your hands reach down and grab his curls, your hips bucking furiously against his face, and your walls fluttering around his fingers. So close to orgasm, with barely any stimulation. He feels his cock twitching in his pants as he begins to lick and suck the sensitive bud with more fervor, his fingers pumping faster.

“Eddie— shit! Shit,shit oh my god!” You scream out as your orgasm washes over you, and he pulls back and pulls his fingers out of you, his chin glistening with your juices and he moves up your body, resting his hips between your thighs. He watches as you bring his fingers to your mouth, wrapping your lips around them and swirling your tongue around the digits.

“Holy fuck, princess. Keep that up and I’m gonna fucking cream my pants.”

Your lips pop off his fingers with a smirk, “now don’t do that”

He groans and he kisses you again, his hips rolling against you, his jeans providing friction against your still sensitive clit. “I need to be inside you”

You look up at him and bite your lip, “condom?”

He gives you a wolfish grin and reaches for a compartment in the door and grabs a condom, ripping the foil wrapper open with his teeth as his other hand works his belt and finally yanks his jeans and boxers down, you could tell he was a little bigger than average, but you couldn’t see it in the darkness of the van. You watched as he skillfully rolls a condom down his length and then lines the tip up to your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, groans leaving the both of you in synchrony, “fuck, you’re so tight princess, I’m not gonna last. Gonna make this fast and hard, okay?”

You look up at him with pleasure darkened eyes and nod, “okay.. yes.. just.. please”

His own eyes darken further as he hears your plea, his hips jerking forward and burying himself inside you to the base, he watches your mouth fall open in a moan, and he pulls back, and slams back in, starting a harsh pace, his hands coming down to grip your thighs and push your legs up, your ankles coming to rest on his shoulders as he pounds into you, “fuck, fuck you feel so good around me”

His hips slap against you loudly, the van rocking slightly from how hard he’s going. Sweat beading on his brow, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his lips parted as he grunts, growls and groans. He’s trying so hard to at least make you come undone one more time before he does. His hand coming down between your bodies and his thumb rolling over your clit roughly, feeling your body tense up, your walls gripping him like a vice, “that’s it princess, give me one more. Be a good girl for me and fucking cum.”

His words, his thumb on your clit, the way he’s pounding into you, it has you gasping and moaning, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you scream out in pleasure, coming undone once more around his cock. The way he’s stretching you so deliciously, the sounds he’s making, you don’t want to stop this. Ever.

As you come undone, he lets out a low growl, his hips pumping, two more times before he stills, a loud moan ripping through him as he fills the condom.

“Fuck!” He groans out, his hips jerking one more time and he slowly lowers your legs back down, and pulls out of you, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. He carefully pulls off the condom and ties it off, throwing it into the bin he keeps in the back.

He rolls over to lay on the floor of the backseat beside you, panting as he looks at you with a satisfied smirk, “you know, I think that might be my new favorite feeling”

You laugh and look at him with a raised brow, and the both of you lay in a comfortable silence in the back of his van. You were definitely going to do that again.

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𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈- 𝐸.𝑀.𝓍𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Eddie Munson x reader

Rating: M (if you’re under 18 scroll on)

Warnings: Smut, filthy smut. P in V, fingering, oral F!receiving, basically porn with very little plot, corruption kink, pet names

About: Eddie always had a thing for the good girls. He loved the idea of taking a goody two shoes and transforming her. He liked molding them into his own image. But he had never thought about one thing before, until he meets you. The first thing you had told him had always stuck with him, “good girls are bad girls who haven’t been caught”.

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

There was something about taking the sweetest thing and adding your own flair to it. Eddie knew it. It was his favorite thing, the way that he could make a girl blush and stutter without even trying gave his ego a boost. Every. Single. Time. He was good with words, twisting them just the right way to give that innuendo every time, and oh how he loved seeing the cheeks of a sweet girl heat up when she catches onto the double meaning of his words. He didn’t rush it, no he liked to take his time, make it so when he finally corrupts them, they’re eating from the palm of his hand. He was a twisted guy for that, he knew it. But it was a rush to make the good girls cave and let him show them just how nice it feels to be bad.

Then there was you. You seemed like a good enough girl, but you never really paid attention to Eddie, aside from when you two were working on something together at the record shop you both frequented. You would always buy the latest pop vinyl, your hair pulled back in a prim and proper ponytail, and those outfits. God those outfits were enough to make a man cry.

Today was just another day, going to the record store, flipping through the metal vinyls out of boredom, you had a soft spot for things like Def Leppard or Black Sabbath, mainly because you liked to listen to it cranked at full volume to piss off your parents. That was a rebellious as you dared be, with getting caught. Your fingers stop on Black Sabbath’s latest album, the only copy in the shop as of right now, and you were about to get it and take it to the counter, and then a familiar ringed hand shoots out and snags it from you, looking it over and then giving you a once over with a cock of his brow.

Eddie smirked as he looked over the vinyl and then at you, “Sweetheart, this looks like it might not be your taste. Too scary for someone like you”

You looked at him with an annoyed huff, “Give it back. I’ve been trying to get my hands on that for weeks.”

A chuckle leaves his lips, sounding more like honey than anything, “You, as in miss princess of Hawkins, have been trying to get a Black Sabbath record for weeks? Yea, right. Then I guess I’m the quarterback of the football team”

Your brows furrow as you look at him, “Eddie I’m serious. Give it back.”

“Oh you want it, princess? Hm. What a shame. Because unluckily for you, this is what I came here for.”

You cross your arms and look at him, your lips turning downwards, “I had it first. Hand it over, Munson.”

He laughs, actually laughs. A fully deep laugh coming from his lips, “Nope, not happening. You’re too much of a good girl to be listening to this shit.”

“A good girl? Haven’t you heard what’s said about good girls? They’re only bad girls that haven’t been caught. Now give it back”

At her words, he visibly blanches, his hand loosening just enough for her to snatch the vinyl back. As soon as it’s in her hands she takes it to the counter and buys it, thanking the cashier with a soft smile. That’s the last time Eddie sees you for a few days, and fuck him if those last words she said to him weren’t playing on a loop in his head.

He was fucked. Literally. Anytime he jerked off all he could think about was the way your lips curved up into a smirk when you said those words, the way your chest rose and fell with the irritated breaths when you were trying to get the vinyl back from him. Normally Eddie was the type to just try and bed someone one time and then forget about them. None of them really providing anything to remember by other than another sweetheart corrupted by his touch. But you. He couldn’t get you out of his head, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. He was very curious about what you meant, what bad things you do when no one was looking.

The next time you saw each other was at some party. You hadn’t really wanted to go but you promised your friend that you’d go. You were sitting by the drinks, music thumping through the house, your friend nowhere to be seen. You were half tempted to leave. To walk back to your own house, but that thought was pushed aside as you heard his voice.

Eddie had sauntered over with a cocky smirk, “aw what’s the matter princess? You’re over here looking bored as ever”

Your lips automatically pressed together in annoyance, “yea well I can’t say this is exactly party of the year”

His smirk grows and he cocks a brow, “and you’ve been to enough to know when it’s a good one?”

You sighed and met his gaze, his chocolate eyes twinkling with amusement while your eyes just showed annoyance, “you’d be amazed at what I’ve done.”

His brows shot up and he felt an involuntary twitch in his jeans, “would I now, princess?”

You stood up and began walking towards the door, suddenly wanting to go home more now than ever, “I’m not as much of a good girl as you think. Bye, Eddie” she walks out the door, not thinking he’d follow her

“Wait wait wait, do you have a ride home? Or are you seriously thinking about walking home at this time of night?”

“I’ll be fine Eddie.”

“Cmon princess, let me at least give you a lift. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that pretty little face” or body. He was too eager to be the one to experience the feeling of you. “Besides. What if you fall into a ditch or something and sprain an ankle or some shit?”

Your brows cocked and you looked at him incredulously “you can’t be serious”

“Serious as the plague, sweetheart. Come on. Don’t be stubborn. Just let me take you home.”

You sigh, clearly getting nowhere with this argument, “fine. But keep your hands on the wheel, got it?”

He raises his hand in a mock scouts salute “scouts honor, sweetheart.”

He leads you to his van, opening the passenger door for you and shutting it behind you, and climbs into the drivers side. He starts the van and immediately the sounds of Metallica fill the space, and he looks at you.

“This shouldn’t be a problem for you, should it, princess? You like this shit too. Or at least you claim to.”

“It’s fine. Just. Take me home”

He smirks and laughs under his breath, “okay, okay, touchy much?” With that he starts driving, then it hits him, he doesn’t actually know where you live, so he pulls to the side of the road.

“Why are we stopping?”

“Well, sweetheart. It’s just hit me, I have no clue where you live.”

His hands tap on the steering wheel as he looks at you, the rings catching the light of a street lamp, and you were suddenly aware of how close you were to him, you could smell the faint smell of cigarettes, weed and beer on him, and something else. Something that was just him. You swallowed hard, your throat going dry, feelings you’d been repressing for the metalhead flaring to life. A dull ache between your thighs, your cheeks flushing, something he definitely noticed and he leaned over to get closer to you.

He smirks as his breath ghosts over your ear, one of his curls brushing against your bare shoulder, “princess, you’re blushing like a virgin and I haven’t even said something to get that reaction.”

Your cheeks heat up more and you turn your head to look at him, your lips close to his and you draw in a shaky breath, “I’m not blushing like a virgin”

He laughs at your petulant protest, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, slowly ghosting up the skin to the edge of your skirt, “oh but you are. But that begs the question, are you a virgin?”

Your breath audibly catches in your throat as his fingers dance up your thigh, “No. I’m not”

It’s his turn to be surprised, after all you had the front of being this pure innocent angel. His fingers move just under the hem of your skirt and he smirks, “well well well, isn’t this a surprise then?” Without giving you time to process his words or his touch, his mouth slots against yours, a demanding kiss, his tongue brushing over your bottom lip, asking for permission for entry. Entry you gladly gave, your tongue sliding against his, teeth clashing as the kiss becomes more hungry. His hand on your thigh slides up higher, his thumb brushing against your clothed core, earning a gasp from the jolt of electricity through your veins.

He pulls back slightly and smirks at you, “need something, sweetheart?”

You look at him as he pulls his hand back, your lips turning down in a frown, “you know what I need.”

He squeezes your thigh and hums, “maybe I do. Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

You look at him, frustration pooling in you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen, “I want you to touch me, Eddie.”

He kisses her again and bites her lip, “that’s a good girl. But if I’m going to touch you, I want to be able to see you spread out for me. Cmon. Into the back”

Your heart skips a beat as he calls you a good girl, a kink you didn’t know you had, and you unbuckle and crawl over the console into the back of the van, laying back, you noticed pillows and blankets laid along the floor of the back and you look at him, “were you planning on getting lucky with someone?”

He crawls into the back himself and looks at you, “princess, I’ve had more girls back here than you’d know. It’s better to keep it ready.” He smirks as he crawls between your legs, pushing them further apart and flipping your skirt up, exposing your panties to him, and with a hungry look he runs his fingers along the damp patch in the middle of them, “someone’s already so wet for me”

Your cheeks heat up more and you look at him, another gasp at the feeling of his fingers on her slit

He smirks widely at the sight of the darker blush and he tugs at her panties with a finger, “need these off princess”

You bite your lip and shimmy your panties down, exposing your glistening folds. He quickly takes them the rest of the way off, bringing them up to his nose and taking a big smell with a groan.

“You smell so good, pretty girl” he trails his fingers up your thigh again, stopping just at the juncture of your thighs and he smiles wickedly. His finger comes up and runs along your folds before brushing against your clit, watching as your face contorts in pleasure, his smile growing as he hears your moan.

“You liked that, didn’t you princess?”

“Yes.. I really fucking liked it okay?”

He gives a triumphant smile and moves closer, his fingers dipping down and two of them pushing inside you, earning a loud moan and your back arching.

“So responsive, and I’ve barely done anything. I like that. A lot.” His fingers slowly pump into you, his thumb brushing against your clit and circling it slowly, your hips bucking into his touch. He watches your head fall back onto the pillows on the floor, and he picks up the pace.

“Oh god, fuck Eddie!” Your moans get louder as he curls his fingers, brushing against that spongy spot inside you. He takes his thumb off your clit and leans in, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, letting a groan out at how sweet you tasted to him. Your hands reach down and grab his curls, your hips bucking furiously against his face, and your walls fluttering around his fingers. So close to orgasm, with barely any stimulation. He feels his cock twitching in his pants as he begins to lick and suck the sensitive bud with more fervor, his fingers pumping faster.

“Eddie— shit! Shit,shit oh my god!” You scream out as your orgasm washes over you, and he pulls back and pulls his fingers out of you, his chin glistening with your juices and he moves up your body, resting his hips between your thighs. He watches as you bring his fingers to your mouth, wrapping your lips around them and swirling your tongue around the digits.

“Holy fuck, princess. Keep that up and I’m gonna fucking cream my pants.”

Your lips pop off his fingers with a smirk, “now don’t do that”

He groans and he kisses you again, his hips rolling against you, his jeans providing friction against your still sensitive clit. “I need to be inside you”

You look up at him and bite your lip, “condom?”

He gives you a wolfish grin and reaches for a compartment in the door and grabs a condom, ripping the foil wrapper open with his teeth as his other hand works his belt and finally yanks his jeans and boxers down, you could tell he was a little bigger than average, but you couldn’t see it in the darkness of the van. You watched as he skillfully rolls a condom down his length and then lines the tip up to your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, groans leaving the both of you in synchrony, “fuck, you’re so tight princess, I’m not gonna last. Gonna make this fast and hard, okay?”

You look up at him with pleasure darkened eyes and nod, “okay.. yes.. just.. please”

His own eyes darken further as he hears your plea, his hips jerking forward and burying himself inside you to the base, he watches your mouth fall open in a moan, and he pulls back, and slams back in, starting a harsh pace, his hands coming down to grip your thighs and push your legs up, your ankles coming to rest on his shoulders as he pounds into you, “fuck, fuck you feel so good around me”

His hips slap against you loudly, the van rocking slightly from how hard he’s going. Sweat beading on his brow, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his lips parted as he grunts, growls and groans. He’s trying so hard to at least make you come undone one more time before he does. His hand coming down between your bodies and his thumb rolling over your clit roughly, feeling your body tense up, your walls gripping him like a vice, “that’s it princess, give me one more. Be a good girl for me and fucking cum.”

His words, his thumb on your clit, the way he’s pounding into you, it has you gasping and moaning, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you scream out in pleasure, coming undone once more around his cock. The way he’s stretching you so deliciously, the sounds he’s making, you don’t want to stop this. Ever.

As you come undone, he lets out a low growl, his hips pumping, two more times before he stills, a loud moan ripping through him as he fills the condom.

“Fuck!” He groans out, his hips jerking one more time and he slowly lowers your legs back down, and pulls out of you, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. He carefully pulls off the condom and ties it off, throwing it into the bin he keeps in the back.

He rolls over to lay on the floor of the backseat beside you, panting as he looks at you with a satisfied smirk, “you know, I think that might be my new favorite feeling”

You laugh and look at him with a raised brow, and the both of you lay in a comfortable silence in the back of his van. You were definitely going to do that again.

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I thought this could be love

Eddie Munson x Reader

This will be a heavier read for some. Mentions of Abandonment issues, Some fluffy stuff, Mentions of depression, Hints at an abusive situation.

Standing on the corner of the street you had been left on by your now ex boyfriend, you look for any signs of anyone you called coming to your rescue. Unfortunately it seemed there was no one coming for you. Tears began welling in your eyes as the clouds darkened and started to sprinkle droplets of water on you. As the rain began you sat up against a tree, burying your head in your arms and letting your emotions consume you. Your whole body was wracked by the sobs, and your hair and clothing were soaked from the rain hitting you, not even the leaves on the tree were protecting you from the water. Not that you thought they would, You were amazed at the fact that you'd not heard a single car pass you. Until now, but instead of driving by, the vehicle came to a stop.

"Hey, miss, Are you alright?" A voice called from the vehicle, startling you. You looked up to see a beat up van, with a man leaning out of the window

"I, No. not really. I've been sitting here for the entire time it's been raining and I don't have a way back to my trailer. I don't even know how to get back to it" You said, between sniffles and fighting the chattering of your teeth

"Trailer? You new in town? Do you need a ride to your trailer?" The man spoke. His voice as smooth as honey

"I don't want to be an inconvenience to you"

Hearing him let out a chuckle, he spoke again

"I promise it's no inconvenience. I'm heading to the trailers myself, come on. Hop in."

You had learned as a child not to accept rides from strangers, but it seemed at this exact moment you had no other choice than to take the man up on his offer. You had no actual sense of survival, but hopefully he wasn't an axe wielding maniac. Reluctantly you got up and walked up to the van, as he parked it and got out.

"I have to get the door for you. It sticks sometimes, so it's just easier for me to open it." Letting out a chuckle he looks back at you, big brown doe eyes meeting your own eyes.

"Oh, oh yea right. That makes sense honestly."

Getting into the van on the passenger side, you made sure all your belonging were inside the van. You fastened the seatbelt, securing you in the seat as he shut the door and stepped around to the drivers side. When he got in he looked back to you and gave a lopsided grin.

"I just realized I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Eddie."

"Well Eddie, I'm Y/N. Thank you for the ride, I appreciate it."

"It's not a big deal, really. But I do want to know, why you were on the corner of the street in the rain."

Feeling the tears well up in your eyes again you let out a shaky breath. The thoughts of how the fight with your ex went down, leading him to abandon you on the side of the road like a piece of trash. You asking him a question of why people were telling you that he had been seen leaving a seedy motel in town, a woman a couple years younger than the both of you hot on his tail.

"It's a long story really. I don't want to drop my issues in your lap."

Eddie glanced at you from the corner of his eye as he began driving. He could feel the energy shift as soon as your tone dropped. It wasn't by choice you had been on the side of the road he could tell.

"Well, Y/N, I know what it's like to have bad things happen to you. If you wound up at Hawkin's, which I'm assuming you're freshly graduated. You would have known I'm regarded to as the freak" His own tone shifting, a sort of melancholy sinking into his demeanor.

"The freak? Why would you be that? You were the only one to offer a ride to me, and I'm not talking about regarding cars that passed because there were none. I mean out of anyone. I tried to get so many people to come help me, and there was no one" Along with the hiccup from trying to keep the tears from falling, your voice trembled.

"People here, they don't like different. That's exactly what I am. So I'm a pariah. The freak, who's on his third year of the twelfth grade"

Shifting your body slightly so you could gaze at him fully, you feel as if everything he said made total sense. You had been held back one year of twelfth grade yourself. Thinking back further, Twelfth grade, the second time around. Where the abandonment problems started. The person you thought would never leave you. Wound up leaving anyways. Your own blood. Well. The two that created you had ostracized you, for who you were becoming. No longer wanting to blindly follow what they believed, changing your appearance. Even the music you had fell in love with causing them to shun you.

"I, well I can say I know exactly how that feels, Eddie" The words left you in a whisper.

"You know how it feels? I know that I'm supposed to be taking you home, but seeing as we're both in the trailerpark, would you like to come to my trailer and talk about things?" He glanced back at you again, his breath catching as he awaited the response.

"You're inviting me to your trailer? You barely know me."

"I mean, you're baring your soul to me and I'm a total stranger."

A laugh escaped your throat, realizing he was right about that. You and him, knew practically nothing of each other but here you were ripping each others rawest wounds open.

"What the hell, why not. After all, a freak knows a freak" your words hung heavy in the air as he contemplated what you said.

"I suppose you're right with that. We all tend to find each other in the world after all."

As they pulled into the trailerpark, and made their way to his trailer, you realized that you were his neighbor. You looked at your trailer and then at his, shifting your eyes to him eventually. His hair hung over his face as he leaned down to turn the key to shut the engine off. Suddenly it makes sense. He was the Metalhead you'd seen leaving every morning. The one who you were too intimidated to speak to, to get to know. On top of the fact that if you had been caught even talking to another guy, your ex would accuse you of cheating. Now you were free to talk to him, or you thought, until you noticed your exes car parked just out of view by your trailer. Your breath hitched in your throat as you saw your ex exit his vehicle, as soon as you had stepped out of Eddie's van. The look on your exes face was enough to make your blood run cold, and Eddie noticed the color drain from your face.

"Y/N, Are you alright? What's wrong?" Eddie asked, and then suddenly your ex was right there, close enough to you that you could smell his attempt at hiding the alcohol on his breath. He was screaming and then suddenly Eddie pulled him back, just as the tears from the insults and harsh words settled on your mind.

Eddie was quick to defend you, protect you. He didn't even know you but he was standing between you and your ex. Just as the punch flew, connecting with his cheek. You swore you could feel time stop, as you felt every bit of tension in the air. Just as Eddie looked back at you to make sure you weren't going to accidentally get hit by his elbow as he pulled back to hit back, your ex pulled a low move and threw a few more punches, most to Eddie's face. But a couple to Ed's stomach, causing him to double over from the impact. But as soon as he recovered from the hits, you knew it was game over, just from the look on his face.

Everything was suddenly moving too fast, Eddie's fists connecting with multiple parts of your ex. Before you knew it you were crying out for him to stop.

"Why would you want me to stop?! What could make you feel like he deserves any mercy?"

"I thought.. I thought what I had with him could be love. Eddie. Just let him go. Please. I hear sirens. You'll both be arrested if they catch you mid act. I just met you, but I feel like I can't lose you" Every word tearing their way through your throat. It felt like razors as you pleaded with him to spare your ex.

"Just take me into your trailer. Please."

Eddie looked back to you and sighed. He let your ex go and walked to you, Gently taking your hand he nods and led you to the inside of his trailer. His face was already showing signs of bruising and swelling. You felt a whimper slip from your lips at the state of him.

"Y/N, I'll be alright. I promise. I just need to ice it for a while, don't stress over me." He murmured and pulled you close in a comforting hug.

You ultimately couldn't help it, seeing him bruised, swollen and bloody from the tussle, your heart shattered. Tears were streaming down your face for the second time today, only this time they were also soaking his shirt. He held you close rubbing your back, whispering that it was going to be okay. He was going to be okay.

"Y/N, seeing you like that, when he was in your face. It broke me. I knew I'd seen you before, heard your voice before, but I didn't have any idea that you were the neighbor that was constantly defending herself against a piece of shit ex. I wish I could have saved you sooner."

Hearing him say all that to you, it made you break down even harder. Full blown sobs hit and you sunk to your knees. You curled into yourself and just let your body tremble between the sobs. Eventually Eddie joins you on the floor, his arms wrapping back around you. He knew how much this had to of hurt you. He didn't know how to comfort you except to hold you.

"I'm sorry Eddie. I don't want to seem like the girl who can't handle her own battles."

"Hey, no no no. You were so strong. This isn't your fault at all."

As he soothed you, you felt a sort of feeling in your chest, warmth that spread to every part of your body. Sinking in your bones. After this whole ordeal was over, you knew that Eddie and yourself would develop a unique bond.