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.: Trapped Under Ice :.
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Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson
Summary: Winter in the Midwest is killer and Eddie can't stand a freezing night alone! Now that you're back in his life after a brief falling out, you're the person he calls for comfort: His pretty best friend who he's been harboring a crush on since you were kids.
Warnings: 18+ mature content (minors DNI!!) mentions of a deceased grandparent, best friends to lovers/ years of yearning, smoking, classic one bed trope, confessions, Eddie accidentally makes reader cry, sloppy first kisses, sneaking around, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks) Eddie and Reader are both cum eating nasties that cuddle afterwards <3
word count: 9.3k (pheww.. hope you guys love a slow burn hehe)
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Childhood summers and holidays were for spending time with the grandparents. Both of your parents worked long hours, so it was pretty much a default that they would be the ones to watch you after school as well.
Your grandfather knew Wayne from being his supervisor at the plant, fully aware of the custody situation with his nephew. The family kindly offered to watch his young nephew until his day shift ended.
Back in elementary school, there wasn't a care about expectations or social pressures based on who you surrounded yourself with. You were thrilled that you had suddenly had a playmate every day.
Just you and your "bestest friend" Eddie.
As time went on, you both found different ways to spend your summers and after school. There were other things you'd rather be doing than hang from the trees in your grandparent’s backyard, filling your days with whimsical play.
Well, maybe only you grew up from days of whimsical play.
How giddy you would get, seeing Eddie in the hallways in passing to your respective classrooms. The two of you would be able to start new games at recess and continue them after school. You'd get antsy at the end of the day, a young mind filled with ideas for your stories that you just needed to tell Eddie about.
"You’re supposed to be the princess!” Eight year old Eddie Munson yells, as you two ran around the yard with cardboard shields and swords. Eddie had brought over his handmade set last weekend and you just absolutely had to make one of your own. Saving you from the fierce dragon was one of his favorite games. It was a bit confusing to him on why you wanted to be able to fight for yourself all of a sudden. “Girls can't be knights!" exclaimed the boy with a slight lisp through his missing two front teeth. "Yes they can!" You shout back at Eddie while proudly holding your longer paper towel roll sword. You towered over the boy with a buzzcut, despite being a whole year younger than him. "Says who?" Eddie spat, rising on his toes to catch up on those few inches you had ahead of him. In all his well loved fantasy books, the damsel was always in distress. You were a damsel so it was his job to save you from distress as your strong and brave knight. "Says me!" You declare, rising on your toes to get that height advantage back. Eddie couldn’t stay that worked up about it though. All the games you made up together, playing pretend for hours, it was his favorite part of the day.
Because he was a year older than you, he was always in the grade above you. When it came time for him to enter middle school, everything changed. Eddie got into heavier music and spent his after school time at a social gaming club where other storytellers gathered. A babysitter was no longer necessary. Next thing you knew, your meetups consisted of mere acknowledgements from passes in the halls. You still remained friends through time, though it shifted to a primarily school-based friendship.
Of course you remained friends! Eddie knew some, if not most of your deepest secrets.
It was a surprise that this previous year was what you brought back together. He had to repeat a year as you entered your senior year, taking the same core classes together.
You found each other like magnets once again.
Eddie would slightly move his desk closer so he’d be able to talk to you in class. He’d whisper something cheeky and you’d try not to snort while scribbling away lecture notes.
He knew you were ignoring him on purpose. Always such a good student, not wanting to miss anything that was written on the board.
Eddie liked the way you tried not to break into laughter, narrowing eyes that told him to stop and lips that flattened so the chuckle couldn’t escape.
Eddie also liked that new dark berry lipstick you started wearing. He'd stop at your locker at the end of lunch, just watching you reapply the color in the small mirror you kept in there. Eddie would stand behind you with his back against the lockers, a side glance now and then to catch your lips in the small reflective circle you held up.
He wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was. You caught on after the first hour you wore it, causing a small flurry in your stomach the way he stared at you all day.
In class, you'd give a small turn of your head to have eyes meet with his, causing a sudden clearing of his throat to pretend he was only looking down across the aisle at your notes and answers. You gave him the answers with a slide of your paper to play along, a roll of your eyes while trying not to get the teacher’s attention. The school day wasn't even over and you had caught Eddie multiple times.
He was persistent.
"Hey, before I forget," you turn to him as the bell rang. "I'm staying at my grandma's house this weekend," You start to say, handing Eddie a folded note. "-so, you can call. Y'know, if you want."
Eddie held the little bit of torn lined notebook paper, admiring the glitter pen written phone number he already knew by heart.
You two have changed so much through the years, it was a weird feeling when he thought about you assuming he didn’t know the number to the house he spent his childhood in alongside yours.
-
Metallica's 'Ride the Lightning' album now blared through the bedroom of Eddie Munson. He had this idea that blasting the music at deafening levels would distract him from the fact that he was shivering under all the blankets he could find in his room.
He scoffed, hearing the screeching of electric guitars on the intro to the next song.
I don't know how to live through this hell Woken up I'm still locked in this shell Frozen soul frozen down to the core Break the ice I can't take anymore
Eddie couldn't take it anymore.
So with a moment's hesitation, getting ready to embrace the chill of the trailer, Eddie got up and scurried his way to the living room. Wrapped in his wool blanket, he walked right on by his tossed aside jeans that had the piece of paper you gave him. It stayed in the pocket, unnecessary, as his finger quickly punched in the number pad.
Can't move at all Screaming Can't hear my call I am dying to live Cry out I'm trapped under ice
"Hello?" You answer, your sweet voice directly into his ear.
"This shit's getting out of hand! " A voice cracked, making you pull back from the phone.
It was Eddie, recognizing instantly despite the lack of salutations. "What's up?" You smile, entertained by the annoyed hiss of his voice, only to be cut off.
"-What's up?" He mocked the pitch of your voice, "Have you looked outside? I'm f-freezing my balls off-f here!"
A hand was brought over your mouth to not laugh out loud. The same hand then went to push aside the lace-doily curtains of your grandmother's kitchen window. Snowfall had picked up since you last checked, gentle during dinner, but now you were seeing nothing but the start of a mild blizzard outside. The entire backyard was completely covered by a tall blanket of snow. It was getting bad.
Stepping away from the window, you lean on the counter, a finger playing with the curl of the attached chord. "Are you alone?" you ask if Wayne was with him, speaking into the phone again.
"Why? Wondering w-what I'm wearing?" His tone changed, you could just picture his cocky grin. Alongside his playfulness, you could also hear the sound of teeth chattering in his voice again.
"Wayne's not here. -Probably be home by the t-time this shit calms down." He paused, "-can I come over?"
Your end was silent until he heard a faint soft hum of contemplation.
"-C'mon... you're not gonna make me beg, are ya?" you hear him react to your pause.
"It wouldn't hurt to hear you say please," you tease Eddie.
"Really? I have to beg my way out of hypothermia?"
It would be nice to have some company. You loved your grandmother but she went to bed way too early, leaving you to entertain yourself for hours until you eventually tired yourself out. You could always do some weekend homework, but having your best friend over seemed like a better time
"I'm waiting," you harmonize.
You hear him huff with annoyance, making you grin wildly.
"Please, can I come over? Please, please, pleeeeeeeee-" His voice is mimicking a near dial tone sound. "-eeeeeeeeee."
"-Okay! Okay! Yes, you can come over!" you tell him to stop.
"Excellent." Eddie stops. "Would it be okay if... I slept over?"
You don't make him beg this time, already excited that he was coming.
"Sure, Eddie." you tell him. "I'd like that. "
-
Eddie braced the few steps from the front door to his van, cursing under his steaming breath as the engine sputtered to start. "C'mon
." he grunted with each turn of the key in the ignition, "Old piece of shi-" The roar of the engine made him jump in his seat, "There we go!"
He kissed the fingers that turned the key and placed it on the dash, "Thank you, gorgeous."
The vehicle's heat was on full blast, although not that much help in such a wide vehicle. His knuckles gripped white onto the steering wheel.
He made it to the house faster than you expected, probably from avoiding most traffic signals and dangerously going over speed limits. Eddie was very lucky to not have his old van slide on the icy road, but that cosmic karma caught up to him as he hopped out of the van and landed right into a mushy pile of snow-dirt sludge.
You could hear a "Shit!" shrieked and the slam of a heavy door from the edge of the driveway. Eddie brought his limbs close to his body, hands under arms, knees lifted high as he trudged through the freezing wind. Snowflakes were getting caught in his curls and eyelashes.
The front door you waited behind were like the gates of a warm haven to this weary traveler on his arctic quest. You opened it and shivers immediately crawled up your legs. The second he stepped in, you threw a towel over him like he was a charging bull. Eddie was chuffing and snorting, smothering his face into the fabric as you locked out the harsh weather.
You shushed him while trying to suppress your laughter, as he rubbed his face in it one last time. Eddie's hair was a complete mess when he popped out of the fluffy towel. It dried off the melted snow but he was still a bright pink all over his cheeks and nose.
He was slipping off soaked shoes, feeling the plush carpet under his mismatched socks. It was like he stepped into a memory, everything looking the same as it did ten years ago.
"Let's go look for some clothes that you can change into." You take the towel, then help brush aside the tangled mess of hair out of his face. Eddie jokingly went cross eyed, watching you pinch the longer hairs out of his bangs.
“Eds, your face is gonna get stuck like that.”
He looks at you, keeping his big brown eyes at the inner corners, “Like what? You know I don’t believe in those silly Old Wives' Tales.”
A roll of your eyes has him with a grin, shaking his head with a blink,, hitting the side of it to pretend to reset his vision.
Starting the walk down the hallway, you turn back and place a finger on your lips, warning him to be mindful of his steps. He’s always walking with such flat, heavy footsteps. It was a dead giveaway as kids when you tried to sneak an extra treat from the cookie jar.
You’re carefully tiptoeing past your grandmother's bedroom as he follows you into the storage closet at the end of the hall. A reach for the small string to turn on the light, you unexpectedly bump into Eddie's own extended arm. He was also reaching for the light.
"Sorry," You simultaneously say, closer than you thought you were in such a narrow space.
"Ladies first." He smirked, a bow of his head.
"Gee, thanks. " You scoff with a smile, again on your tiptoes to reach, while Eddie could have easily grabbed it. A bright click and you begin to search through bins of your grandfather's old clothes.
"Cute jammies." You heard, turning to see him take note of your nightgown with the pattern of tiny roses.
Raising a brow, you gave him a shady flick of your eyes over your shoulder. An up, down, up scan, you turn back to your task. "You're one to talk, Donald Duck."
Though he wore his leather jacket and denim vest, completely decorated with heavy metal patches and pins, there below was the grinning face of the classic Disney character scattered all over his bright red pajama pant legs.
"Touché" He playfully pouts with a nod.
After a moment’s worth of searching, you found the exact clothes you were looking for. “Aha!” Long thermal underwear and an oversized knitted grandpa sweater may not be the most metal, but they would keep Eddie warm.
Taking him into your room and closing the door so you could converse with a normal volume, you hand over the clothes to Eddie. The quick touch of his fingers grazing yours felt like a zap of static shock.
"Shit, Eddie," you curse under your breath, taking his hand. Throwing the clothes on the bed, you quickly grab the other and clasp them together. "Your fingers are frozen!”
You hold his hands between your own warm palms and lower your head. Lips hovering barely an inch over his skin open to release a few hot breaths directly onto thick, rosy fingers.
“How do you expect to play guitar with frostbite?" You raise your head to look at him again, still rubbing his rough hands.
"I-" he choked, a whirling feeling was shot to his stomach from the gesture.
The last time you held hands were as children, crossing the street together with your Grandma when she took you two to get chocolate ice cream cones on main street.
"I expect not that very well." He replies, a bit saddened when you drop them.
You were already on to the next thing, asking Eddie if he wanted something to drink.
"A beer?"
" Like you need a frosty bud light right now." You retort.
“Oh, of course not
 You know I only drink Blue Ribbon.” Eddie gave you a wink, making you roll your eyes again. He watches you turn to leave, “Careful, your face will get stuck like that!”
“Just get out of those wet clothes, Munson. You smell like a wet dog.” A light-hearted tease is thrown as you shake your head, exiting the room.
“Oh, how I love it when you're mean to me, woman. Makes me all tingly in my chonies.” Eddie gets the last word in before you close the door. He saw his victory in the wide grin on your face, just through the crack of the closing door.
Eddie stands there, touching his fingers, staring at the door while you made your way to the other side of the house. It takes him a moment to collect himself, a longing sigh exhaled through his nose as he feels the evidence of your hot breath still on his silver rings.
Earlier, you told him to just throw his wet clothes in the hamper when he goes into the bathroom. You’d get to the laundry in the morning since it was so late.
He found that the clothes fit him perfectly. A pull over his head, looking at himself in the mirror. Eddie smooths down the creases in the chest, feeling each ribbed knit of the sweater. The fabric was worn, loved. He remembers your grandfather wearing this sweater every year when it started getting cold out.
The smell of this home, the old cuckoo clock that echoed in the hall, the two of you sneaking around; it all takes him back. He can’t help but smile as nostalgia fills his heart.
-
Eddie enters the kitchen, careful not to drag the chair's legs as he takes a seat across from you the table. He takes a sip out of the mug you placed there. It's a new flavor to him.
"What's this?" He asks, taking another sip, the look on his face is more intrigued than disgusted. He let the flavor sit on his tongue while hands hugged the source of warmth.
"It's just herbal tea with honey." You say, taking a sip from your own mug. "Grandma doesn't seem to have any hot cocoa."
"What kind of grandma doesn't have any hot cocoa?"
"Mine, apparently."
Eddie takes another sip, "Do you remember back in
 '75 I wanna say? We had that snow day?"
Your head tilts, hoping Eddie would give you more detail about something that happened nearly a decade ago.
"We tried making that snow castle...?" he hinted.
"Hmp!" You gulp your tea, mid realization, "Yes, of course! Our Crystal Palace! We nearly caught pneumonia that day, we were out for so long." "We just had to finish building it." Eddie's smile is radiant, glad that you recalled one of his treasured memories. You both laugh, he continues, "-then your grandma dragged us in by our collars and forced us to drink all that hot chocolate! I think about it, like, every winter."
"The Crystal Palace or the hot chocolate?" You ask.
"Sometimes both." He shrugged, a smile into his sip.
You take a sip, too, creating silence in the kitchen as you turn your head to hide your blushing face.
Your first kiss was with Eddie in the Crystal Palace. Nothing risqué, just a simple kiss on the cheek to wake the sleeping princess. A purple grandma-made scarf was wrapped around your brave knight as a token of gratitude for breaking the curse of your century long slumber.
It was still in one of his dresser drawers, buried deep in the back to keep it safe.
“How’s she doing?” Eddie refers to your grandmother, noticing a carton of cigarettes on the table. He helps himself, the stick hanging from his lips as you watch his fingers dig into the small matchbox next to the amber colored ashtray. The sulfuric smell of an ignited match instantly hits your nostrils.
You shrug as an answer, then take one as well. You lean over so he could light your cigarette too. “She has her days.” You briefly say.
There’s no proper way to measure grief. You were still shaken up from it happening just in the spring. “-She really misses him. They were married for, like, forty years.” “Damn. Forty years? My folks couldn't even manage four." Eddie shakes the match, extinguishing the flame and flicking it into the ashtray. You watch as he takes a drag, that hand coming back to down next to his drink. His free hand then rubs the back of his neck, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral."
The somber subject change has you silent in your seat. You take a drag of your own cigarette, leaned back. Reaching over to tap the ash that already built up on the end, the corner of your mouth lifts in a crooked, yet comforting smile.
“I really would’ve- I wanted to go. I just had so much going on with y’know, club and not graduating and stuff. I wish I was there to say goodbye." His smoke rises to the ceiling, the cigarette is more of an incense stick at this point. The hand that holds his mug of tea is slightly trembling. "I’m sorry we had a falling out." He softly says, finally bringing that cigarette to his mouth. He inhales and you can hear a small sniffle. There's a gloss over his eyes but no sign of actual tears building up.
"Eddie," You take his hand over the table, thumb caressing over knuckles, "It's okay. I mean, I’m at fault too. I should’ve reached out when I didn’t hear back. I know I kind of went M.I.A on our friendship these past few years, too.” Eddie squeezes the hand that comforted his, returning the assurance that it was okay. New friends, different paths, it was bound to happen.
"He always considered you family." You smile at his returned gesture, the pad of your thumb now caressing over the corners of his heavy rings.
"Really?" There was a look of disbelief on his face, like it was new information to him. "Seriously, Eds. He’d ask about you, like, all the time. To the point where I even got annoyed.” You laugh, but you can feel your chest get heavy and cheeks get hot. You still can’t really talk about your grandfather without getting overwhelmed.
Eddie looks at you with the wettest puppy dog eyes you’ve seen, a blink and a tear could fall right into his tea.
“He’d say,” You lowered your voice to match his scruffy tone, stubbing your cigarette so you could freely use your hands to impersonate your grandpa. “Was that Eddie I saw at the hardware store? That boy is getting too damn big. Why don’t you invite Eddie over for Sunday dinner? Has Eddie asked you to prom yet? He hasn't? Well, why don't you ask him!” You both chuckle, droplets finally falling from eyes as the rising apples of your cheeks were the push you two needed.
What you two really needed, which was obvious to everyone else, was each other.
-
In the bedroom, Eddie pulls the sweater up over his head, revealing an old black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
"So... I'll take the floor?" He suggests while you’re turned around to fix the bedding.
"Don't be silly, we used to have sleepovers here." you replied without a thought to what you were suggesting. Eddie tried playing safe, not doing anything that could ruin your friendship.
Because that's all you were, right? Best Friends. If only he knew what was on your mind at this moment: A quick glance over your arm while the comforter was tossed up and thrown across the mattress, you caught the very end of Eddie pulling down the shirt that got tugged along with the sweater’s removal. The bottom of his stomach burned an image into your brain. The room was dimly lit but it shone a spotlight right onto the trail of hair that disappeared down into his boxers. "Yeah, as tiny tots." He countered, not noticing that you were aggressively fluffing pillows because of him. "Pretty sure the bed won't be the same as it was thirteen years ago."
Almost an hour went by and you counted every one of Eddie's tosses and turns as he tried to get comfortable.
Though you didn't want to admit it, Eddie was right. The bed was not the same as it was all those years ago. Backs facing each other felt like the only appropriate position as you tried going to sleep. Anxious thoughts raced, your bodies have greatly changed since you last shared this bed. He wasn’t that scrawny kid anymore. You thought about how he looked at the table earlier, the cigarette between lips that had no business being that pink and plump. Eddie's smile lines, the hairs on his upper lip from not shaving these past few days, the little scar on his forehead that peeked through his messy curtain of curls.
You thought about how rough his hands were when you held them on the lacquered wooden table, how he stuffed his thick fingers into the tiny slot of the matchbox-
Your breath hitched at the sudden realization.
Turning your head to peek over your shoulder, you see the moon's glow in his messy hair resting on the pillow. His head was still, you watched his breathing for a moment before lifting your chin above the shared comforter. "Eddie?" You chirp in the dark. The sound of your voice perks his ears, making him turn to look over at you with eyes that were also wide awake.
"Yeah?" his voice is deep and raspy when it answered your call.
You can see his big brown eyes sparkling even in the dark room, making you speechless for a moment, while he waited for you to speak again.
Eddie was gorgeous.
It brought a flutter to your stomach while you stumbled for something to actually say. You wanted to keep his attention.
Completely turning your body to face him, you whisper, "Are you still cold?" Talking to him. That only amplified the pulse in your body but you needed something to break that silence.
"Not anymore." He smiled, a thank you in his own way. "Are
 you cold?"
"A bit." You lie, curling in on yourself with the blanket.
Being so close in this bed with him made your cheeks hot. Could Eddie sense your temperature and know you were lying?
"C'mere." You hear him beckon in a soft whisper, a clench in his jaw as you push your body up, chest pressed against his.
You adjust on the pillow again, lifting up your head up to place it on his exposed bicep. So close together, you could feel his heart beat drum at the same nervous rhythm as yours.
He was expecting you to press your back against him, hiding your sleeping face away while you let him hold you and bask in his warmth. Eddie always imagined himself being the big spoon, come the day you were to finally embrace each other in bed. Usually those imaginative visions consisted of the two of you in less clothing.
"Better?" He asked from the top of your head.
You adjust yourself once more, bringing your arm around to rest on his waist. "Mhm." You nod, which was more of a nuzzle into his shoulder.
He holds you by your lower back now, his once frozen hands were now hot enough that you could melt under his touch. It wasn’t fair when that hand started rubbing your back, the spot where a bra strap should be. It made you blissfully sigh with eyes closed,
"You’re so warm, Eddie."
Breathing on his chest, it felt nearly intoxicating being this close. Eddie made you feel light headed, weak in the knees.
"You smell different." you whisper. Eddie chuckles, “Like a wet dog still?” “I didn’t mean that earlier.” “I know, it’s cool.” He smiles before curiosity has him asking you what you meant by ‘smelling different’. "I meant that you smell more
 grown up." Another inhale has you note faint cigarette smoke in his hair and a faded cologne that was mixed with his natural musk.
He blinked, blushing with eyes wide for a second after hearing you say that. "Is that good?"
He feels you nod your head to confirm, then that hand on his waist starts to move and sneak under the hem of his shirt. You're feeling the soft skin of his hips, sending shivers up his spine as you grazed your fingers against the surface, resting them on another part of his torso.
You shift your head up slightly, his chin on your forehead as your nose touches the underside of his jaw. Eddie's small patch facial hair coming in from under his chin tickled your brow. Across your head you could feel Eddie’s breathing, each inhale and exhale starting to deepen. He’s probably asleep by now, you assume. You’d drift off to slumber soon if you were to just close your eyes. Just close your eyes, you kept telling yourself.
Truth was, the second you put your body to his, you had this urge to just put your mouth on his flesh. A suck, a bite, anything. Your back molars tighten together, resisting the desire to open your mouth and lick that tempting pulse line up his throat. A carnal desire for Eddie? Is that what you were feeling? You cared so much for him, it was much more than that.
Impulses take over but they’re gentle. Sweet. Again and again you slowly and lovingly kiss his neck.
It’s the softest pressing of lips to his Adam's apple that takes him by surprise, awakening him to place a hand on your shoulder. He pulls back slightly to look at your face in the blue moonlight. Eddie's lips are partially opened, ears already flushed red. Before a word can be said, you pull yourself even further away, completely embarrassed.
"I-I'm sorry. I don't know -what- why I did that?" You were out of breath, trying to explain yourself in a panic. Your heartbeat was pounding between your ears, alongside the ache you felt in your lower region, feeling its faint murmurs upon the mattress where you sat.
You’ve kissed other people before but never have you had nerves like this run through your body after expressing such affection.
"Hey, it's okay." Eddie coos your name in the dark, reaching out for the light so he could see you. "It's okay. So what? You kissed me, it's okay."
"Oh my god, Eddie, it's not! You have no idea what you’re doing to me." You blurt out. "It's not just that kiss -my chest feels heavy, I can’t breathe - you're not even doing anything to make me feel like this! You're just laying there and I just-" A mess of words spew out, not even sure what you were saying.
You stared at his lips before looking at him in the eyes once more, stuttering vowels as you were at a loss for words. Eddie's brows were slightly furrowed, making you feel nervous about your confession. He sees the tip of your tongue lick your bottom lip before opening your mouth to speak again.
"I need you, Eddie."
Hearing your own words, you thought they were pathetic. Desperate. The plead rang through your ears as Eddie still hadn't said anything.
Your heart feels twisted, like someone was wringing out an old rag.
Eddie then drops his head with a snort, following a hearty laughter that makes his head fall back. "What?" Why is he laughing? You look at his glowing face, it almost makes you wanna cry.
"What??" You say again, this time punching his arm, trying to get him to stop.
Eddie grabs you by the wrist to pull you back down with him on the pillow, wrapping his arms around your head. You can hear his laughter rumble straight from his chest as you're pressed against it once more.
"I need you, Eddie." he mimics your voice, much like he did earlier on the phone.
"You're such an asshole." You growl, trying to push away with a hand to his abdomen. Your struggle to escape his entrapment causes a small tear to fall. He knows not to wrestle too hard with you, letting you go the second he hears a small crack in your voice. You wipe your cheek with the back of your palm as you sit up and turn away.
"Kiss me again." he says from behind, now in a serious tone.
He was feeling like hot garbage that he got carried away and made you cry. Please, please, kiss me again he wanted to say.
You shake your head no. "Why did you laugh?"
He bit his lip, "I don't know -I mean, I was -I'm kind of... shocked?"
"Shocked that I just stupidly told you how I felt?"
"It wasn't stupid. Listen, I'm the stupid one."
Your silence tells him to continue.
"I should have told you years ago. Instead, I made you cry because I laughed like an jerk after years of torturing myself."
He nervously chuckles, "Like, okay, you need me? I need you." Eddie pushes back his hair, overheating from finally confessing to you. His big hand drags down his face, squeezing his eyes shut with a grunt. "Christ. -how I need you, sweetheart."
There's a lump in your throat that melts once Eddie says those words. You give him a 'be serious' look and he shoots an 'I am' one right back.
"I need you." He furiously nods his head, bringing down his sweaty palm to wipe it on the blanket. "-And I need you... to get your ass over here and kiss. me. again.”
With a giggle, you begin to crawl back to Eddie. Nearly sitting in his lap, you showered him with kisses all over before sucking on his cute little cupid's bow.
Everything was sloppy, inexperienced. The smacking of lips was a little too loud while the two of you tried your best to stay quiet.
You weren't the only ones home after all.
Eddie laid back down with you on your side, slightly on top of him. A leg over his has your night gown bunched up, letting you press yourself onto his thigh. Each rub from under had you humming, then a soft moan in his mouth as he pulled you closer by your bottom. A hand squeezing your ass has you pressing harder against him.
He catches his breath for a second, pressing his forehead against yours so he could speak. "I want to try something."
"Yeah?" Your eyes were closed but they fluttered as you feel his hand slide up your dress. Eddie was approaching new territory for the first time.
His Princess has such soft skin, he thought to himself, as he's slowly caressing and appreciating every inch of his travel.
There was a twitch between your thighs as his calloused fingers crept closer to your mound. He goes right over it, making you shiver as you anticipate the next move.
Eddie presses a hand to your soft tummy, holding you there while he presses deep kisses onto your lips once more.
He’s like an anxious racer at the starting line, cautious as fingertips pause right before the elastic under your navel.
Your lips feel him take in a deep breath.
Bang, the starting pistol goes off.
Eddie takes the plunge to touch you for the first time.
Fingers slide down under the thin fabric, you quietly moan into Eddie's mouth as you feel his hand holding you from below. The waistband of your panties is caught on one of his rings.
"So warm," his hot breath says on your lips, to then slowly start palming your wet pussy. “Eddie.” You whine in his mouth.
That’s the first time he hears his name like that. He’s getting the feel of your cunt, how wet you’ve become just from his small touches, as fingers sow through your folds “Uhm, do you feel that little bump on my-" A whisper turns into a gasp as right away, his palm and finger drag along your sensitive bud before you could finish your sentence “Yeah, that.” You bite your lip. "Yeah? What about it?" Eddie cheekily grins. Eagerly looking at you, waiting for further instructions.
“Keep touching me there.”
Toes begin curling as his middle finger begins to rub gentle circles on your sensitive spot.
“How's that?” Eddie asks, picking up the pace now. “Mhm.” You whine from your throat, “yes. Just- just like that.” A buzzing builds in your body, you start to feel the slight tremors build in your thighs. He continues to rub, feeling your slick increase as he plays with your clit. You wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face into his shoulder to quiet the moans you're not strong enough to swallow.
"More. Please, Eddie." You're coming undone, begging right in his ear.
Your neediness makes him hard, his cock pressing against his boxers. He'd want to feel relief soon, but for now, he just wanted to continue pleasuring you. Listening to how you wanted him to touch you, how he loved hearing you say his name in whimpers. Your breath hitched as he began inserting fingers to your entrance. “Eddie. Ah- Eddie.” You moan as you take in the first of his thick fingers.
Say my name again, he repeats to himself. He continued fingering you, the bottom of his palm rubbing against your clit. Listening to your moans alone could get him off.
You start to buck your hips, fucking yourself harder with Eddie's hand. “Are you,” he gulps, “are you close?” A bite of your lower lip, eyes that were shut start slowly open to look at him through a half lidded gaze. You confirm with a nod.
“Eddie -I want-" You whine, words were too much right now. You put a hand to his chest, and he halts, making you shudder at how close you were.
"I want you to fuck me now."
The way you lustfully look at him, it made his heart jump to his throat. Face and ears flushed red with how blunt you were about your needs.
“Yes. I-I can do that.”
Eddie removes his hand, fingers coated with your slick. He brings it up to see it glisten, you watch the amazement on his face as he spreads his fingers to see the stringy bridge.
"Oh, here, I'll grab something-" You look to the side of the bed for the box of tissues, but when you turn back, Eddie has his fingers in his mouth, licking himself clean. Your jaw drops, you were not expecting that.
Your pussy trembled, seeing him audibly savor your taste. “Do all girls taste like peaches, or is that just you?”
“Huh?” You feel like a fool with your dumb, breathy response. You haven’t even tasted yourself before and here was Eddie, licking his fingers clean.
“Try it,” he encourages, bringing two fingers to your lips. He doesn’t force them into your mouth, but with the tips of his fingers touching your bottom lip, he didn’t need to. You hold onto his wrist, steadying his fingers as you start to suck on them. They rested halfway on your tongue and you’re instantly hit with the sweet and salty combination of your juices and his spit.
Eddie’s breath hitched when he felt your mouth open once more to take his fingers to the far knuckle, your tongue sliding underneath.
“Shit.” He hissed, his palm touching your chin before you slide your mouth back and release it with a subtle 'pop!'
You lick your lips, answering his question. “Mm. Just me, Eddie.”
-
Standing up now, you're watching each other remove clothes from separate sides of the mattress.
It was a swift removal of your nightgown, leaving you in your underwear as you wait for Eddie catch up. You see his chest rising and falling. He swallows hard, seeing your naked body for the first time. His stare burns your cheeks, knowing very well that his mouth is watering from staring at your bare breasts.
A clear of your throat has Eddie looking back up at your blushing face.
"O-oh, right." He gets the hint, quickly taking off his pants and boxers with a forceful pull down to his ankles.
The room is quiet, but not from awkwardness. You’re both admiring the young adults you've become, bodies lit by a single bedside lamp. You admire it’s warm casts of shadows over Eddie’s toned, naked body.
There’s a sudden chuckle from you that makes Eddie’s shift his weight from one foot to the other. “What?” He asks, trying not to get bashful as you’re staring at his exposed body.
You shake your head once with a smile, turning to look away for a second while your arms crossed over your chest.
“Oh my god.” You mumble, looking back and then away again in disbelief.
“What is it? -is it me? Is it
 him?” He notions to his cock, some worry in his tone.
You say nothing, again, a vague nod of your head. You're confusing him with that giddy look on your face.
“What the hell is it then?” We’re you making fun of his cock? “Does it look weird? Small? I know it kinda curves to the right but-”
“No! God, Eddie! I just-“ you stop his assumptions, realizing that you raised your voice in defense. You speak again with a lower volume.
“That’s you not even fully erect? -like, you’re gonna get even bigger?”
Eddie watches the worry on your face from looking at his cock then back at his face, as another telepathic 'are you serious?' is sent.
He feels smug, biting he inside of his cheek, proud of himself even. “It’s gonna get bigger, sweetheart.” Eddie cooed.
The small shudder you release makes his cock twitch. This was definitely happening
You come around the corner after panties are shimmied down, laying the long haired boy on his back, swinging a leg over to straddle his waist. He cups your face, keeping you interlocked in a kiss as you grab his member from underneath you. HIs sensitive cock in your hands has Eddie moaning, the tip sliding along your folds.
His hands are on your waist now, a grip on your flesh tightening as you continue to toy with him. His stomach tightens with urgency, his moans through clenched teeth have him seething. He wants to shove himself right into you the second you start to align him with your entrance.
"Shh, Eddie." you tell him with a smirk, "we don't want this to be over before it's even started."
Your smirk instantly drops as you slowly start sitting on his cock, finally pressing him into you.
Sliding down inch by inch on his shaft, your eyes shut from the overbearing feeling. Everything about Eddie was bigger. You haven’t taken him all in and you’re already being so stretched out. A whimper has you wrapping your arms over his shoulders, your faces buried into each other.
"It's okay." Eddie gently soothed you, his hand rubbing down the small of your back.
"You're doing so good" he says, kissing your down your neck to your sternum. "You feel -'sgood." His words are now slurred.
You were determined to take him all in. You wanted to take him all in. Eddie's hard cock now deep inside of you, you slowly start riding him. He grabs your waist, gasping as he feels how tight you are. "Oh, god, -ah -F-fuuuckk." he stutter and whines at the in and out movements.
"Yeah? That feels good?" You chuckle at Eddie becoming the whimpering one now. He feels your chuckle on his cock, little clenches that have his eyes squeezed shut, the vein in his neck protruding.
You force your fingers under Eddie's near bruising grip on your waist, having him interlock fingers with yours to now hold hands to hold you up.
Holding hands to cross the street, now holding them like this. Eddie's bigger hands, squeezing yours as he watches your breasts bounce in front of him. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous like this, but he desperately wanted to know how you'd look coming undone underneath him. You're flipped over onto your back, Eddie still deep inside of you. You squeeze your lips shut, not wanting that loud high pitched whimper to turn into a loud moan. While hovering over you, Eddie looks down between your colliding bodies, hypnotized at his cock disappearing into you with each thrust into your pussy. Your pussy. Sweet and warm, now all his. His princess taking him so well.
Eddie remembers what you said earlier about touching that button right above your entrance.
With one arm next to your head, propping himself up, he reaches down with the other to play with it once more. It instantly makes your pussy clench tightly around his cock, eyes rolling back as legs wrapping around his waist to keep him in deep while he rubbed your clit.
"Eddie! -ah! Ah-!"
He leans down to silence you with a kiss, “Baby, we have to stay quiet, remember?"
You nod your head with eyes shut, desperately wanting to let your cries out.
Eddie sees the look on your face, switching off his aching arms to brush aside the hair that fell over your eyes "Oh, god, I know- I want to hear every sound you make. You sound so fuckin’ purdy right now."
“Yeah?” You lovingly look into his eyes, something about his drawl just did something to you. Eddie did a good job of hiding it in everyday conversation, rarely ever did you hear it.
He was already filling you up so well, making you react with every pumping movement of his cock. You find the strength to clench your walls around him again, making him now gasp and try not cry out from pleasure.
Eddie lowers himself to your chest, mouth against the soft bosom that muffled his grunts. You hold his head between your breasts while his arms are wrapped around your lower back to hold you in place while he rapidly impaled into you.
"I- I'm -fuck. -so close." He confesses with each breath.
"Wait for me," you tell him, going mindless in the rhythmic pounding. "Can you hold on just a little longer?"
He nods while looking up at you, big brown eyes full of adoration. "Good boy," unconsciously escapes your mouth as he complies. Your hand running through his hair, a deeper spot he reached has the caress turn into a sudden grip of long wavy locks. He grunts at the praise and at you tugging his hair. "Yes!” You gasp, “There! Harder." You instruct.
Eddie's arms hold you steady, keeping you still while with more force, pounds right into your pussy to catch you up to the edge. He's close, about to release.
"Yes, yes!" You moan, more stimulation on your pulsing clit as it slams against his base. His balls are slapping against your skin, filling the room with amplified sex sounds. You couldn't care about that volume restriction now. Eddie has your legs shaking, fists tugging at his hair. "Don’t stop, don’t stop. Please!” you beg
"I'm gonna- fuck, I can't anymore. I'm gonna-" He grunts.
“Eddie I’m-!“ you cry, unable to keep quiet as you've reached your climax. His hand is quickly brought up over your mouth to cover your orgasmic moan, quickly removing himself to spill his seed. Your eyes make contact as your simultaneously cum, your pussy pulsing making you absolutely fall apart as your tongue touches the underside of the silver rings.
Eddie was harshly biting his lower lip while white steams shoot out from his cock, decorating your thigh with grunts as he empties himself. You're heavily breathing through your nostrils, Eddie's hand was still over your mouth.
“Sorry, baby.” he says, letting go of the grip on your cheeks, kissing the area he didn’t mean to squeeze so hard.
His other hand still holds your leg, his thumb pressing into your soft thigh to get a better view and admire his load next to your swollen pussy.
Eddie gives you another kiss and you smile, using whatever strength you had left to look down at your beautiful body as he grabs the nearby crocheted covered tissue box.
Grabbing a handful of the soft tissue to clean you up. He’s not quick enough. It was your turn to taste Eddie, quite literally giving him a taste of his own medicine.
His jaw drops, just as expected, seeing you swipe up his warm cum with your fingers and bring it to your mouth.
“Sweetheart, wait-“
It’s too late, the mess on your fingers hits your tongue and you taste Eddie.
“How- how is it?” He watches your finger pull out of your mouth, a few licks to the side where the cum dripped down.
"Hm, it’s different than mine. See for yourself."
You do the same as he did before, placing your fingertips on Eddie’s bottom lip. He tastes himself, sucking on your fingers like you did his. He’s lost in the wonders of the thought of your tastes combined. The sweetness, faint salty and earthy flavor.
Eddie's tongue licks the parts that trickled down. You cleaned off his fingers, it was only fair.
You giggle and tell Eddie he looks like a puppy right now, lapping the rest of his cum off your fingers.
"Such a good boy." You tease, remembering you called him that earlier. Using the licked clean fingers, you tickle under his chin, “Who’s a good boy? Who's a good boy that licked up our cum?”
“Yeah, yeah, cut it out.” He swats your hand with a hard blush.
-
Resting on Eddie, you trace the thin legs of his black widow spider tattoo with your last few moments of consciousness. Sleep was finally taking over, you felt it in the way your body relaxed into his side.
He's playing with your hair, wrapping the locks around fingers before dropping them and starting another coil.
This silence was nice. Warm and fuzzy, like you were swimming in pool of silky cashmere.
His hand is then placed at the back of your head, you can feel your eyelids start to get heavy.
Something is mumbled above you, too tired to comprehend what it was exactly.
"Hm?" you make a noise, not being able to stop your eyes from closing.
"Are you asleep?" Eddie speaks up again.
"What is it?" You say with eyes closed, your cheek squished onto his bare chest.
A kiss to the top of your head tells you not to worry about it. "I'll tell you in the morning." He chuckles. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart."
With your stubbornness, of course you didn't want to wait until morning. You lift your head up, sleepy eyes looking right at Eddie as the point of your chin presses into his chest. "What did you say, Eddie?"
He snickers at your furrowed brows and tired, glossy eyes. Eddie strokes the back of your head, each pet erasing the small lines your face made.
"I said," he pauses, there was no taking back what he was about to say.
Then there it was. Three words he was dying to tell you after being silent all these years. The first of many upcoming,
" I love you. "
"Oh." was all you said. " I- "
"-You don’t have to say it back right now. I just want you to know that I do." "When did you-?" "When did I know?" He exhales with a lip trill before his free shoulder raises in a small shrug. "I guess.... I kinda always knew? I'd wake up and want you to be the first person I talked to."
Eddie watched as you pout, like you were reacting to something cute instead of him handing you his heart.
"What? C'mon, don't laugh..." "I'm not laughing!" you grin, accidentally chuckling. You squeeze your lips shut and Eddie scoffs with a roll of his eyes "You literally are! Right in my face, babe!"
You take a deep breath, composing yourself, as you bring your tucked away arm up to cushion your chin on the backside of your palm. "I'm not laughing." You repeat, a firm shake of your head.
Eddie gives you a 'be serious' look and you shoot an 'I am' one right back. He told you you don't have to say it back right now, but you ponder on his response. He's always known? This quick moment of thought, you start to think about when you realized you were in love with Eddie. Was it the way he fixed your hair when you went out for a walk together on a windy day? You'd be rambling on about your current interests and he'd stand there before you, one hand in his leather jacket pocket while the other tucked the strands behind your ear. Eddie would always be standing where he faced the sun, always squinting when you saw him on sunny afternoons. He's squinting so you can turn your back to the sun and comfortably continue on with the conversation.
Little things. The most minute details of your everyday, but they showed how much Eddie cared for you.
Your need for Eddie was beyond what you originally thought.
You loved him, so much. "Eddie," You catch his attention, he gives it to you undivided. Your breath hitched, lifting up your chin from its resting spot. Your expression softens, you'll never get over the way his chocolate button eyes can just make you melt.
"I love you too."
-
You hear chatter from around the corner as you step into the kitchen. You still had some sleep in your eye, rubbing it away with your knuckle, as slippers shuffled across the tiled floor. You were exhausted from last night, surprised you could even walk. "Morning," you greet your grandma, a side hug while she's standing in front of the stove. "Good morning." she pecks your cheek like always, "sleep well?" "Mm." You groggily shrug, giving her a vague answer. "Gooood morning." Another voice announces in the kitchen. Eddie was already sitting at the table, a plate full of pancakes, completely drenched with maple syrup in front of him, "Morning." You smile, seeing Eddie's messy morning mane. You thought he was still in bed when you left, giving you time to tell her that Eddie spent the night.
They were like old chums when you entered the kitchen, so it's safe to assume she didn't mind. She was more lively this morning, even. Humming a song while she plated pancakes for you. You take your serving, before making your way over to the table.
Your grandma's back is turned so you bend down sneak a kiss with Eddie. His lips are sticky sweet, making you giggle as you rub his back before taking the seat next to his. "So you needed homework help last night, Eddie?" Your grandma inquires, turning off the stove and walking over with two mugs. "Yeah, it was kind of urgent. You know how math was never one of my strong suits. Sorry my arrival was so unannounced." He was so casual, explaining his presence to her while you smothered your pancakes in syrup like Eddie.
She places the drinks in front of your plates, "Oh, it's fine, Eddie. Seeing you this morning was such a pleasant surprise." Your grandma smiled.
Eddie drops his fork and looks into the mug, "I thought you didn't have any cocoa?" He licked his lips, getting ready to indulge in that rich, chocolate beverage.
"I don't bother with that ridiculous pre-made stuff. I prefer to make it myself." Grandma proudly spoke.
" I can see why." He swallows a big gulp, not caring that it's probably a little too hot in his mouth. "This shit's divine- Ah -I mean." Catching himself after cursing in front of the older woman. "Excuse me." Trying to keep a straight face, his lips purse to conceal his grin. He looked up at her with a tug of his collar.
She laughed, "That's quite alright. Thank you, Eddie" Grandma then gives a playful pat on Eddie's head. "Such a good boy." She trails off, before turning back to attend to something on the counter.
That phrase made you awfully choke on the extremely hot drink, a painful experience that splattered chocolate onto your nightgown.
Your grandma spins around, wondering what in the world just happened.
Eddie's eyes were wide, also shocked after hearing what she said.
It doesn't take long for the two of you to start stifling your laughter, trying not to have your grandma ask too many questions.
She simply looked at you, her mess of a granddaughter, wondering what was so funny.
You shook your head, trying to convince her it was something else, "Nothing. I just burnt my tongue."
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Summary: Based on one of my favourite Eloise songs- this pure mush but please believe me on the life of my dog, the next piece to follow this with smut is coming in so fast I may get whiplash- watch out- also
Thank-youuuu all of you for being such angels and commenting on my stuff all the time it’s honestly amazing. I know I’m a lazy bum and I need to reply to your astounding comments. But pls know I do see each one and it’s just what makes this all so worthwhile to see how much you all love Eddie X Pencils.
Your morning had been hell on wheels.
You slept through your alarm. Stubbed your toe stumbling out of bed in your rush to get dressed. Burnt your tongue on your too hot coffee. Ended up being late for home room. And now you’ve been lumped with an art essay. Perfect.
Self directed. Six thousand words on a particular art movement of your choice. Which somehow made it even harder to pick-
It’s pokey glass shards stabbing into the already festering wound in your side that was your day.
This would mean you’d be surrendering your lunchtime to this honey of a new project which was due in a week. If you got the books and notes gathered for it now, it would be a great help and a load off further down the line.
You trudge out of class, and back down to the hallway to your locker, with an armful of textbooks and sketchbook. A free period now that you’d spend the entirety of in the library.
In the absence of a certain jingly jacketed, metal head, the music you’ve got blasting through walkman headphones right now, is the only soothing thing that’s helping your scratchy mood stay buoyant.
Well. That and one other salient thing-
You can’t help but draw your thoughts back to yours and Eddie’s movie night. That memory certainly lifts and delights. Wraps up your stomach like being bound in sunny butter-yellow silk.
Being tangled up on Eddie’s terrible scratchy orange couch with wandering hands, seeking more, and so much making out it was like you were kissing each other’s lips raw. Seeing Eddie with those beautiful lips all bitten pink certainly tugged on your guts in the most horny way.
You devoured the pizza together, and he’d tasted like hoppy lite beer and salty pepperoni - licking the greasy cheese mess of it off the corner of your lips. Smiling with oily pizza grease fingers gripping your chin.
You’d laughed so much your ribs hurt. Prodded fun at the gore of his selected horror movies - awed by his taste too. Agreed on the worst and best parts of grainy black and white eerie tones of night of the living dead. The ham acting. The swelling suspense.
He’d grinned with the way you’d squirmed and jiggled and scrunched up your feet in unease at the bit in Nightmare on Elm Street. When Tina grabs Freddy’s face and the whole thing slips into her hand in a bloody rubbery landslide, revealing raw teeth and bulging eyes, scarlet black chasm of a nose.
I love this movie. But I freakin’ hate that bit.
Eddie curls around you tighter. Beaming. Chuckling dryly. Ringed fingers splaying over your hip. Nose nestled in the back of your neck.
Squeamish much, pencils?
Shut up
You both watch as Tina cups at the four claw marks in her stomach as she’s tumbled around the bed and jerked up to the ceiling. Crawling sticky blood up the flowery walls.
You hide again with an ‘Ick.’ Which prompts you to twist around and face him. You don’t do well with blood.
He very kindly lets you shield your eyes behind his hand. Rings warm on your skin.
Freddy’ll have to get through me first. Don’t you worry.
I’ll never let you sleep again, Munson. I will blast the loudest Motörhead in your ears. Okay?
Okay sweets. He winked.
You’d flown into swooning bits at the recollection of how you’d spent a great deal of time on that date, horizontal with Eddie’s warm nose buried deep in your neck. Or his tongue in your mouth. Spit wet lips, hoppy beer breath, and grinding hormones.
Later, much later, after two beers, his teeth and lips were plucking hickie’s at your collarbones and under your jaw. Mainly to distract you from Wes Cravens gore. But, funny how even when the movie ended, neither of you seemed to notice.
Too busy scrunching your hands in his messy hair and kissing him back hungrily. His hands smoothing up your back. Your legs curled open over the cradle of his skinny hips. Grinding into the clutch of yours. His hands were blazing hot on your ass where your skirt was rucked up. Fingertips slipping just-so, under the edge of your panties.
Whenever you hummed or moaned it made him smile. Made his hips jerk to yours. You were grinding on each other like this world would end soon. Entirely composed of rutting feel-good hormones for each other.
He pulled back because he was definitely popping a boner in those skinny jeans and you can’t lie either - you’re wet - you’re both very flimsy underwear barriers away from doing some very x-rated things.
He begs you that he doesn’t wanna be cumming in his pants like a ninth grader. You can’t deny with his hips grinding you like that it wouldn’t take much for your orgasm either. But, you both agreed, that for now, you’d keep it to second base.
All bets are off next time though, Pencils.
Deal. You grin back.
He sighed happily, blushed as a matter of fact, as you nudged a kiss under his ear.
You made out and ate and cracked jokes and chatted for what felt like hours. You tired the moon with your talking - and kissing. So much sparky hot kissing it stunned your lips numb.
You’d never get enough of the taste of Eddie. Smoke and beers on his tongue. Fake snap of chemical apple from his shampoo. Some distant lingering cedar and vanilla cologne that was definitely Wayne’s and had definitely been put on to impress you-
Hewalked you out to your car when time came for you to go. Leaving felt like a ripping pain. Like tearing layers of skin away. You kissed for ten minutes before you even managed to fumble blindly behind you for the door. He kissed you up against the door. Next to the door. All over you with your hands sunk and lost in his hair.
Don’t go I’m not done yet. As he cupped your face and waddled you up against the door - again.
Traffics bad this time of night, Pencils. Give it five if I were you.
I’ve heard a really bad storm is closing in.
Every time you levered apart, he was spinning you back with “Okay but how about one more, y’know, for the road
”
Then proceeded to melt you into another thought-stealing kiss.
Made you laugh into it when he palmed your car keys right out your hand whilst you were distracted by his tongue. And fully launched them over his shoulder.
They landed with a jingly thump over his shoulder on the malt brown carpet. He wrapped his arms around your waist even tighter. Muffled your protests onto the silky bed of his tongue. You moaned and curled your arms around him again.
Thinking of Eddie was definitely one part of your day that didn’t suck. That didn’t scrape rock bottom. It actually lifted you off your dragging heels a bit. Laced a spring in your step that you were careful not to let creep out too much around others.
You lose yourself to that, and into the jagged punk carnality, and let it be known Billy Idol’s sneering roar of a voice was a balm to you.
What didn’t help was that when you came to your locker, Linda was stood against it with the nuclear warhead of a mega-bitch that was Carol P.
They’re gaggled close and smirking about something. There should be a cauldron between them for the amount of shit-stirring and poison slinging they do. You’re thankful you can’t hear it. You turn up Rebel Yell just that tad louder.
Carol was the worst when it came to high school hierarchy. Not only an asshole but determined to drag that festering quality out of everything she touches. Withers the people she considers below her like dead leaves. Thought because she was giving blowjobs under the bleachers, and playing spin the bottle since seventh grade, that it somehow made her the epitome of cool.
You think that much like Linda, its just wearing a mask to cover over the craggy potholes and ultimate shallowness of their personality. They turn into mean, bullying people. Dog eat dog world of high school. Eat or be eaten and these are the pedigree girls with shiny hair, sharp teeth and bitchy smiles.
Really they’re just entirely composed of vanity and rot. Shallowness and arrogance entwined.
Linda barely acknowledges your emergence, as you open your locker and swap out an armful your books for the ones in your hands from an earlier class. You kept your headphones on, muffled the world away to rock music.
A hand shoots over your shoulder and annoyingly jerks on your headphones. Tugging them down the back of your head with a clatter. Making your heart flash fast at the jump of it.
You turn with a glare and see Tommy. H jaunt up to his girlfriend. Giving you a stupid grin. Sneering words back at you. “S’up, Pencil neck.”
Pencil Neck. Mother Mary. Those were some of the ingenious little pet names they had picked out for you.
Because you haven’t had sex and you aim for good grades, apparently this makes you worthy of freakdom in their rabid eyes.
Linda purses her lips a little. Smiles like it’s funny, them calling you that.
Carol barks out her shitty grating laughter. Tilts her head at you and those loose Farah Fawcett auburn curls dance around her snarky face. Popping neon pink gum and looking sly.
Tommy loops his arm around her neck. They stand and eye you like you’re something amusing. Freak show in town. Roll up for tickets.
“Original.” You bite back as you reach for your books.
“Ooh.” Tommy chirps at you. “Not in a friendly mood, are we.”
“My tolerance for vitriolic jackasses is limited.” You narrow your eyes at the pair of them.
You detest the way Carol scans you up and down. Judging your hand me down plaid, jeans and sneakers like you got them from a yard sale. Thinking you’re cheap trash, with a trampy single mom.
Just cause her manicured and caustic mother was the sales rep for a big cosmetic company, and she lives on the gleaming streets of Loch Nora, that it made her perfectly able to peer down her nose at the lower echelons.
She pops her gum with a snap looking at you. Then doesn’t even deign to pay you any attention. Looks towards Linda. A decided bitchy ally.
“You’re coming to the house party at Josh’s tonight, right, Martelli?” She grins as she chews loudly. Wet gummy clicks that get on your nerves. Raking an annoying knife up your spine.
You turn to your locker and ignore the bunch of cognoscenti assholes. You were ashamed to say that included your once fond friend among them.
“Sure I’ll be there.” Linda shrugs like it isn’t a golden gilded invitation handed over, direct from the Queen Bee herself.
“You’re gonna bring Jonny right?” Carol leers. Smile filthy. Like she wants to be the one sucking face with him, as opposed to her own boyfriend currently slung off her shoulder.
“If he can sneak out. His dads being a real dick at the moment.” Linda tells with a glum pouty tone.
“Sneak him out. It’ll be so fun. We got tonnes of beer. There’s bound to be some wet n’ wild fun in the pool.” She grinned all bright and naughty. Sticking her tongue out.
House party on a Tuesday night. These dicks really had nothing better to do than suck face, trash the place, or hump. Make a mess like silver back gorillas parading around in the zoo in their natural habitat.
Tommy decided to drag you back into this razor blade and lemon juice studded conversation. Oh joys.
“Probably not Pencil neck’s kinda evening.” He pouts sticking his lower lip out.
“She’s gotta be back in her convent by 9. Wimple on. Back home with her trampy mom like a good little girl.” Carol mocks in laughing. It’s shrill. Brings to mind a hyena.
Somewhere along the line, the fact your mom was mostly absent and single had become the butt of a joke to these people. Because you don’t live on Maple Street or dress like a Pat Benatar wannabe. You defend your ground in your paint spattered clothes, tatty jeans, and oversized hand-me-down plaid from Charlie, and tees from the goodwill.
It stung like acid each time they swiped and spit nasty words aimed at your mom. Needles pushed under your skin when they sniped their mockery.
You rose above it and grit your teeth. Even though it made you want to start swinging clenched fists. Real tempting to shove the wrong end of your paintbrush in carols stupid eye some days. Splat paint on her expensive jacket or jeans. Knock the books out her hands for once. The dream.
Tommy chuckles along. Carol loves pushing your buttons. It’s her defining character trait. Slamming down on them til they crack into spiderwebs like broken porcelain. It’s all she does best.
“I’m amazed you manage to walk like that what with your head being all the way up your ass.” You slam your locker and turn to talk to a very silent Linda.
“See you after third.” You offer blithely. She barely meets your eyes. Doesn’t answer. She shrinks down. Dumbly clings to her own silent cowardice. Shoves her hands in her pockets and looks at a scuff on her shiny white cavalier boots.
“Got bible studies?” Tommy jumps in quick to say.
You roll your eyes over, let his comment go unmatched. You didn’t have the energy for these two.
You heft your books into your arms and walk away. You hear their laughter and more snideness rips it’s razors at your back as you leave. More insults you don’t care to listen too.
You blast more Billy to blot them out. Forget about their stupidity as you head to the library. You hate the way they slide under your skin like it’s nothing.
You push through the doors and pad through the winding warren of the shelves. Thick carpet tiles muffled your steps. The overly harsh lighting almost buzzed above you. Students hunched hushed over tables, or scanning the stacks. A low thrum of noise and activity compared to the teaming hallways.
It’s a soothe for you. A harbour for you to switch your brain into a slow gear, push it into focusing on something else.
You find a table and set out your books and sketchbooks. Loop your bag on the back of the chair and get scouring through the arts section. You find a stack and pile it against your chest. Take them to your table and hunch over a legal pad. Madly brainstorming ideas for what you wanted to pick.
You settle and let the onslaught of your morning grow quiet. Meld as one into pages and passages. Art Nouveau with its goddesses, natural flowing forms and it’s mimicry of flowers under arched curves. The limpid neon minimalism of Dan Flavin and his light installations. Hockney and his searing blue pool paintings.
There’s so many influences crashing through your head. You skip from book to book. Unable to decide. Tapping the end of your pen against your chin. Raking hands through your lose hair.
You’re curled over a punk art book, looking at the ripped Jamie Reid images, jagged text and rude political satire sprayed and bastardised with paint drips, when something soft hits you on the side of your head, grazing by, and skittering down to your desk. Bouncing off your hand.
You twist back in your seat. Bewildered. Scanning the stacks and there’s nothing save for the usual soft footed librarians drifting around, with their glasses chains, sensible skirts, and hushed voices. The same few quiet kids sat at their tables, dotted around. Unmoved.
You frown and turn back around to the crumpled paper. You smooth it out and make out the chicken scratched words etched there. It was a note.
A love note. Etched in Violet sharpie. It sets a blaze in your chest.
Hey sweet cheeks. You look hot hitting the books. Making me jealous that they’ve got your undivided attention.
Signed it with an E with little sprouting devil horns coming off the top - as if he really needed to identify himself.
You smile when you suddenly feel the tickle of long dry hair feathering it’s tips at the back of your neck. Ringed hands drape for your shoulders. Cold rings even through your worn flannel. Smoke comes with him. Fresh too. He’d just had a cig break you’d guess. Reds curled new on cold leather and carried along with apple.
How was it the worlds nosiest metal-head with his jangly wallet chain and apparently limitless racket, could sneak up on you in absolute silence.
Materialising out of nowhere, like a suddenly gathering storm. Subtle as an earthquake. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head. Inhaled deep like he was trying to drag you in via his mouth alone.
“There’s my little bookworm.” He hushes. Voice all trying-to-be-low and hissing. Rumbling down on your skull. Nuzzling his nose to your hair. Coconut. That Amber and Lavender perfume of yours. Clean luminosity of honeyed notes, and the plain spice of hearty lavender that drifts off you.
It’s dizzying. Consuming. He’s missed it the way a man could miss food and water.
“You threw paper at my head.” You faked mild insult.
Eddie leans up on his sneaker tip toes to peer over your head and catch onto the book that has you so engrossed.
“You looked very invested. How else was I supposed to get your attention.” Comes a clever curl of a grin.
It makes little flecks of gold stars shine and shimmer in those inky eyes.
His hand that landed heavy with a whump on your shoulder, curled up a knuckle and played with an idle curl of your hair. Cool fingers leaving sparks where he touched the nape of your neck.
“What are you doing in here, anyway? You know this is a library don’t you.” You tease him. Rotating in your seat. Gazing up at him. “Books. Studying.”
“Mistook it for something else. Won’t make that error twice.” He tells with that signature clever grin.
“Although it does have you in here, so I automatically like it very much, indeed.” He preens.
Your smile makes his spine slope into fuzziness and tingle all warm. Where his hand is on your shoulder, you edge and curl your fingers over his own. Lacing them through.
He wasn’t gonna be a complete letch and admire the way the twist of your body gaped the buttons of that oversized green and navy plaid you wore. Teased him with the silky valley of skin running downwards from your collarbones. Sternum. Bra. Tits. Your tits.
Okay he wasn’t gonna look, but he’s certainly thinking about it.
Those sweet slips of collarbones he’d been sucking and mouthing for eons long just the other night and was that-
That’s a hickie on your neck. From him.
His stomach trips and crashes into feral frenzy knowing he’s the one to have placed it there, in a rabid fit of horny hormones. Horizontal on his couch with hands all stuffed in tops or jeans, roaming in places that felt so so good.
Tongues fat with kissing and mouths smashing together, raw. Charred bodies grinding. Your fingers edging his stiff jeans zipper. His squeezing your tits through your top. Delightful touches that burned bliss through you like biting electric bolts. The muggy heat of breath on lips.
“That big beautiful brain of yours at capacity yet?” He asks. Swaying into the back of your creaking hard chair.
“I’ve yet to hear a pinging noise indicating it’s full.” You decided. Tapping your pencil down on your book.
“Can my bookworm take a break?” Eddie asks with a conspiratorial looking grin. You tip your head back and meet his gaze.
That ‘my’ warms your belly right though like bad cheap whiskey.
“Why would that be?” You ask cheekily. All lowering your lashes and peering all coquettish.
“Cause if you’re not at capacity yet. I think there’s a little more to learn.” He teases and his smile is all dirty dimples and schoolboy cheek.
He whirls back from your chair and pauses at the walkway between two bookcases. It hooks a smile right out of you when you watch him jerk his head in that particular, enclosed, direction.
Your smile grows, crawls across your lips and you keep your butt planted in your seat. “Gee. I don’t think I know what you’re getting at.”
“Need me to spell it out for you?” He asks with narrowed eyes and a wide wide grin.
You lean in said chair and cast your eyes towards the librarians. Who coincidentally have their backs turned to you. One at the desk, the other helping a freshman locate a physics book.
“I don’t know. Maybe if you could find it in book form and read it to me.” You rile. Poking him with a stick.
“Sure. Where’s that Biology section at.” He leans in and bites his lower lip and grips your sleeve. He doesn’t grip your skin with his rings. Worried they’d dig. Even when riled he’s still gentle.
Scrunching up his nose all silly as he’s yanking you out the chair. You laugh softly as you swing off the thing and slink after him.
You both pad silently down the row of bookcases. Eddie tugs you along to the end. Nestled into the crook with paper spines and a shelf digging in your back. The touch on your sleeve travels up your arm, he’s holding your forearm and then impressively smooth, he’s cupping your hip. Slings a finger in your jean belt loop - keeping you tethered to him.
“You going to reinforce a lesson for me. Munson?” You ask.
You rest your hands on his t-shirt. The almost threadbare black sabbath one that you could barely read the scratchy logo on it anymore. It’s almost flaked away. All that’s left is this beaten old black tee that hangs softly in creases off him.
“Yup.” And he pops the P. Staring at your lips. Thumb rubbing soothing circles on your worn plaid stomach. Soft aged flannel. “Gonna reinforce my brains out.” He decides.
“They say repetition is the best way to learn.” He adds. Flirty brow raised. Body flush to yours. Wrapping you in leather smoke and apples.
“And please don’t go hurting yourself on my account. I won’t allow it.” You say as you smooth a hand over the crazy hair beside his jaw. Stroking your fingers under that handsome cut of a jawbone.
You feel his nearness like a gut punch. Every damn time. Has you squirming in every single good way you can muster. This crush blazes so fiery strong. It’s swallowed you whole whilst you weren’t looking. You were too busy watching him smile.
You tip to him. Tilt to him. Up on your toes. Arms going for his neck. Circling around as his hands smooth across your belt loops and cup your hips. He rolls your bottom lip between his. Sucks you into this sloppy kiss as his hands cup you sacredly.
The moment you’ve both been longing for.
You’d never grow tired of kisses like these ones. It left a chasm when you pulled away from his lips on your date. And now again, finally, it’s like a cool clear sip of spring blue water after years of thirst.
Eddie nibbles your lower lip and it draws an unexpected squeak out of you. Plush and tongue and molten. He pulls back and his spit shiny smile liquifies your insides. Warm air puffs over your lips. “Careful pencils. Gotta keep it on the down low in here.”
You half heartedly whack at his chest with an open hand.
He sways with it. Sways into you. Barely noticed your nudge. He catches it with his own fingers, twining into yours. Through yours. Knuckles slot together. Fused. Your hand in his. He brings it up and rests your hand on his neck.
Drunk hazy eyes cast all whiskey puddle brown in yours. Soft as butter and he melts into you again. Nose brushing alongside yours. You taste like the fruity sour bite of chapstick and he’ll definitely chase some more of that fake nectar sweetness, thank you very much.
“How can I be expected to keep quiet when you kiss me like that?” You ask. Tilting in again, legs knocking into his as you press your lips to his in a slow smooch. Long, languid. Taking the kiss off his slanted mouth, honey smooth.
Your hand follows his lead. You cup his soft neck. Thumb brushing the join of his jaw. His hands rearrange themselves. Wandering to settle neatly. One bunching an arm around your waist. The other cups your head. Tilts your mouth to him so he can take and take and unleash on you more of these amazing, demanding kisses.
You should be caring how loud your making out is. Sloppy mouth sounds and little grunts he makes mixed with the thrill of your moans. It rises just a little above the din of the buzzing lights and the swipe of book pages being leafed over.
When you part again you gasp for breath and your knees are stunned into weakness. Your bodies are so close it’s pretty damn evident that soon you’ll be making noises you cannot hide in the whisper quiet library.
It didn’t help that the swelling hunger for more is prodding between your legs. As urgently as his own must be in those tight jeans. Every kiss is laced with a hunger that could proceed sex if you let it.
You really want to let it. You’re so ready to let it.
You exhale onto each other lips when you next part and take a huge pull of breath. Warm whispers sealed to mouths. Bodies tangled. Sure a book was jamming your spine, and the shelf behind you was not exactly sturdy. It didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered that wasn’t Eddie’s kiss bruised mouth aligned on yours.
“We should probably have another one of those date things soon. Don’t you think?” You ask. Fingers sneaking to his cheek to just touch his skin. A little stubbled.
“You reckon?” He smiles all slanted. Eyes twin honeycomb suns. You stare, stuck into them.
You’ve never seen such warmth leak out those expressively deep carob-eyes. You look at the entirely too long flick of his lashes: the raw pinkness of his cushiony lips. Entirely unfair how he was so pretty. It should be outlawed for a boy to look this pretty when kissed.
Really it was a danger to your health. Your school work would certainly suffer. Your essay sat screeching to be started from your desk.
“I really reckon.” You nod. Eddie swoops in and smooched a boyish charming peck onto your mouth almost in thanks. Pulls back from you with a wet smack.
“If you didn’t say it, I was gonna have to insist.” He teases. Stretches out the last word to almost a hiss so you know he means business.
You bite your lip. “Ok Mr. forceful. What did you have in mind?” You smile. Leaving your arms around his neck. To not touch him would be a stinging agony.
“Anything. So long as we can do this for a good 95 - 98% of the evening. I’m willing to negotiate on the exact percentage.” He asks. “But I would ask you wear that chapstick again.” He requests, no holds barred on the flirt, nudges his lips sweetly to yours.
The flick of his tongue on your lower lip makes your brain twirl and cloud. So naughty.
You kiss him quick. Yank his jacket. Pull back to speak which he pouts at you a little for.
“We could go see a Movie. Go to the arcade. Get ice cream. Go to the old quarry and 420 blaze it, and stargaze. The options are endless.” You say as your fingers find his and twist through. Knuckles stroking those worn metal rings.
“Arcade sounds good. Ice cream is a must.” He says, a little reticent. No one has ever asked him on a date. Much less delved into what he actually wanted to do on said date.
“Arcade and Ice cream it is.” You fix with a grin. “You’re easy to please.”
“Yeah but when it comes to ice cream toppings I’m very picky.” He sneaks forwards and kisses under your jaw.
You have to bite your lip cause he knows how it weakens you. Your gasp from the other night when he slipped his lips all over your jaw is etched interminably in his brain. His tongue traces a hickie he knows only all too well how it got there.
The tip of his nose brushes into anther hickie he’s just given to you. Devil boy. He knows very well what effect it has.
“Whipped cream, Cherries. Lots of cherries, sprinkles. The works.” He whispers all muggy hot into your neck.
“Gotta have cherries. Pencils.” He rasps inbetween heavy plucked kisses on your skin.
You shiver all over with the innuendo. He feels it ripple through you. The way your skin pimples with pleasure that pops, stringing along your veins.
You dig your nails into his hands cause holy shit. Every time you kiss you creep closer and closer to the idea of just slipping your hand inside those ripped jeans and going to town- that barrier of your willpower is being worn paper thin with every caress.
“All the cherries you want, pretty boy. Maybe afterwards we could take a, uh, scenic route up to skull rock and be fools, fooling around.” You smile.
It’s dizzying to him. That idea. Better than Colombia gold spreading all vibrant verdant green and dozy through his lungs.
“I’ll bring the jester hat, Mi’lady.” He flat out grins. It’s borderline Munson manic.
“Perfect evening.” You summarise. Shaking your head and eyeing his lips again.
“Perfect date.” He adds on. Biting his lower lip.
“My god. We’re corny. Even meatloaf would refuse to write a mushy ballad about us right now.” You joke. Hands still looped around his neck. Like hell would you wanna let go.
“Need some help with that essay?” He offers. Closing in for your mouth again.
“Mmhmm need all the help I can get.” You whisper. Barely a brush away from his gorgeous lips.
He kisses you again and it’s stunning. Births a wild jungle of fiery mush and kicked butterflies to rioting life in your belly.
“I promise to be such a huge help. You may not even need those books babe. Don’t you know I’m so brainy it’s unreal.” He wheedles at you.
“I never doubted your big beautiful mind even for a second.” You admit. Holding his chin as you lean in and kiss him solidly once more. Coaxing a lovely sounding whine from the back of his mouth when your tongue swipes his lip.
You drag him back out into the open. He goes - somewhat willingly.
Slips himself into the chair beside yours. Hands splayed over your books as he twirls a pen in his hand as asks you probing and philosophical musings about art.
Cubism. I’m sorry. C’mon? Those guys must’ve been on seriously good pills, man.
How about Constructivism then? You ask.
Gesundheit, pencils.
He scrawls some more devils and live hearts with your name, and leafs through another thick old book. The yellowed pages crack with age.
I got a new twisted sister tape. You should hear it.
I like watching you study. It’s freakin hot. You’re so brainy.
Hey, this chicks kinda neat. She looks like a character from Lord of the Rings or somethin’. He decided as he pawed over an Alphonse Mucha picture.
My favourite too. I love the way he uses colour. It’s dreamy.
You’re dreamy.
He laughs when you bite your lip and look bashful.
He will not stop shooting you a flirty smile as he doodles idly on your legal pad. Swirls big loopy letters of ‘I Love Eddie.’ And ‘Hellfire rulez’ and lots of demon faces, and skulls with horns. Lightning bolts and leathery bats.
His restless hands cannot be stilled. He steals a scrunchie from your bag, and it sits looped on his wrist next to his chain bracelet. Lilac borders leather. He makes no intention of giving it back. Magpie manners.
You make a face at him, asking how you’re supposed to tie your hair up for still life class after school.
“I like it loose and wild.” He says as he skims his eyes over your hair. Thumbs a piece back by your ear so sweetly.
You crook a brow. Smile tips lopsided.
He seems to realise that what he said can be taken an alternative way. “Well, no I uh, didn’t mean it like that.”
Your laugh spins his head into adoring craziness.
“Alright. Alright.” He consoles you by picking a W.A.S.P pin out his denim vest and leaning over to stud it into the collar of your plaid. Tongue bitten between his teeth as he concentrates. Fingers brushing your neck. Skin on skin contact leaving kicks and flutters that shoot stars in his wake.
You look down at it. The shiny metal gleaming in the buzzing light. “Okay, that is a worthy consolation.” You offer.
He makes you smile until your cheeks hurt, and you spend more time leaning into him and trying not to laugh too loud over discussing movies, favourite arcade games and music, than you do actually choosing your essay topic.
When the bell rings for next period you actually detest the thought of scurrying away to your Math class. Yet, Equations and trig beckoned.
Eddie walks you out the library. Opens the door all charming, waves a hand to gesture you on through first, like a true gentleman. You thank him and glide past with your books clutched to your chest.
The hallways are bustling but emptying fast. You twist back and tell him you’ll catch him later. Maybe at lunch.
He smiles that wide trouble-stroked grin. Clutched your hand and leaned down all showy to kiss the back of it and shoot you a dirty flirty wink, before he too whirled away.
You smile and it lingers on your lips even as you part. The press of it makes your whole arm come alive. You watch him for a scant moment before walking off down the corridor the opposite way.
You both look back over your shoulders after about five meagre steps away. Eddie gives you a melting grin, you return it. All eyelashes and beaming.
That grin said a lot. Dead giveaway. The hand kiss. The lingering and swirly body movements, not ever wanting to pull apart. Spoke volumes to those who bothered enough to really look and see it.
The feminine flash of a lilac scrunchie on Munson’s wrist. The telltale purple splotches of hickies hiding just below your collar. The heavy metal pin punched through your collar all shiny. Winking like a far off star.
Far enough down the hall that neither of you paid any notice, Jonny Lopez shut his cloud-grey locker door and leaned against it. Lake blue eyes swam cold. Watching the Freak practically skip away.
He saw him kiss your hand. Saw him pull you close by the corner of your plaid, reeling you in, and all warm smiles backed in flirting familiarity. Watched you beam back, and linger to chat a moment. Your hand laid on leather lapel, brushing at his chest.
It didn’t add up. It’s coming out odd to him. You and the Freak? Close? Since when?
He frowned and tugged his backpack on his shoulder.
Strange sight, that.
~
“Okay. Please please please for the love of god and on all things holy, don’t get weird.” You call out to your mom as you trudge down the stairs.
Not yet coming to the bottom but you could hear her rifling around in the fridge. Billy Joel’s Anthony’s song clunking out it’s piano notes from the stereo in the kitchen that she always has on when she makes dinner
Which is a strong term for when she just scrounges and grazes stuff out of there like a jackal. When she’s so dragged by jet-lag, she only has the energy to slam some pop-tarts in the toaster and throw back a beer for an evening meal.
She was most definitely not a baked ziti or a casserole mom. She overcooks tater tots, or survived on boxed mashed potatoes and a can of limp greens with some breaded frozen chicken.
More than once she’s resorted to a bag of chips for her dinner. Now you know how she stays so trim. And it’s true what she says about your older sister Charlie being the cook in the family, cause that trait had seemed to have skipped you and her, altogether.
After long haul flights like these, she’s usually all set to scarf a meal down in dribs and drabs and grab a beer, to fall asleep with, as her TV soaps blare on. More than once you’ve had to rush in and stub a Newport gold out her dead asleep hand. More than once she’s burned holes in the couch. Covered them up with a crocheted blanket.
Right now, she’s humming and tapping her toes as she eats cool whip out the tub with a spoon. Stood there in her indigo bootcut jeans and oversized cable knit sweater that slid off one shoulder. White and fluffy.
“Alright.” She calls back slowly. Digesting your words. “Colour me intrigued
” She turns the music right down for this. For whatever this was-
You round the kitchen doorway. And it becomes obvious.
Your wearing a dress, and the oversized box-back leather jacket that once upon a time, belonged to her. With rhinestones on the back that spelled out ‘rock n roll’ with a flaming skull underneath. You’d paired it with a red dress that clung and a nipping big white leather hoop belt stretched around your middle. Sneakers and white socks on your feet. Silver wet n wild on your eyelids. Liner and mascara. Your hair all fluffed and kinked
“You’ve joined a rock band? I want front row tickets. I like the jacket. Very Joan Jett.” She grins wide. The flash of that pearly perfect smile. No whiff of how it was hers that you’d poached for the evening.
“No.” You explain.
Her eyes pin you down. Widening under her shiny bangs.
“Intrigue.” As she lopsidedly and untidily stuffs more groceries into the fridge.
“Linda is dragging you to a
 club? Or another trashy house party?” She asks.
“Wrong, again.”
“Ok, connect some dots for me cause I’m lost here.” She waves her hand at you as she unloaded tubs of ice cream into the freezer. Peanut butter chocolate chip.
“Don’t get weird.” You point a finger at her. She holds her hands up in surrender.
“Well, weird is my wheehouse kid. My basic operating system.”
“Mom.”
“So intense tonight.” She grumbles all chirpy.
“I actually have a date.“ You lay out.
She looks right at you as she lets the fridge door slam shut. Mouth gaping.
“A date?” She checks.
“Are you a parrot now, or what.” You tease.
“Look at you. Hiding your light under a bushel.” She beams. Hands on her hips.
“Boy or girl?” She asks, blinking.
“A boy. Mom.” You offer up. “But thank you for that.” You wave your hand at her.
“Hey. No judgement here babe. A date. My god.” She looks floored. Hand laying on her chest floored.
“Yes.” You respond. “Well. Actually to be honest, It’s kind of our second date. We had a movie night at his place last week.”
“Second date huh.” She waggles her brows at you like a dirty minded frat boy.
“Well, tell me how it goes. You can leave out all the gross- y’know.” Bringing her hand up to her face and making obscene wet kissing, slurping smacking noises. Cooing at you across the kitchen.
“You are four years old.” You narrow your eyes at her. She grins.
“Do you need me to feed you and put you to bed before I go?” You jest tiredly as you walk to the hall. Check your hair yet again in the mirror.
“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll just be sticking my fingers in the electrical sockets and running with scissors here, totally unsupervised.” She jokes. Picking a rogue hair off the back of your jacket.
“Guess I’ll just have to sit on the couch and watch reruns of Golden Girls on my own. Eat sad Beefaroni and be a tragic spinster mom.”
“Do so quietly.” You wave off.
When you move to get your shoes: she follows. You have a shadow, apparently.
“So this booooyyy- honey tell me about the boy.“ She grins all giddy. Leaning against the door and swaying her body like a preeny high school girl.
Like she should be twiddling pigtails with a lollipop in her mouth. Candy saccharine sweet.
“Is he on the team?” She seeks. And then gasps. “Is he gonna give you his letterman jacket if you get cold?” She clasps her hands and her voice teeters all high and romantic-like.
“Yeah. Then he’s taking me and Rizzo to the sock hop in his Studebaker and then onto some racing for pinks.” You joke with her archly.
“My god. You got your penchant for dragging sarcasm from me.” She pointed out. Unhelpfully. Shoving you half heartedly in the shoulder for being smartly rude. Beer now in her other hand as she drapes herself against the kitchen doorway.
“Not a letterman then?” She scrunches up her nose. She knew well of your distastes.
“If he was I wouldn’t be touching him even with gloves on, and ten f oot pole.” You insist as you make sure you’ve got everything in your purse.
“Less Steff McKee, more Duckie. I got it.”
You smile at the way she’s phrased it. Whatever Eddie was he was definitely way more Duckie territory.
“So he’s not a jock, alright. That narrows it down. Is Duckie atleast cute? Or am I gonna have ugly grandchildren.” She asks.
“Mom.” You hiss with skated laughter as you fluff your hair in the mirror. She winced suddenly.
“It’s not Keith from the Arcade is it? Cause he’s always been sweet on you. You went in last time and I swear he was drooling over you in your Talking Heads tee.”
“It’s not Keith.” You answer nicely. You liked Keith, but he could be sleazy, and a catty kind of mean, and had a bigger chip on his shoulder than you when it came to the preps and jocks.
Plus he would literally date any girl with a pulse that breathed his way. Besides, he was way way deep into crushing on Nancy Wheeler territory.
You exhale into the mirror. Wondering if the sweet sheen of lipgloss was too much. If you should rethink these earrings. You’re a mess. It’s all whirling around a stubborn coil of packed nervousness in your stomach. A fever twist.
“What you kiddos getting up too? Something salacious? Gonna knock off a liquor store? Go to Wild biker parties with lots of vomiting and sex?”
“We’re going to the arcade and grabbing some junk food. Sadly, I don’t think I’ll have time to work a teen pregnancy or a vomit sex party into the mix.”
“Now see here, Mama didn’t raise no quitters.” She salutes towards you with her beer before she swigs back a sip. You know she can’t resist delving a little more into the nitty gritty details.
“What’s he like. Your Duckie. Blonde, tall, short, fat, thin, dark, athletic. Is he in the chess club? Is he trouble? Does he have a motorcycle or a criminal record?” She’s tapping your arm with the back of her hand as she keeps thinking of more things to ask you.
“All good if relentless questions.” You temper her rambles. “You may need to cool it with the Pretty in Pink references.” You chuckle.
“Spill spill.” She encourages.
“Less chess club, more DND club.” You tell her. Fiddling with the earrings. Definitely deciding to take them out. Untangling them from your hair.
She’s gets very excitable about that prospect. “Is he nerdy hot
” She gets close and rasps at you all low.
“Yes. The orthodontic headgear from his braces, combined with his pressed slacks, Mmmm, really gets me going.” You lie.
She smiles wider. You’re all snippy sarcasm and fluffing hair and you keep peering past her at the banana yellow cat clock with the wagging tail and rolling eyes in the kitchen.
“You’re nervous.” She hits the nail right on the head. Rubs your arm up and down. Cups your shoulder.
You let out a deep breath. “Correct.” You tell her.
You can’t lie to your mother. She’s a human lie detector when it comes to you. She’ll sniff it out of you like those bomb dogs at the airport. One whiff and she’s all over it.
“You must really like this mystery nerd Huh?” Shecomes over and strokes the hair spilling down the back of your neck.
You meet her gaze. You scrunch your nose with a kinda giddy smile you can’t hide bursts across your face. “I really do.”
“Why haven’t I heard anything about him you sneaky thing
 you been holding out on me? I mean, I know my being out the country isn’t conducive to mother-daughter late night talk over a tub of ice cream
 but-” She wonders. Idly playing with the bangs framing around your forehead. The soft yellow light from the cheap yellow flicks off the fine French manicure sleekly and pretty pink on her nails.
“Recent development. I haven’t been holding anything back from you. Promise. You’d root it out even if I did. Not to mention the guy turning up on the doorstep would be a big tip off.” You suppose.
“There is that.” She nods. Standing her beer down on the hallway table. Coming up behind you and idly rearranging your hair where you’d mussed it.
“Any pearls of wisdom I need to give you? Do you need the talk again of where babies come from.” She plays around.
Give her ten ways to say something serious and she’d still be clowning around.
That actually makes you laugh. You meet her solid gaze in the mirror. It’s so warm. It’s like sun skating on emeralds. The crinkled corners of the eyes that are entirely more hazel than yours.
You’d always thought she was the pretty exception. Pearly smile. Dazzling eyes. It didn’t help that Charlie got her stunning silky hair and piercing eye colour too. You got the frizz and the freckles and the big hips. The hair that more belonged on a wiry messy dog. That never laid nicely or did as it was told.
“Is my hair bad? I used too much product. It’s too frizzy. ” You wince as you ask her. Faffing with it still around your ears.
“No. Baby. It isn’t.” She tells you softly with a grin that’s circling somewhere proud and awed. She puts her hands on your shoulders.
Growing up she taught you that women didn’t need to be only pretty to get by. She’d remind you how you were stunning in your unique way and it was entirely up to you what way you made it.
When toxic high school mixed with the uncertain churning of puberty, she was there to reinforce the idea that you could be brainy, and take up space, and spit and shout, bare your teeth, and throw punches and be gritty, all that- be a fierce Amazonian of a woman. Be wonder woman. Be a sultry sizzling Marilyn. Be whomever you wanted-
“You gonna let me meet Duckie when he gets here?” She asks.
“Well, actually, I was gonna lock you in the attic.”
Her mouth gapes. Offended. “What, like I’m suddenly a Kennedy.”
“Tough choice when you’re a Kennedy. How do you even chose which one in the family to hide in the attic.” You ask dead serious.
She closes her eyes and exasperatedly makes a fist with one hand.
“Ok, kid, we’re veering off topic here. Can I meet him, please? C’mon I will only say two embarrassing things tops.” She grins. Holding her fingers up to signal the two things.
“Don’t explode all over him with questions. He’s nice.” You promise.
“Baby, he’s dating you. Of course he’s gonna be nice. I like to think I raised you with standards.”
“You did think I was dating a jock up until two minutes ago.” You level at her.
“TouchĂ© my sweet.” She holds a finger up and gives you an invisible tally mark.
“No interrogations either.” You add.
“I’ll put my interrogation lamp away. And no explosions. Promise. Internal implosions only.”
“Try not to be- y’know? Your usual level of insane?”
“Why. He’s not here to date me. I shouldn’t have to hide my eccentricity in the comfort of my own home.” She mocks, looking evil.
“Good grief.” You sigh as you double triple safety sure check you’ve got everything in your purse. Candies. Lip smacker. Money. Coin change for the arcade machines. She leans over and peers into your purse
“Condoms are in the bathroom cabinet by the way.” She winks before tipping back more beer.
“Right. No to that.” You snap. “Go get in the attic. Now.” You tell her with no evident humour. Snapping your fingers and pointing up the stairs.
She pokes her tongue out at you in a very mature move.
You twist to the direction of the door when you hear a clunky rumble of something that was definitely a van engine, music all shredding shriek and rock heavy, easing to a stop. And then the thump of a door.
She practically inhaled all the air in the house when Eddie does one of his fumbly music-riff knocks on your front door. Deep Purple, you reckon.
“I think your nerd hath arriveth. Mi’lady.” She beams.
Claps her fingers together in overdone excitement. Trying to gawk through the blurry glass in the front door to make out his general shape.
Fuck. Now this is all so real and your stomach is clenching, doing those gravity defying swoops like it’s trying to take off without you.
You fluff your hair one last time and step to the door across the spongey purple entryway rug. You take a deep breath. Palm clammy and slipping on the doorknob. You twist it open.
Eddie breaks into a sunshine stroked grin the other side when he sees you. It melts you. Makes something inside glow coal hot at the sight of him again.
He’s wearing his jacket with a Van Halen tour tee. Faded wings of an eagle and band name crackled on old wash grey. The usual ensemble of chains and ripped jeans. But you see the new sight of fancy polished combat boots.
Wayne had made him sit his bony butt down for five seconds and polish them before he whirled out the door to come get you.
“A man takes pride in his shoes when taking a young lady out on a date, Edward.” As he gruffly handed him a shoe brush. Gestured with a lit red in the other hand.
Full name. Serious. Scary.
“Listen I need to get going if I’m gonna make it out of the Victorian Era on time.” Eddie sassed. Elbow folded up. Checking his Casio.
Wayne pushed the brush into his hand. Slammed the silver pot down in front of him. The claggy thick smell of polish coming from the well used army tin he had sat on the counter. Face as stoic as an Easter Island head. He wasn’t taking any bull.
“Less cheek. Get buffing.”
“Child labour has been outlawed you know.”
“Not in the Victorian Era it hasn’t.”
Eddie did as his Uncle ordered. Now here he is.
Smelling like cologne, cigarettes and the unmovable sticky tinge of dark boot polish. Hair having had a briefly tangled
liaison with a comb.
He’s chewed gum the whole way here worried about his smoky acrid breath. Piece after piece shoved into his mouth. Sharp spearmint spiking the bed of his tongue. It didn’t settle the squirming worms in his stomach. Nor the tap of his newly polished shoes in fidgeting.
“Hey.” He smiles. Nervously tucking his hands in his back pocket. His jacket jangles. The chain around his hip and his bandana sways with him as he stands on your porch.
“Hey yourself. You look nice.” You beam back. There’s an undeniable allure in your pretty face. Honey gold smile skated in shiny gloss. He equates to something like pure magic.
“Ditto, Pencils.” He smirks. Veiled flirt. Not letting himself get too eager with it. His eyes flick up your dress, down your legs, and back up.
Holy shit. Good doesn’t even begin to cover how you look right now.
You also cannot ignore the lingering looming presence of your mom as she practically leaps into his eye-line behind you. She’s utterly vibrating with excitement. You can sense her just jiggling with it.
She sidles up behind you and shoves herself into the gap you’ve left in opening the door.
Whatever he was expecting of your mom, he certainly didn’t imagine this whirlwind of a woman behind you.
She’s young too. Must’ve had you in her late teens. Not stuffy. No silent husband like a fixture in an easy boy chair in the living room. Silently scathing with disapproval. She’s not sporting a beige cardigan and a constant threat of neighbourhood watch association snobbery. Sneering at Eddie on her porch like he’s a flea infected stray, yowling at her door.
There’s no way in hell anything resembling stuffy could cling to this woman.
Fierce hazel eyes traced with crows feet, shiny dark hair all free-wild and choppy. She’s old movie star kinda striking. That Colgate grin touted about in the 1950’s. One he recognises as the one that closely and genetically mirrored yours.
Boot cut jeans and a pearly smile and a big fluffy sweater and denim jeans. Entirely mad and friendly and she’s only met him two seconds ago. Some punchy shredding ZZ top blasts from the kitchen and something tells him that’s all her taste too. As well as pair of violet rhinestone cowboy boots sat by the doormat. Whacky.
He thinks how wildly accurate it is that this busy bright, kinetic energy ball of a woman, raised an unconventional and awesome girl like you. That’s no leap there.
“It is so nice to meet you. Duckie.” She out and out grins. You give her one of your looks.
Eddie chuckles. A little lost. “Duckie?” He asks.
“Her grip on sanity is loose at best.” You explain.
She elbows you in the the hip as she takes the grin down to a less terrifying notch. “Ok. Ugly grandchildren are struck off the list. He’s adorable. Look at those Bambi eyes.”
You really wish you had locked her in the attic. She’s exploding all over the poor boy.
“She’s loopy when she’s off her meds. And around new people.” You sigh to him. It gets an easy smile. Buffs the nervous look away.
“Mom this is Eddie. Eddie, I’m so sorry, this is my Mom.” You introduce. Skating a hand to the woman chomping at the bit behind her shoulder.
“Don’t you say sorry for me.” She slithers her arm through the gap you’ve left in the door. Fluffy jumper all cable knit bobbled and fuzzy. She’s a wave of zingy energy smelling like smoky Newports and designer Yves Saint Laurent perfume.
He shakes her manicured offered hand. “It’s very nice to meet you. She’s told me only good things.”
“Then she’s totally been lying. Edward. A pleasure. I’m Veronica but please don’t call me that, everyone calls me Ronnie. Awesome awesome shirt by the way.” She beams as she peers around the door. Releasing his hand from hers. “Like your metal huh?” She asks.
She perched her hands on the doorframe and stuck her head into this pick up between the two of you.
“Only with my oxygen, food and water.” He jokes. A little of his truer wide smile comes sneaking out. Now he knows there’s no need to stand on awkward shuffly doormat ceremony with your parent.
Because he knows he isn’t a meet the parents kinda guy.
He’s the guy parents ring Principal Higgins about. With distaste sour, and judgement nastily spewing off their tongues. He’s tatted, he’s a cheap weed seller, he’s crazy and scraggy weird, and he lives in a trailer park. Stamp mark of future-convict hovered heavy and eternal over his head.
He’s a jump out the window, hide in the closet kinda guy. No one would ever bring him home all hair combed and sparkly clean, pressed button down, to mom and pop, for a meatloaf dinner. Cause he’s no one to be proud of.
Yet here? Perhaps in the eyes of the most unconventional mom in all of Hawkins, something has shifted.
Something feels like it’s been spun off its axis and set down wrong, cause this bubbly woman is smiling at him and excitedly prodding her daughter out the door to go on their date. And maybe she is insane. As you said.
Talk about falling down the rabbit hole. Punctured through the splintered looking glass. He’s not high, but he could swear on seeing white rabbits and mad hatters right about now. It’s fucking nice. He’d never have expected this funky curveball in coming to pick you up.
“Edward? Eddie?” She asks.
“Eddie is fine.” He offers. Nodding, as he slips his hands into his pockets. Self conscious move, even though he didn’t need to be.
She widens her smile. “Where abouts you from? I know DND club and the fact you’re a white male in high school. Other than that I’m out. She’s been stingy with details.” She jerks her thumb at you.
His tongue shrivels up. She’s tolerated him so far. Maybe this is the sour turning point that will tip the introduction on its head.
“I live in Forest Hill’s with my Uncle. My folks, uh aren’t around.” He tells with a tone she can tell is used to receiving nasty scratchy criticism. Eyebrows raise and moods change when he’s said that before.
She nods. Her smile doesn’t leave. Doesn’t even drop.
“Honey. I grew up in paradise trails mobile park in Sloan Nevada. Don’t sweat it. Doesn’t make us lepers.” She shrugs.
Like it didn’t just wash a whole wave of unease aside in his chest.
“People in this town seem negatively charged when I tell them that’s where I live.” He admits with a big clown smile. Your heart bleeds at the true reverence in his tone.
“People in this town, are snooty assholes.” She chuckles wisely.
Debbie Harry is throatily singing one way or another from the stereo in the kitchen now.
“You done grilling my date?” You ask her with a sickly smile.
“If you stick around, there will be a follow up round where I fetch your baby pictures. And invite him in for a beer.” She threatens. Eyes widening. Kubrick crazy.
“Bye Mom.” You say as you step out the door to join him on the porch. She catches it where you’ve left it open. Calls out as you stand in the clear night listening to the cicadas hum and the street lights buzz and blink into sleepy orange. You leave her chuckling.
“Wise move. Now scram before I dust off my pipe, And my old ‘what-are-your-intentions-towards-my-daughter’ queue cards.” Your mom winks at you.
“Enjoy your night, crazy lady. Go feed the cats.” You answer, calling back over your shoulder as you sling your hand into Eddie’s lapel and pull him across the lawn.
“Let’s get away from this house of lunacy.” You tell him.
He stumbles after you waving a goodbye to your mother. Almost tripping over his boots.
“Home by midnight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. No 420ing it without me.” She calls out to you.
Eddie chuckles as you bring him down your front lawn. Sneakers brushing the grass alongside the gentle thuds of his foot falls. Your hand migrated to holding his.
“That’s your mom.” He states. Sounding dumbfounded.
“I know. I should’ve warned you. She’s a whole new spin on the word eccentric.” You offer.
“She didn’t bark at me to get off her porch like I’m some stray, Pencils. That’s a hell of an improvement versus the reaction I thought I’d get.” He says as he looks down.
Avoiding stepping on the dandelions that are scattered across your lawn all yellow and happy. Just trying to grow upwards and peep at the sun.
You slope your fingers through his. He looks up and gazes at you as you fall in step.
“As insane and untethered to planet earth as she is, she’s really not like other moms around here. She likes you already, probably on sight of the Van Halen tee.” You tell him with smiling weight to your meaning.
His grin lopes across his face.
“She’s cool y’know. No stuffiness. No essence of church on Sunday is the law and green bean casseroles.” He nods. He likes it. He really does.
“She had my sister Charlie when she was a teenager. Me a couple years later. Possibly too young for the likings of the pissy bible study moms in this town. She dropped out of Berkeley. Parents chucked her out. She worked three crappy jobs whilst raising us and coping with my deadbeat dad, always hoping for a little better and, being, well, as you saw, entirely unhinged.” You gestured to your house.
“And
” You add. “She’s not a green bean casserole person. She stinks at cooking even by her own admission. Thankfully, we have Charlie for that. She’s the domestic one.”
Eddie smirks. His smile is pure warmth. “You guys are close, though. Tight knit. It’s cute.”
“I love that she’s not a run of the mill mom. Growing up, others didn’t tend to be as kind about it. They see a single parent, they immediately go to trashy, trampy, drunk, who doesn’t give a shit.” You roll your eyes.
Genuine hurt backs your voice though. “They set her and me aside cause we’ve always been different. We don’t have tonnes of money or a fancy house.”
And who knows that better than Hawkins own freak?
He squeezes your fingers. Warm rings all marking their usual grooves in your skin. A thorough loving squeeze that makes your heart go pattering all soppy in your chest.
“People are assholes. So I’m reliably told.” He parrots as he brings to you both to the passenger side of his van. Rings clack on the handle as he gets the door for you.
You stand and smile. “People are assholes. Look at the unfair bad rep they give you.” You point out.
He shrugs. Smirking. “What can I say? My handsome face and awesome personality protects me from total infamy.” He grins all
cheesy.
Yanking open the van door with a hand and turning his palm up to you.
“Here now, I was prepared for a little infamy. Munson. Are you telling me I’m gonna be disappointed?” You smirk as you step up close.
Eddie’s poor little rabbit heart flashes fast with the way your dress is kinda, pretty well low cut. And skimming and squeezing every beautiful curve. When you step close he can smell perfume and cherry gloss and all things sexy sweet.
You’re looking at him directly. Eyes smouldering under your eyeliner and wet n’ wild silver glitter. Angling for a kiss that he’s happy to give you til his lips damn well fall off.
He leaves the van door open. Steps you back just a little. Nudged your hips back to the body of it.
“Think I’m flirting with bad company here.” He smiles. Traces his nose along yours.
“Doubtlessly. Wanna back out now?” You ask in a husky whisper against his mouth. Hearts racing. Pulses whipping fast. Lust stirs.
His chest may implode but he’d be fine with that. Atleast he’d die kissing you. What a way to go-
“Yeah. I’m running for the hills here.” He teases. Cupping your neck and gingerly laying his fingers over your hip. You stroke hours through his long black vines of soft tousled hair.
Then he’s leaning all the way in to kiss you properly, so firmly and urgently on the mouth. Languid spearmint tongue tasting sharp and delicious, playing with your lower lip. You tug him in by his leather collar. Loving the way his body leans against yours. You moan softly.
Maybe you should’ve taken the freakin condoms after all?
Beyond the kissing, you barely hear your front door whine as it’s cracked open. Your mom hollers across the lawn with her beer in hand, and makes the dog down the street bark it’s damn head off.
“Gross. Get a room!”
You pull apart and he can’t help bursting into a smile.
“Let’s leave here. Please.” You ask of him. He can’t contain his blushy laughter.
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Yes, No, Maybe
A/N: Howdy! It’s been quite a long minute since I’ve written any fanfiction
 but reading all the fantastic spicy Stranger Things/Eddie fics since the release of season 4 has gotten me inspired to contribute (although I’m aware that I’m a bit late in participating on the whole Eddie craze). Also this isn’t related/connected to the canonical happenings of Stranger Things S4, it’s just EddiexReader smut, basically pwp
Summary: You’re starting to get fed up with your uneventful sex life, and a floppy haired dungeon master with a knack for diffusing awkward conversation topics happens to be your solution. Sometimes talking about your sexual fantasies with your friends can be beneficial. Friends to lovers. 
Warnings: smut, use of she/her pronouns, fem!reader, weed/smoking, use of pet names (babe, good girl, slut (affectionate), pretty girl, sweetheart), mostly dom!Eddie/sub!Reader dynamic, choking, spitting, fingering, piv, protected sex, I tried not to use any specific physical descriptors for y/n but let me know if I missed anything
Word Count: 6k
Eddie Munson x AFAB!reader (she/her pronouns), use of y/n
“Eddie, I swear if a blunt isn’t already rolled and a movie isn’t already playing I’m going to have a conniption!” you yell, storming through the unlocked front door of the Munson trailer residence. 
“Stop yelling, I’m already on it,” Eddie responds from his bedroom, door propped open at the end of the hallway, giving you the perfect passage to stomp down the length of the trailer and dramatically throw your body onto his unmade bed. You let out an exasperated groan as you let your limp, ragdoll body sink into his severely unwashed sheets, face pressed directly into the flannel. 
“Long day?” Eddie doesn’t look up from his rolling station as he questions you, receiving only another annoyed and muffled grunt from you in response, “You sounded pissed when you called earlier, I made sure to dig up my good stash, seems like you need it.” Another grunt from you, less annoyed this time. 
You had met Eddie around a year ago, having been introduced through your mutual friend Robin. You had been shocked when she became so close with her Scoops Ahoy coworker and former Hawkins King, Steve Harrington. But it was an entirely new level of shock when her, Steve, Nancy Wheeler, and Eddie Munson started hanging out. They were all so different
 but nice enough, and strangely got along despite the glaring differences, so you tried not to question it. 
After a handful of slightly confusing group hangs, you and Eddie had bonded over a shared love of loud music, bad movies, the devil’s lettuce, and a mutual appreciation for the others ability to speak without a filter about any and all topics. He was goofy, and fun, and completely unlike his former highschool reputation of being a blood drinking satan worshiper. So the two of you had regular movie nights or smoke sessions, and had become close friends since your introduction. 
“Are you going to tell me about your day while we smoke this or just lay there making noises like you're in The Evil Dead?” He swivels around in his desk chair, arching an eyebrow at you.
“Ugh, I’m sorry Eds. I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my boy problems, let's just smoke and you can distract me from my miserable existence,” you say with purposeful dramatic flair, throwing a hand across your forehead for effect. 
“Ahh well that’s where you have it all wrong, my dear y/n,” he meets your sarcastic tone, “I, Eddie Munson, am a certified boy, and happen to be an expert on all problems boy related, so spill it so I don’t have to deal with you huffing and puffing while we watch the movie.”
The two of you spark the joint up, him insisting you take the first hit like the gentleman he is. You settle back into a comfortable seat in the center of his bed, angling your exhales out his open bedroom window. 
“It’s just
.” you try to find the words to describe your predicament while handing him the joint, “every time I think it’s going well with a guy I say something wrong or weird and fuck it all up”
“Oh no, you scared off Glenn?” He asks, half sincere and half keeping the sarcastic tone from earlier. 
“His name was Greg-”
“That’s worse.”
“Well, anyways, he broke things off this afternoon. I know it was just sort of a fling or whatever, but we had been on like three and a half solid dates, and I thought it was going well, you know? Not that he was like prince charming or anything but I was having a good time, and I thought he was having a good time
” you trail off, not really wanting to get any further into the subject. 
“What’d you do to freak him out? Did you show him how you can flip your eyelids inside out? Cuz I will admit, that is kind of freaky.” You can tell he’s just trying to cheer you up, and it sort of is, you can give him credit for trying. 
“Its just annoying that everytime I get anywhere with a guy they end up being a giant blob of vanilla sexual nothingness,” the weed is definitely starting to hit, “like I can honestly settle for a life of half decent missionary as long as they’re actually getting me off, but I can’t just sit around while some guy with a name like Greg tells me I need to go to therapy because I want to get choked.”
You hadn’t realized what you’d said until you said it, just letting the frustrated rant leave your body. It wasn’t until you felt Eddit’s big brown eyes widen at you that you realized that was a bit of a dump of personal information to put onto a friend. 
“Sorry I-,” you start.
“No, it’s okay-,” Eddie immediately butts in.
“I just don’t know if it's something wrong with me, or
”
“Hey, don’t think that,” he snubbs out the end of the roach and looks at you, “you might be a total weirdo, and we both should be in therapy for a lot of reasons, but I promise you that expressing what you want in bed isn't one of them. Gordon can fuck off, because he probably didn’t deserve to choke you anyways.”
His seriousness took you off guard, as you had fully expected a half serious, witty comeback. Despite the incredibly awkward nature of the conversation, he actually was making you feel better. 
“Thanks Eds,” you flop back down onto his pillow, feeling your filter gone completely out the window with the weed you just smoked, “it’s just so frustrating, cuz like, I don't even really know if I like being choked or not. How the fuck am I supposed to figure out what I'm into if I can't even find someone to try shit out with me.” 
“Well, I mean-” he hops up off the bed surprisingly fast to the small desk against the wall, shuffling around pens and clutter, “hear me out”
He takes a clipboard with some DnD campaign sheet on it, flips it around to the blank backside, and turns to you with a pen in hand. 
“Here’s your chart, okay,” he starts to draw a line down the middle of the page, labeling the left side G and the right side R, “one side for giving, one side for receiving, and you’re gonna just write down all the stuff that might be a little out of the ordinary, or kinky, or whatever, that you might potentially be into.” He throws the clipboard and pen at you, now caught up in his own rant to register the confusion on your face. He draws up another chart and starts scribbling away on it. 
“No, fill it out,” he gestures to you, “cuz I’m gonna show you how easy this is.” You were just high enough to not really care anymore, and the fact that the conversation had gotten to this point was already embarrassing enough so you might as well roll with it. Once you start writing you find it easy to just list off all the things you wish you could tell every person you're with intimately that you would want them to do to you, finding your sheet suddenly full of messy statements. 
“Okay now we’re gonna take a different colored pen,” he tosses you one from his desk, grabbing your clipboard in the process “and swap sheets, and now you go through everything the other person wrote and next to it just write ‘yes, no, or maybe’ just on gut reaction of how you feel about it.”
You were suddenly so caught up in Eddit’s little worksheet activity that it almost doesn’t cross your mind that, oh my god, this is a written list of Eddie Munson’s kinks and, oh my god, he’s looking at your list too. You fought against the blood rushing to your cheeks and noticed he was too caught up in his own world to even notice that you were starting to feel embarrassed. You take a minute to collect your thoughts and proceed to follow his instructions, putting a small 'yes' next to most of his list items, with the occasional 'maybe' and 'no'. While your lists had a lot of similarities, he also had some things written down that you had never considered before. 'Overstimulation' for one. You felt lucky if the person you were sleeping with bothered to make you come at all, so it was something that had never crossed your mind. You felt your face getting hot again. 
He looks up at you, the same dopey grin on his face as always, no sign of the incredibly dirty information you had just exchanged getting to him at all. 
"You done?" He extends your clipboard back to you, and you avoid eye contact as you slide his sheet back across the bed to him. 
After taking a quick glance over your responses he looks back up at you, "See how easy that was! That took all of 5 minutes and now we have a comprehensive list of common sexual interests. Boom."
Your mouth suddenly felt too dry to form words. You take a look down at the sheet he had returned to you, noticing doodles and exclamation points scattered around his 'yes, no, and maybe' answers, some deduced to a simple Y, N, M, some with little hearts or devil horns drawn around the dirty statements. So distinctly Eddie. 
"You okay?" He started to pick up on your tenseness, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything." His eyes got big and apologetic, hands coming up defensively. "My stoned heart can't resist the urge for a good worksheet."
That broke the swarm of thoughts clouding your mind, you let out a sudden burst of laughter. "I'm sorry, what?" You say in between breathless giggles, "You? Lover of worksheets? Mister 'could hardly pass tenth grade American lit'." 
"Babe, I don't think you understand how much of being a Dungeon Master is just getting people to fill out worksheets correctly."
You furrow your eyebrows, slightly confused, having a general understanding of DnD, dice rolling and roleplay and all that, but not really knowing the details. 
"It's a lot of character sheets that keep track of abilities and stats, and the DM has to have tabs on everything that's happening and what might happen in the campaign, not to mention tracking hit points and damage..." he trails off. 
"Clearly a lot of transferable skills," you sarcastically lift the clipboard, giggling at how Eddie is the only person you know who could take such a serious thing and turn it into a silly game with points and markers. 
"Hey, don't make fun of me! It worked, didn't it? Now we know that if we were to proceed with sexual activity that," he looks down at the sheet, "choking, bondage, and spanking are on the table, or at least up for discussion." It amazed you how casually he could say those things, as you felt yourself physically tense up. "Now you just have to find someone in this shithole town cool enough to go through my genius worksheet process before fucking, and you're golden."
That took you aback. You'd be lying if you said that lunging across the room at him and jumping his bones wasn't the only thing on your mind since he initiated this stupid worksheet experiment. And you'd be lying if you said this was the first time you found yourself overwhelmingly attracted to him. You suddenly realized the possibility that this was all a big example, and not any real admission of sexual fantasies. 
"Are you making fun of me?" You ask back, "Like are these for real or was this a big example to make me feel better about Greg?" You gesture to his answers on your sheet, wondering if he had written down a bunch of arbitrary things to make an example or if he was genuinely into the same stuff as you.
"Sweetheart, as much of an asshole as I am, I would never joke about something so serious as" he takes another long glance down at your sheet and grabs an item, "you sitting on my face." His voice had a tinge of humor to it, but you could tell he meant it. 
"So you would-" you start, not sure how to make the first move, or put all of this theory on paper into any sort of reality, "you'd really like-"
"Oh..." he looked genuinely shocked, "I didn't mean to insinuate anything, I just-" he was now as flustered as you, "I don't want you to feel pressured, we can forget it, if that's what you want."
"Eds," you suddenly felt grounded in your voice, "I couldn't forget this even if I wanted to. Like, I'm looking at you now and all I can think about is how you'd theoretically be willing to tie me up and make me cum until I'm crying." Now it was his turn to get red in the face. "And where the fuck else in nowhere, Indiana am I going to find someone willing to do a pre-sex kink worksheet with me."
"So would you," you continue, "maybe want to try..."
"Yes, absolutely, definitely," he eagerly cut you off. You reach out across his bed, grabbing his hand and pulling him from his seat at the desk onto the bed with you. You quickly straddle his lap, placing your palms flat on his chest, suddenly harshly aware of the situation you've gotten yourself into. He leans up halfway, one hand propped beside him and the other coming up to cup your face, "You sure this is okay?"
You nod and lean into his touch, angling your head and slotting your parted lips with his. You found yourself sucked into his presence, not only falling deeper into the kiss, but feeling his hair tickle your cheek, his ripped denim under your thighs, the smell of his sheets and lingering smoke, the distinct coolness of his metal rings against your cheek. It was all so overwhelmingly Eddie. Finding yourself a bit breathless you pull away for a moment, still resting your forehead on his, noses gently grazing each other. 
"I think," he starts, voice barely above a whisper, "I think we should stop." You pull back suddenly, not expecting him to say that, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Nononono," he pulls your face back in, smushing your cheeks and planting a sloppy kiss on your pouty lips, "it's not that I don't want to keep going, I just think once we start I won't be able to hold myself back."
"What if I don't want you to," you lean in for another kiss, rolling your hips slightly on the growing bulge in his pants, "isn't that sort of the whole point of all this?"
A groan rumbles in the back of his throat, "fuck, babe, you can't just say shit like that," his words getting mumbled by your lips meeting. "But I want us to both be in a good headspace when we do this, yeah?" His thumb strokes your cheek. "I promise you I would love nothing more than have high sex with you, but what you're asking me to do, I think we should take a minute and get out of the clouds a bit, that okay? We can go watch a movie or something, we can still cuddle, maybe make some popcorn? And we can have high sex some other time, I promise, just not the first time."
"Mmhmm," you didn't like hearing it but you couldn't help the blush rising to your cheeks, he was so thoughtful, "since when are you so responsible?" You tease him and roll off his lap, hopping off the bed and sauntering into the living area. 
"I just don't want you to accidentally do anything you might regret. I know you're a smart girl but I couldn't live with myself if I ever felt like I took advantage of your high and horny state." He adjusted his painfully hard crotch and shuffled into the kitchen to throw some popcorn into the microwave.
"You're sweet," you lean your head against the back of the couch to watch as he pours you each a glass of juice and grabs a large bowl for the popcorn. 
"So have you done all that stuff before?" You ask as he sits down next to you.
"Hmm?" his mouth is full, and he starts flipping through the stack of movies. 
"All that stuff on your list," you angle your body towards him, "is that stuff you've actually done that you enjoyed, or are you like me." He gives you a look. "Hey just because we can't fuck right now doesn't mean I can't ask you questions," you respond before he can say anything. 
"You just aren't making this easy for me," he gestures to the bulge pressing against the inside of his thigh, your eyes linger a little too long on it. "But I've done some of it, but mostly like you, just fantasies, stuff I’ve seen in porn. I'm not a virgin or anything, but most of the sex I've had I was just happy to be there, so I wasn't really in any position to make demands if you catch my drift." 
"What about those handcuffs on your headboard?" You ask as he pops the movie in, Alien, he knew it was one of your favorites. 
"Those are for ambiance," he confidently slings his arm around your shoulder as he sits back, pulling you into his side, "plus if I was gonna restrain your hands I would definitely just use my bandana. The key to those cuffs always gets jammed, it's kind of a bitch."
Your movie nights with Eddie were never quite this intimate, but he was a relatively touchy person. You learned pretty quickly not to take any of his flirtations seriously, as he did them to just about everyone. A squeeze on the shoulder, a friendly hug that lasts a little too long, resting his chin on top of your head and wrapping his arms around your shoulders to make himself feel tall. Any spark of a crush you had on him was snubbed out when you realized that he was just like that with everyone, which was incredibly endearing, but not very helpful when trying to catch a signal. This time you felt comfortable to cuddle right up to him, tucking yourself into his side and resting the weight of your head on his shoulder while Ripley tentatively maneuvered around the spaceship on screen. 
As your high wore off, and the swarm of horny thoughts from earlier subsided as you watched the movie, you felt yourself drifting off. It wasn't your fault, Eddie was just so warm and you felt so cozy curled up next to him. Before you could even fight off the sleepy feeling, you realized you had already drifted off and he was carrying you to bed. He carefully took off your shoes and got you tucked into his bed. 
"You wanna sleep here, we can spend tomorrow together too, I'm not busy. Maybe do some of that stuff we talked about?" He whispers as your eyes flutter open. 
"Mmmm that would be nice," you shimmy out of your pants, deciding your t-shirt and underwear would make sufficient pajamas, "as long as you keep cuddling me." You extend your arms out to him and make a grabby motion. 
"Well I couldn't say no to that," he strips down to his boxers and slides into bed behind you, wrapping you up as the little spoon as you fall into a comfortable sleep. 
You wake up the next morning with one of Eddie's curls halfway in your mouth. He was still wrapped around you, arms and legs tangled with yours and pressing tightly into your back with each deep breath. You attempted to wiggle out of his grasp without waking him, but after shifting around a bit he just pulled you in tighter, rubbing his half hard crotch into your ass. You really couldn't blame him, considering he was knocked out and the two of you had fallen asleep with an incredibly high level of unresolved sexual tension. So you push back into him a bit, letting him bury his head in the crook of your neck.  
“Ysmfff nnnsss,” he mumbles into your shoulder, pushing his nose up into the junction of your neck.
“Hmmm?” You take his hand and wrap it around your front, lacing your fingers together.
“You smell nice,” he says a bit more clearly, voice gravely and low. Fuck. You press your thighs together and lean back into his laying body. His hand was absentmindedly tracing lines on your body, his fingertips running from your rib cage down to the sides of your thighs.
Fingertips become flat, open palms and mumbled compliments quickly become wet lips sucking into your neck. You had originally wanted to get up and fix yourself, maybe have some breakfast, but all of that was completely out the window once you felt his teeth nipping at your earlobe, and his hands pressed firmly on your hips. 
Deciding that you’ve had enough of his teasing you quickly roll over and trap his hips under yours, thighs caging him in and hands resting on his shoulders. You pick up right where you had left off last night, grinding your hips down into his erection and making a trail of open mouthed kisses from his collar bone to his neck. His grip on your hips tightened as you lazily started making out, slipping your tongue into his mouth as if it belonged there. 
A low sign comes from his chest and you pull back to meet his eyes. A wide grin breaks out across his cheeks and a mischievous hint in his eye makes you raise an eyebrow.
“It’s funny that you think you’re in charge right now,” he all but laughs, voice somehow steady and confident. You felt if you tried to respond it would begin with a pathetic whimper, so you close your mouth and lean back down to continue. 
However, he suddenly flips you over, knocking some air out of you as he presses you into the mattress. One hand anchors your hip to the bed, the other slipped behind your neck, his thumb traveling across your cheek in circles that felt too tender considering his rock hard erection pressing into your thigh. 
“This is what you want, right?” His knee slots in between your legs to put some pressure on your center, a short gasp escaping you as he does, “You’re gonna let me be rough with you?”
“Mmmm yes, Eddie please,” your eyelashes flutter as he presses down a bit harder, the hand on your neck studying itself into a firm grasp. 
“Good girl,” he grabs your chin and angles your head up towards his gaze, “when I ask you a question I want verbal answers, words, okay?”
You nod and then quickly realize, “yes, I understand,” your voice barely above a whisper.
“And what about a safe word? Just in case anything is too much, wouldn't want to hurt you, at least not in a good way.” Your cunt clenches on nothing at his words. 
“I don’t know, I’ve never had one before,” you look around his room for inspiration, “anthrax?”
He laughs, breaking the tension, “Anthrax? You’re too cute. How about something a little easier, yeah? Red for stop, yellow for slow down?”
“Okay, yeah,” you nod, wanting him to get on with it. 
“No, repeat it back to me,” his voice was stern, and you couldn't help but feel turned on by it. 
“If I say red, you stop, and yellow, you slow down,” you try to keep your voice level, but it was tough with the pressure building between your legs, “and the same goes for you too, if you want to stop.” 
With that the hand behind your neck slowly moves so his thumb now rests across the front of your throat, almost giving you what you had asked for, but not quite. You let your hips wriggle around, trying to find some sort of friction on his leg. 
“Now, there’s an awful lot of things on those lists I’d like to do to you,” his hand on your hip slowly starts moving towards where you want him most, “and I’m going to try and get through as many as we can, but I’ll be a gentleman and let you pick what you want first.”
Your head spins at his statement, how could you feel so needy already, he hasn’t even touched you. “Eddie please,” you whine out, hips bucking up towards his hand, “please touch me.”
He cocks his head to the side, as if to ask “that’s all?” and you know he wants you to ask for it, so you do. “And choke me, please.”
The building tension snaps, the dam breaks, and a feral noise slips out of him as he dips his hand into your sopping underwear, fingers easily slipping through your wet cunt, and his other hand secures itself on the front of your throat, applying gentle pressure to either side of your neck. 
Any insecurity you may have had about being in this vulnerable state in front of Eddie, or seeming too needy or desperate, was far gone. A moan gasps out of your parted lips, eyebrows coming together as your brain hurries to catch up with what your body is feeling. After gathering some of your slick onto his fingers, and a few passing circles rubbed to your clit, he easily sinks his middle and ring finger into you past the knuckle, and your head arches back with closed eyes as you relish in the feeling. 
“That’s it, there you go,” he coos at you, almost condescendingly, “who knew such a good girl was secretly such a dirty slut, begging to be choked.” His fingers shallowly pumped in and out of you, curling up to make your head spin and your breath catch in your throat. 
“Open,” he says with authority, and without a second thought you’re opening your mouth for him. His thumb comes up from the side of your neck to pull along your bottom lip. He leans over, effectively pushing his fingers deeper into you, and lets a trail of spit fall from his mouth to yours. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and he can't help the cocky smirk that flashes across his face. His thumb dips onto your saliva covered tongue, and you close your mouth to swallow the wetness and suck on his digit. 
“You’re fucking perfect,” his resolve breaks for a moment, “can’t believe those other guys didn’t want to have you like this, I’m so fucking lucky.”
His thumb was rubbing deliberate circles on your clit, and you could now say with confidence that yes, you most certainly were into being choked. 
“Can I take this off?” He tugs the hem of your shirt up and you finish the job for him, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side without a second thought. 
“Please, Eddie, I need more, need you to fuck me,” you could feel the tension building in your core from his fingers, but couldn’t chase the possibility of him pounding into you fast enough. 
“What’s the rush babe, we’ve got all day,” he knew that wasn’t the answer you wanted, and continued working you up with his fingers, “and I don’t think you’ve earned my cock yet. Show me how good you can be and come all pretty for me on my fingers, then maybe I’ll think about giving you what you want.” 
His two middle fingers curled perfectly up into you, rolling and pressing perfectly into that spot that made you see stars. His thumb worked your clit, not too hard or fast, just enough to steadily get you closer to where you wanted to be. The hand formerly on your throat couldn't help but migrate down to show your exposed tits some attention. Eddie noticed you clench down on his fingers when he gave one of your nipples a pinch, loving the way your mouth hung open as if you were dumbstruck with pleasure.  
Lowering his head down to replace his hand, sucking the flesh of your tit into his mouth and moving his hand back up to your neck, where he knew you wanted it, he asks, “Can I mark you up?” He knew it had been on your list, but wanted to double check before leaving anything semi-permanent. 
He feels your walls clamp down at his question, knowing your answer before you say it. “Yes, fuck, yes Eddie please.” Giving him the green light to suck a deep purple mark onto the underside of your breast. It was suddenly the perfect storm of stimulation. His hand applying gentle but firm pressure onto your neck, lips and teeth attacking your chest with unrestrained enthusiasm, and those damn fingers pushing a bit harder and faster as he felt you getting worked up. 
You knew it was coming soon, the familiar pit in your lower stomach teetering on the edge. “Eddie, I’m close, I’m gonna, can I please-”
“Does my pretty girl want to come? Go ahead, be good and soak my fingers.” 
His words were all it took to push you over the edge, your back arching as pleasure washed over you. As if he could get any harder, Eddie felt his cock strain at the sight and sound of you falling apart for him. The sloppy sounds of his fingers working you through your orgasm mixed with your whiny moans were now permanently seared into his brain. He couldn't help but come up to kiss you as the final pules of your orgasm rippled through you, letting his fingers stall deep inside you as you rode it out. 
You found yourself breathless, chest heaving as you watched Eddie delicately pull his fingers from your quivering center and lift them up to his lips for a long and deliberate suck. You felt like you could come again at the sight. He gives you a bit of space, leaning back to sit up on his knees in between your spread legs. 
“You okay? Was that good?” You’d think he was being smug, but his tone was genuine. You giggle, as if there wasn't a sticky wet patch on the sheets beneath you from your pulsing cunt. 
“Yes,” you sigh out, “that was really fucking good Eddie, thank you. I’ve never finished just from someone’s hand before.” 
He flashes you a goofy smile, the sexual aura shedding from his face as the silly everyday Eddie breaks through for a moment. “Guitar fingers,” he holds them up and wiggles them, still damp from a mixture of your slick and his saliva. You can't help but let a chuckle out, closing your eyes and covering your face with your hands. 
You bite your lip and sit up a bit, reaching out to the tent in Eddie’s boxers. “Can I?” you can’t imagine how pent up he must feel after not being touched this whole time. 
“Yes,” he sighs out, scooting closer and slipping his boxers down his hips to free his aching cock. 
You gather some wetness from your dripping center onto your hand before stroking his dick, giving it a few gentle and slow tugs. A deep exhale escapes him, and you can tell he’s being patient and holding back. 
“Eds,” his eyes open and meet yours, “as much as I’d like your pretty dick in my mouth, I really can’t wait any longer to have you inside me.” 
He had you pinned back underneath him in a second, furiously kissing your open mouth, teeth tugging on your swollen lower lip. He tried his best to multitask, using his unoccupied hand to root around in his bedside drawer for a condom. You noticed his attention shift, and moved down to kiss and lick along the tattoo on his shoulder to give him a moment to sort through the clutter. 
He quickly finds what he’s looking for and removes the condom from the shiny foil wrapper. Your lip tucks itself under your teeth as you watch him roll it down his impressive length. 
“You can, um-” you start, suddenly feeling shy for some reason, “you can be rough with me again, like before, I- I really liked it.” 
He slides your underwear down your legs and tosses them over his shoulder. His hand scoops the underside of your knee up to push your leg back, and begins sliding the tip of his dick through your folds. Teasing you, he rubs it across your clit a few times and shallowly inserts the tip before pulling it back out and repeating. 
“I know you liked it babe,” he sinks a little deeper, “you came so fucking hard, I could feel your pretty cunt squeezing my fingers every time I choked you a little harder.” He pushes deeper, a little more than halfway in at this point, your mouth drops open and breathing picks up speed. “But thanks for letting me know.” With that he sinks all the way down, filling you up. 
One of his hands remains tucked under your leg, keeping you spread wide open for him, the other coming to rest beside your head as he leans over you, his curls draping around your head like a curtain. A few experimental strokes, and a satisfied moan from you give him all the permission he needs to start fucking into you and a deep and relentless pace. It wasn’t particularly fast, but the way he made sure his cock was shoved all the way inside you with each thrust, punctuating each thrust with an extra roll forward of his hips. 
Overwhelmed with pleasure, your body squirms underneath him, your other leg squeezing around him on its own accord. Sitting up on his thighs, he lands a swift slap to the inside of your thigh, your most pornagraphic moan slipping out yet, and your leg falls back, only to be pinned down with his free hand. He now had you completely splayed out for him, cunt sucking him back in with every thrust. Your tits moved in the most glorious way every time he moved into you, he didn’t think this could get any better and yet it somehow keeps getting better. You’re shaking, the bed is shaking, to be honest, the whole trailer is probably shaking. His grip on the flesh of your thighs will surely leave some little fingerprint sized bruises, hopefully nice and splotchy to match the number of hickies he left on your chest. 
“So fucking gorgeous,” his words come out from deep in his chest, “taking me so well.”
Before you could react, he pulled out of you and flipped your body over. Never having been manhandled quite like this, you just let your body go limp as he positioned your hips up to sink back into you. This new position had your eyes rolling back into your head, as his thick cock split you open and reached a new place deep inside of you.
“Ohmygodfuck, Eddie, please,” you try to push your ass back onto him, but his iron grip on your hips keeps you moving at his pace. 
“Please what?” his hips snap into you to punctuate the question, “what do you want baby?”
He continued to fuck into you at a steady pace, you gained the strength to prop your upper half up with your arms, now on all fours for him. “Want you to choke me again,” you tried your best to lean back into him, “you don’t have to hold back, I want you to be rough.”
His hand tangles itself into your hair, pulling your head back to make eye contact with him. He looks absolutely fucked out, and you’re sure you look worse. He snakes his other hand around your torso, using his arm to support your body weight as you lean bath, his hand wrapping around your neck again to fulfill your request. 
Your back nearly presses against his sweaty chest as he holds you up, managing to continue fucking you at the same pace from this new angle. 
“You like this?” He tugs on your hair a bit harder, “Greedy girl wants to come again?”
“You feel so good inside me Eds,” you sound like you’re on the verge of tears, “please give it to me”
He releases your hair and continues to support your upper half, while allowing those glorious guitar fingers to find your clit. You throw your head back against his shoulder when he starts rubbing tight circles onto you, your hips jerking against his with every thrust. 
“I wanna feel you come all over my cock,” his voice hardley sounded like his own, deep and desperate, “I want to feel all of it.”
He could feel himself getting close too, but he knew he wanted to make sure you got there first. The grip on your neck tightened, the hardest he’s choked you yet, a deep satisfied groan leaving your chest. You didn’t have any time to warn him about your orgasm, not that you could in your current state anyways. It hit you like a ton of bricks. Your thighs began violently shaking, and he didn’t let up on rubbing your clit while you convulsed around him. The strangled moan that you managed to let out made his cock twitch inside you. You lost all coherent thought and could only focus on the feeling of his hands on you, his cock inside you, and his presence overwhelming your senses. 
Letting go of your neck he allows you to fall forward onto your forearms, slowing his movements on your clit. You took a second to regain composure, but hardly slipped out of your orgasmic state before you started pushing your hips back into him, not wanting him to stop fucking you for even a second. 
Grabbing your hips, he fucked into you so hard you could probably hear the slapping of your hips together from down the road. “Holy fucking shit,” his words come out all slurred together, and with a few more sloppy thrusts you can feel him unload into the condom inside you, a warmth spreading through your lower half as his grip got more gentile and his breathing became more steady. 
All you could manage to do was fall forward, flopping down onto the bed as he pulled out of you, catching your breath. 
“You okay sweetheart?” he exhales deeply while rolling the condom off.
Your face is turned to the side, only being able to see him out of your peripheral vision. You give him a weak thumbs up and a muffled “mhmmmm really good.”
He tosses the tied off condom into a waste basket, and quickly slips out of the room leaving you on his bed like a fucked out starfish. Before you can complain, he’s back with a big glass of water for the two of you to share, and a wet napkin to wipe down any mess. 
“Thank you,” you mumble while chugging the water he had handed you, “that was- yeah- for everything, thank you.”
“No need to thank me,” he takes the water from you and proceeds to finish the glass, “pretty sure we only got through like two or three list items so
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“I’d still count it as a success though,” you lay back, his arm now draped around your shoulders, “you’ve helped me successfully evaluate my curiosity about choking, which was sort of the whole problem to begin with.”
“I suppose that’s true,” he laughs, “it wasn’t too much?”
“It was perfect Eds, thank you for taking such good care of me.” He kisses the top of your head , “Honestly you can be even rougher next time.”
“Next time?” his voice sounds eager, like he’s pleased to hear you mention the prospect of doing this again. 
“Of course,” you turn to him, “like you said, we still have a ton of items on the list to get through, both lists actually. Only if you want to, obviously.”
That signature smile that scrunches up his face appears, “Now that you mention it, grab those clipboards for me, I have some more ideas to add
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female reader
Summary: An innocent game of teasing your best friend Eddie drives him to the point of obsession and lust. Taboo as it may be, Eddie Munson can’t seem to keep his hands to himself when it comes you, his best friend who he's fallen head over heels for
Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, Eddie is really slutty & irresistible, soft dom Eddie, condescending mean Eddie that's obsessed with reader, Eddie being a sweetheart too, mentions of Ronance, sneaky sex *Steve is in the same room as it’s happening, a lot of other sexy things that I want to be a surprise, etc.
Author's Note: This was originally going to be short & sweet, but I got too into it. Oh, and make sure to comment & reblog if you liked it. It really helps and encourages me to share my writing. Enjoy! <3
There’s been a change in Eddie Munson lately that you couldn’t ignore. Ever since you started hosting Friday get togethers at your new house, Robin and Nancy being your roomates, you noticed Eddie started looking at you differently. Robin and Nancy were too busy being lovebirds to note this change in behavior, but Steve was all too perceptive. The last two times he pulled you to the side to ask if there was anything going on between you two.
"No, we're just friends. I know he's been...off lately, but it's probably nothing."
"Maybe he has a crush on you," Steve nudges your elbow with a smile, you scoff at this.
"He does not," you assure Steve, laughing it off.
"He's been doing more than just staring you know, I see the way he passes you in tight spaces and always wants to sit next to you on our movie nights. And he stares at your ASS, like constantly. You need to talk to him, because if he's making you uncomfortable I'll kick his a-"
You interrupt Steve, "Don't. I'll handle this, I'll talk to him next week on movie night. Besides, I don't really mind it that much," you shrug and cross your shoulders, trying to sound nonchalant about this admission.
The truth was you really didn't mind at all, in fact, Eddie's longing looks and lingering touches ignited something in you. It was thrilling when he did it. Two weeks ago Eddie offered to help you cook dinner, hovering over you as you stirred the pasta. Eddie had dipped his head onto your shoulder and held onto your hip pressing himself to your ass, sniffing the pot of pasta, his head lolling over to ask you if you thought it needed more garlic salt.
"I don't know, what do you think? You think it smells edible?" You couldn't concentrate with him this close, much less answer truthfully. Your head was clouded with the closeness of him, the heat from the pasta fanning both of your faces. You felt warm in more than one place.
Eddie took the spoon and had you taste test, "hmm, maybe oregano," you answered.
"Here you got a little something," Eddie used his thumb to wipe away some sauce from the corner of your mouth, then proceeded to lick his thumb. It was almost pornographic the way he did it, sucking on his thumb for a brief moment that felt like forever. In that moment all you wanted to do was ask him to put his fingers in your mouth.
Then there was the time Steve offered to take everyone to the lake, Robin and Nancy had a date night already planned so they were out. But that left you, Eddie, and Steve being the only ones going.
"So, whose the third wheel in this situation," Steve joked while driving Eddie's van to the lake, you were in the passenger seat and Eddie was in the back. Eddie seemed to be distracted doodling in his notebook, maybe he was writing something, you weren't sure.
"No one's third wheeling, god, uneven numbers don't mean shit," you say rolling your eyes at Steve.
"You say that, but someone always feels left out when there's only three. Robin and Nancy somehow even it all out, maybe it's because Robin has enough personality to fill a room and make everyone feel included, and special, you know?"
"You're just pissy because Robin couldn't come," you tell Steve, he rolls his eyes right back at you and laughs.
"No shit, she's my best friend. I guess I'm still not used to not giving her rides everywhere, ever since Nancy got a car I feel like I don't see her anymore. It blows, but hey, seeing her less means I get to see more of you. That's always a plus," Steve says, and you're never really sure if he sees you as a potential love interest or just flirts casually. Either way, it made you blush a little.
"Yeah, you think so?" You say, blushing in the passenger seat.
"I know so," Steve smirks, glancing over at you and your heart jumps a little.
Eddie pipes up from the back, "get a god damn room, jesus christ," he tries to hide the hurt in his voice. The thought of you with Steve made him jealous, even though Eddie had a crush on Steve, he couldn't help being so drawn to you.
Steve pulls into a nearby gas station, "do you guys need anything, snacks, drinks? It's on me."
"I'm good," you say.
"Cherry coke," Eddie answers, Steve nods and shuts the drivers door, leaving you and Eddie alone in silence.
Eddie's the first one to talk, of course, "why do you get the front seat and I sit in the back?"
"What, do you wanna trade or something. I don't mind," you say turning to Eddie. Eddie's wearing a white tshirt and black swim shorts, you've never really seen him this casual and it's sort of taking you aback but you try not to stare too much at the way his white tshirt is see-through enough to show his tats underneath.
"We can both sit up front, how about that," Eddie lights up with the idea.
"How does that even work," you ask, a sassy tone resonating in your voice.
"I'll show you," Eddie says climbing out of the back and opening up the passenger door, climbing in and lifting you up to place you on his between his spread legs. "See, now it's fair, we both get to sit next to King Steve."
You can't help but notice how Eddie's hands rest on your knees, drawing little circles. For once, you're speechless and little do you know, it will take a week to process what happens at the lake.
It was nightfall and the three of you had made a fire, made smores and hot dogs, telling ghost stories and drinking wine and beer. When it hit 12 am Steve refused to sleep in the van like Eddie suggested because, "If I'm going to camp, I'm going to do it the old fashioned way on the ground in my sleeping bag. Enjoy the van, I'm sleeping next to the fire."
"Good for you, Harrington," Eddie says crawling into the back of the van where he had set up an air mattress with blankets and pillows, I'm not big and strong like you."
"Goodnight, kids" Steve says playfully before cuddling up in his sleeping back next to the dying fire.
"Are you coming," Eddie asks, you're standing right outside of the van, cursing yourself for not bringing a sleeping back. Eddie stretches a hand to meet yours and you take it, hopping in the back of the van with him where he shuts the doors and it becomes increasingly clear how close you two were on the edge of the air mattress.
"Thanks, by the way," you blurt aloud, "I don't really like the idea of sleeping on the ground anyways," you hold a pillow to your chest. You're wearing your bikini from the lake swim, feeling a little self conscious from the lack of clothes.
"Do you want my shirt," Eddie asks, taking his shirt off and handing it to you.
"Sure, thanks," you start to put it over your bikini but Eddie stops you midway.
"You shouldn't sleep in wet clothes, you'll get a cold. You should probably take this off," Eddie says tugging at your bikini string, untying the top for you and tossing it to the side of the air mattress.
You scoff in flustered disbelief, Eddie speaks up again, "put it on, sweetheart," referring to his tshirt. You did so, thinking that was the end of that. But Eddie wasn't done yet, he had to make you more flustered to make up for witnessing you and Steve flirt on and off throughout the night. It was driving him fucking crazy.
"This too," Eddie pulls the string to your bikini bottoms, tossing them on the mattress and fiddling around in his bag for a pair of his boxers. You're speechless as Eddie climbs over top of you and dresses you in his blue boxers. It felt so intimate, being undressed, and then dressed in his clothes. It was exhilarating as much as it was caring. Eddie had already changed out of his swim shorts and into sweats.
"Thank you," is the first thing you can think to say to Eddie, he's hovering over you, staring at how cute you look in his clothes. He thinks he could probably get off to just seeing you in his clothes alone. The thought of jerking off over you while he stared down at your body crossed his mind, the way your face would look so cute and shocked at the vulgar act. But he pushed the thought aside and put the idea in his spank bank for later.
"Don't mention it," Eddie says laying down next to you, "you're probably cold, aren't you?"
"Well yeah, the lake was freezing," you answer and then Eddie's pulling you to his chest to keep you both warm. You two were face to face and your jaw was agape at how forward and casual he was being simultaneously, Eddie laughs quietly and touches your chin. "What, cat got your tongue? What's wrong, honey? You can tell me," Eddie says in a mocking tone, his hand grabbing your ass shamelessly. He felt this was more subtle than jerking off over your body. "We're just two friends trying to keep each other warm, don't be weird," he's smirking at you and all you can think about is kissing that smart ass smirk off his face. It didn't help he was only wearing his sweats, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. It was time you one-upped his antics with your own.
You shiver, "I'm really scared, Eddie. Do you think it's safe to sleep in the woods like this, we're basically the textbook definition of victims in slasher movies right now. Can you hold me?"
The question stopped Eddie dead in his tracks, you asking him to hold you wasn't something he saw coming. "Oh, you're scared, huh" Eddie said in a mocking tone, jutting out his bottom lip in a pouted frown. "Poor baby, you're scared of the dark, aren't you? C'mere sweetheart, I'll protect you," Eddie said with a wolfish grin spread across his face. You didn't hesitate to jump into his arms, hugging his chest and burying it there for comfort.
"Thank you, Eddie," you say breathlessly and now he decides he's fucked. You were perfect. The more this happened, the more it didn't feel like a fun little cat and mouse game anymore. Eddie's feelings for you were real, the way he felt about you made that clear. But Eddie decided to stay in character, risking telling you his feelings just felt too...vulnerable? He didn't know, he'd never quite felt this way about anyone before. It was all new to him, the feeling of never wanting to let go and risk loosing everything. He wanted you to be his everything, but he forced himself to play it safe anyways.
"You are really cold, wouldn't want you to catch hypothermia," Eddie says, hands trailing up your shirt to grope your breasts and roaming down your hips leaving a trail of fire where he touched you. It felt like your whole body was on vibrate, "has anyone ever touched you there?" Eddie's said this while he snapped your underwear to your skin and you yelped in surprise.
"Ow, Eddie. I don't know what you mean," you said, the clueless act had Eddie's head in a spiral. He didn't know if you playing the same game he was to keep this going, to keep the excitement at a high.
"What are you saying, Princess? No one's ever been here, not even Steve," Eddie says teasing you, his finger tracing your slit over your underwear.
"No, Eddie. He hasn't," you kiss his jaw, "let's just go to sleep please."
"So he's never fucking touched you at all then, don't lie to me," Eddie's voice rises and he's clearly mad over something he's only imagined.
"We've hugged, that's it," you admit, that was a half lie. You and Steve had kissed but it was experimental and you both laughed about it afterwards, meaningless flirting suited your friendship you both decided. Steve did teach you how to kiss though, he insisted upon it, he kept saying how he knew all of these tricks and taught them all to you. It was hot, but still you only saw the flirting as just the way your friendship was, it was never serious, only fun. Eddie didn't see the flirting between you and Steve as fun and carefree though, he was jealous, jealous he couldn't have you for one. And jealous he couldn't have Steve either, but soon, he decided his hormones were driving him mad and there wasn't much else to do about it besides watch you like a hawk and to always be around so nothing happened between you two.
"Liar," Eddie says gritting his teeth, his hand sliding into your underwear to play with your clit while he seethed.
"Eddie what are you doing," you say, your pussy throbbing at the mere thought of Eddie being jealous, and the feeling of him inside your underwear made you hot. Suddenly, the freezing lake's cold wrath was gone, all you could feel was fire.
"You like it though, you like making me angry. That's why I have to punish you, baby, I'm sorry," Eddie said sinking two fingers in your hole, curling just right and just deep enough to make you squirm in his grasp. Eddie's other arm held you close to him, imprisoning your body to his.
"I'm sorry," you said and kissed Eddie softly, your moth open and welcoming his tongue. Eddie moaned into your mouth and wondered how experienced your really were, you knew how to kiss, that was certain. But the way you did it so eagerly, your tongue pushing his, and the way you sucked on his bottom lip made him groan.
"You're about to be fucking sorry, don't give me that pouty lip," Eddie fucked your pussy with his fingers relentlessly, wishing it was his dick instead. "On second thought, you shouldn't even get to wear my clothes. Take them off, now."
"Eddie please, why are you being so mean. This isn't fair I'm not lying," you say, but you were and he could fucking feel it in the way you stammered.
"Did you hear me, strip. Take off my fucking clothes before I make you," Eddie said, anger in his voice. You were so turned on your pussy squeezed his fingers and he gasped, "fuck, did you just squeeze me?God, that's so fucking hot. Now be a good girl and take these off," Eddie bit his lip, completely blissed out at the way you moaned his name and how wet you were for him. It was just like heaven.
"No!" You said, "you can't make me sleep naked!"
Eddie furrowed his brows, it was clear you were a brat and needed to be bossed around to get off. "Fine, I'll do it then," Eddie rolled you onto your back and tore your clothes off, he had never been this hot and bothered before and it was overwhelming but freeing. "You're sleeping naked with me as your punishment, when you decide to be a good girl for me I'll let you wear my whole fuckin' closet." Eddie hovered above you, pinning both of your wrists with his ringed hands, staring down at your naked body. Then the idea from earlier popped into his head again, he was going to jerk off over your body he couldn't resist the idea.
"Stay like that," Eddie said pulling his sweats down so his cock sprang free. Something in you couldn't help but wish he would fuck you right then, but Eddie started jerking off instead, staring at you. His cock hitting your stomach as he pumped it in his hand. "I'm going to come on your pussy, fuck baby you look so beautiful," Eddie spread your folds open with his fingers. Rutting against your clit with the head of his cock, "touch yourself for me." You did, you moaned Eddie's name and he lost control, your pussy covered in his come.
"Fuck," Eddie exclaimed, laying down beside you, scooping you up in his arms so your ass was to his front. Eddie sank two of his fingers in your hole, playing with the come on the outside and occasionally pushing the come inside you.
The two of you curled up into a blanket the rest of the night, Eddie fell asleep with his fingers inside you. You fell asleep speechless and wanting more.
Now it was movie night at your place again, it was dark and all the lights were out as you all watched The Shining for the fifth time. Robin and Nancy went to bed early, like usual whenever Nancy had work early the next morning. Steve was passed out on the loveseat, arms crossed over his chest, sleeping like someone's father that said "I'm just resting my eyes," then fell into a deep slumber, minus the snores.
Eddie had made a point to sit close to you, draping his arm around the couch adjacent to the loveseat. When Robin and Nancy went off to bed, Eddie seemed to inch closer and closer until he was thigh to thigh with you.
"Are you cold," Eddie asked you, his arm moving to hold your waist, pulling you closer for warmth.
"Yeah, it's always really chilly in this room," you drape your leg over Eddie's thigh as casually as you can manage.
Eddie's eyes drop to your thigh, taking in the sight of your tiny pj shorts that left little to the imagination. "I can warm you up," Eddie said eagerly. You bit your lip and nodded at him.
Movie nights were like sleepovers occasionally, Eddie was dressed in only a pair of boxers like usual. It was normal, Steve wore his old basketball shorts shirtless too, it's not like Eddie was being inappropriate. He was comfortable in your home, that's the way it was supposed to be. You only wondered if having these thoughts about your best friend was also the way it was supposed to be. All you could think about was the way he was in the van, you wanted to see that side of Eddie again.
Eddie reached behind him to grab a fuzzy throw blanket and placed it over you two, his hand going back to squeeze your waist, and then your thigh, rubbing you there. His eyes were trained on the movie, trying to look distracted while his hand kept inching toward your heat. Suddenly Eddie's hand rested on your clothed pussy, his fingers curling so that you could feel his middle finger poking at your hole slightly, still unmoving to do anything else, the two of you stayed that way for a few minutes in silence, neither of you saying anything like it wasn't happening. You felt your chest rise shallowly and your hand reached inside Eddie's boxers where your hand rested on his hard cock.
Eddie took this as a chance to slip his hand inside your shorts, his middle and index fingers curled inside your pussy. Your hand moved under the covers, stroking him while you two kept your eyes fixated on the movie. But all you could think about was how Eddie's fingers were slowly fucking your underneath the blanket.
"You're so warm. Do you wanna cuddle, I need more heat," Eddie said, what he really meant was he needed more of your heat, specifically the heat between your thighs.
"Mhm," you lay down, Eddie spoons you from behind, covering you two up with the blanket and making sure Steve was still asleep.
Eddie nuzzles into your neck and kisses you, his hands reach up to cup your tits. Eddie keep one hand up your shirt, his other hand pulling your shorts off, all the sudden you feel Eddie's cock slot between your thighs. You gasp and Eddie covers your mouth and shushes you, "shh, this is the best part, sweetheart," Eddie refers to the movie while his fingers work your clit expertly. Eddie kisses your cheek and then your mouth, "need you to keep every part of me warm, hm?" Eddie whispers this into your ear, then slams his cock into your wet hole, wanting nothing more than to hear you moan with his hand over your mouth. Slow, hot, and wet strokes of Eddie's cock fills you while he keeps his hand over your mouth to keep you from waking up Steve.
"I've wanted this for so long, baby. You have no idea how long I've waited to feel this pussy, I knew you'd be ready for me. I can't seem to keep my eyes off you ever since you sat on my lap two months ago when we were playing cards. I know you didn't mean to, but you kept wiggling around. I know you felt my dick digging into your ass, that's when the secret touches started. You didn't tell anyone about that, did you?"
You shake your head no, you didn't tell Steve about the touches and when it actually started. You knew he wanted you, it was all about the back and forth game you two were playing, the secrecy. He'd touch you accidentally, and you'd do the same back, feigning innocence to keep the ongoing game more exciting. You had him on edge, waiting for the right moment to act on the desires that clouded both of your minds.
Eddie's hand still clasped over your mouth he spoke about that first night, "at first, I thought it was an accident. But once you felt my cock get hard you kept wiggling and then you, fuck- you really started humping my thigh. You rode my fucking thigh when everyone was too drunk to notice, I jerked off in your bedroom that night. Hand down my pants, I came in my own pants. I stained my underwear and left early, holding my jacket over my front. You knew exactly what you were doing, don't act so surprised that you love my cock inside you. You've been waiting for it for so long," Eddie whispered in your ear, giving you full body chills.
Eddie spoke again, "when I let go of your mouth, don't make any noise. Just do what I say, and I might go easy on you." You do what he says and turn to face him, he turns you around to face him and hikes your leg over his hip and you sink down onto him, letting Eddie fuck you as fast and hard as he wants. You can't help yourself, you smother Eddie in kisses all over his chest, neck, and end at his lips, you suck on his tongue and you can hear a deep moan come from him. The two of you go wide-eyed and glance to see Steve stirring under his covers, you and Eddie pretend you're sleeping, Eddie covering both of you up to your necks. You two close your eyes and pretend to have fallen asleep, cuddling innocently, as Steve wakes up and makes his way to the guest bedroom.
You start to move but Eddie grabs your ass with vigor and slams you back down on him, "I didn't say to move, baby. Be a good girl and don't torture me any longer, please." It's demanding, but mainly pleading of him. Eddie's desperate to keep this going for as long as possible.
"I'm not going anywhere, Eddie," you kiss his cheek and Eddie smiles at you, wide and Cheshire-like, like he's up to something.
"So you're saying you're my little cockwarmer now, guess that's better than cock-tease," he chuckles and you swat his arm. "Hey, I like you whether you're a cockwarmer or cock-tease, as long as you're near my cock we don't have a problem," Eddie laughs at his own ridiculous statement, being that he was still completely serious in all he was saying though.
"I'm going to miss our little game though, that was so exciting," you say grinding yourself on Eddie.
"I bet you do, you just love to torture me don't you, babydoll. We can play games all you want, that's fine. But the more you tease me the rougher I'm going to be, you know that though, brat," Eddie chokes you, bringing your lips to his for a passionate steamy kiss.
"Don't threaten me with a good time, babe."
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Need You Tonight- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
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Summary: The entire town thinks you and Eddie are dating so why aren’t the two of you? Based on this request by @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul : Eddie idiots to lovers smut request!! You and Eddie are best friends and have been forever. You and Eddie tease back and forth casually; most people think you are already in a relationship together, but no. You both wish you were, however, because you are both in love with each other. You are at his place smoking, and you decide to serenade and tease him to N.I.B by Black Sabbath. While watching you, Eddie realizes it’s time to make a move; it’s now or never!! Words: 3.1k Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni), fingering, p in v sex, slight angst but not much, drug use
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Absolutely obsessed. Stop what ever you’re doing and read this now
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Let's Exchange The Experience
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Summary: Eddie's been acting strange lately. Slowly but surely pulling away, no matter what you try. But one phone call may just bring him right back to you.
Pairing: Mechanic! Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Word Count: 6,468 (She's a doozy ok, don't hurt yourself)
Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), slight angst, drug use, smoking, kinda high sex, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), cream pie, hair pulling, oral sex (f receiving), idiots in love, said idiots screaming while fucking, fluff, happy endings.
A/N: Ok! Part 3! Here she is! Honestly, I'll let this one speak for itself. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: HER.
Kisses 💋
—K
P.S. Reblog and comment something nice or else I'll cry.
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You listen to the electronic ringing through the receiver, twirling the curled phone cord as you chew your lip. The nerves of possibly being rejected again was burning in your chest. You have no idea what it was, but Eddie had been acting weird. More weird than normal. It started off as small things at first; his hands shook when he would hand you something or move your hair out of your face, his eyes wouldn’t meet yours for longer than 10 seconds (if even that), or his smile would fall a few seconds faster than normal. You assumed there was something going on, but you also assumed he would tell you about it when he was ready. 
Then it was bigger things, like not letting you sit in his lap during game night with the gang or cuddle during movie nights (which were slowly but surely becoming less and less frequent in the last few weeks). You were starting to fear he’d start avoiding you completely. Your leg bouncing ceased as soon as you heard the ringing stop. 
“Eddie?” You hopefully call into the phone. You hear someone shuffling on the other line before you hear the voice you had hoped for. 
“Hey, Princess,” Eddie mumbles happily into the receiver, a smile was evident in his voice but his words were far too relaxed to be normal. “Been thinkin’ about you.”
“Are you high?” You couldn’t help but chuckle, ignoring the butterflies that flutter in your tummy. His rumbling, throaty laughter is enough of an answer for you to know that he is, in fact, high. 
“Maaaaaybe,” he coyly drawls into the phone. High or not, it was nice to hear him sound so calm. “You wanna come over? Wayne is working a double tonight, and I got a little baggie with your name written all over it.”
Chewing your lip once more, you think it over. It had been a while since you last smoked and work had been stressing you out, not to mention whatever was going on with Eddie. 
“Come on, Sweets, it’ll be good for you. You know it will,” he coos, really pulling out all the stops, he knew you couldn’t say no to him when he spoke like that. You give a dramatic sigh, feigning annoyance. 
“Well, I guess I could,” you hear him chuckling, “I’ll have to reschedule dinner with the Queen and the peace summit with Russia for another day.”
“Gorbachev can wait a day or two, Princess,” he says, “I, on other hand, cannot.”
You laugh softly, a sound that Eddie swears he can live off of, and shake your head. 
“I’ll be over in 10 minutes, Munson.”
“I’ll keep a joint warm for you, babe, don’t you worry,” he sasses before you hang up the phone. The stupid grin you wear doesn’t leave your face as you head out the door. It stayed put as you drive the short but chilly distance to his trailer, only when you get to the door does it falter ever so slightly. You don’t get a chance to knock, the door creaks open slowly, revealing Eddie’s red rimmed eye peering at you through the crack in the door. 
“Can I help you, Madame?” He says in a goofy British accent. You nearly break into a laugh but manage to hold it in. 
“Uh, yes. I’m looking for a Lord Munson. This is the Munson Estate, correct?” You match his silliness and put your hands behind your back snootily. 
“It is, Madame, but I’m afraid you’ll have to state your name and business, otherwise I’ll be forced to set the dogs on ya,” he says, keeping the door ajar. You shake your head with a laugh.
“Come on, Eddie, let me in. It’s cold,” you whine softly. Snow coated the ground and an icy wind swept in from the north, your blue jeans and winter coat did very little to fight off the cold. 
“Oh, right, sorry, Princess,” he immediately pulls you inside, the warmth of the trailer immediately soothing your cold hands. You take your coat off, breathing in the familiar aroma of weed and Eddie’s house. It was comforting scent that you hadn’t smelled in months, work made sure to keep you too busy to smoke as much as you used to. After kicking off your shoes, you turn to find Eddie making you a cup of tea, something you always wanted when you got too cold. 
“I recall you saying something about keeping a joint warm for me?” You ask as you grab a handful of chips, popping some in your mouth as Eddie brings you your tea, focusing extra hard on not spilling a drop. 
“I did! It’s right— wait, where did I put it?” He frowns and spins to search for it, muttering softly to himself as he retraces his steps before finding the neatly rolled joint waiting for you both in the ashtray on the coffee table. He grabs it and holds it up triumphantly, plopping down to the couch. 
“Ha ha! Found it!” He pops it into his lips and lights it as you relax on to the couch beside him, stealing a few puffs off before handing it to you. “Here you are, my dear.”
“Thank you,” you chirp and pluck it from him. God, you needed this. Taking a deep breath, you let the thick smoke fill your lungs, eyes shut as you embrace the coming calm. Slowly, you blow the air from your pursed lips and up into the air, the action has Eddie’s full attention on you. Fuck, your lips are gorgeous. You hum and blink your eyes open. “God, I needed that.”
Eddie smiles and leans back into the couch, snagging the remote from the cushions and turning the TV on. Old reruns of Gilligan’s Island play on while you two pass the joint back and forth. You don’t say much, and for the first time in a while, it’s a comfortable silence. Soon, you find yourself leaning on Eddie, your limbs pleasantly tingly and light, made of feathers and lead all at once. You notice him shifting a lot beside you, his calmness slipping for a moment. A heavy yawn pulls from the base of Eddie’s chest as he stretches his arms above his head, one holding the shared joint comfortably between his fingers and the other coming to rest along the back of the couch behind you. You think nothing of it and choose to focus on the TV, Gilligan found radioactive vegetables and suddenly the entire island has super powers. 
The warmth of Eddie’s arm sliding from the cushions to rest on your shoulders pulls your attention away from the screen once more. Eddie draws is a small breath, hiding the small gasp in the butt of the joint, but the longer his arm stays slung around you, the more he relaxes. With the buzz currently strumming through you, you decide to rest your head on his shoulder and reach for the shared blunt. Eddie hands it over, relishing in the heat as you snuggle in a little closer like you always do and sigh comfortably. His high was slowly starting to come down, which meant the nerves were starting to come back. Swallowing softly, he wills himself to relax (counterintuitive, I know). You look over at your best friend, his jaw was clenched as he breathes deeply through his nose, his leg starting to bounce as he fidgets with the hole in his jeans. 
“You ok, Eds? You look tense,” you ask softly, it was killing you, you had to ask. When he looks back at you, he sees the genuine worry in your eyes. His heart soars when he realizes how close your face is to his, he can smell your shampoo, and God, you were just so perfect. He has to do something. Now or never. 
“Y-Yeah,” he nods, clearing his throat, “I just wanted t-to apologize for being weird these last few weeks.”
“Oh,” you sigh, relief washing over you, “it’s ok, Eds. I figured something was up, but I’m
” you trail off, suddenly noticing how close your faces are too, “I’m glad we’re back to normal.”
“Me too, Sweets,” he says in a slow, deep voice, the sound sends a shiver through you, one you couldn’t exactly hide from him. His lips part as you stare at each other, his pupils dilating as the moments tick by. 
Without breaking eye contact, Eddie takes the forgotten blunt from your hands and sets it aside in the ashtray. The brush of his hands on yours sears your skin in a way you’re all too familiar with. His hand comes back to caress your knee, his touch was gentle and careful, mindful of any boundaries that you might have. Carefully, you move with him, sliding into his lap, your movements unhurried and careful. Eddie takes a deep breath and welcomes you against his body, it was familiar yet different, you’d sat in his lap a million times before but this time just felt different. The arm that was slung around your shoulders slowly drapes itself further around your middle as you both are drawn to each other like magnets, his hold slowly capturing you like a python. 
“Eddie,” you whisper, your own hand coming to his forearm, tracing those goddamn bats once more while the other rests against his shoulder. The second you touch him, Eddie is certain there is no going back for him. This was it. 
“Be my girl,” he says in that low timber, his tone is bordering on begging. He’s scarily serious, a heat blazing behind his eyes. Your noses brush together, foreheads touching, your eyes stay fixed on his as you drink in his words, words you’ve dreamt of hearing for years. “Be my girl.”
“I am your girl,” you whisper without a second thought. It was the easiest answer you’ve ever given him. Eddie’s breathing catches in his throat at your words, his hands tightening around you before one slides up your back to cradle your head against his. 
“You’re mine?” His voice was timid now, almost not believing you. You mould your body to him even more, cradling his head like he is yours. 
“Yes,” you say simply, like it was the most obvious and true thing in the world— and it was. Eddie’s eyes slide shut with a sigh, relief washing over him as well as a tidal wave of happiness. You pull his head against yours a little firmer, basking in the quiet hush that took over the trailer ever since your conversation started. 
“Kiss me.” You whisper, your words have Eddie’s eyes snapping open, almost as if he didn’t hear you correctly, so you repeat yourself. “Kiss me, Eddie.”
There were 3 things that you were absolutely certain: One, Eddie Munson had the softest lips in the entire universe. Two, there was no way you were ever going to forget this moment for as long as you live. And three, you were undoubtedly, unconditionally, and irrevocably in love with him. 
Nothing in this world has ever felt so right. 
The tender yet passionate press of his lips on yours had your head spinning, your hand in his hair tightened to help ground you. Eddie’s hold on you tightened as well, the kiss slowly but surely deepening. The first swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip evokes a deep groan from the pit of his chest, your own answering whimper vibrates against his mouth. He welcomes your tongue into his mouth with his own, playing with your tongue happily, taking his time to taste you as thoroughly as he possibly can. You lure his wet muscle deeper into your mouth, the action alone has Eddie panting like he ran a mile. The buzzing high from the weed is quickly replaced with the electric want strumming through you both. 
Soon, breathing becomes a necessity and Eddie reluctantly breaks the kiss. Gasping for air, you can’t help but steal a few more pecks in between heaving breath, each kiss ending with a satisfyingly wet smack. The quick pecks soon turn back into full kisses, tongues drawn back to each other with need. When you shift forward, you feel it; hot and hard at the front of his jeans. Eddie detaches from your lips to gasp, his eyes fluttering as you rest your weight against his hard on. 
“J-Jesus Christ,” he gasps, staring at you with those big doe eyes. He dives in again, not being able to stand to not be kissing you for every long. You hum before breaking away from him once more, your foreheads resting against each other as you breathe in sync. 
“I
 I love you. I love you so much,” he professes between deep breaths, the heft of sincerity is clear in his tone, “you’re
 you’re everything.”
“I love you, too,” you respond and pepper his face with kisses, drawing a happy grin across Eddie’s face. “Been in love with you for so long, Eddie, so long.”
Eddie groans at that, tucking his face away into the crook of your neck, letting himself finally feast on the delicate skin like he’s always wanted. You shiver when you feel his lips sweep across your throat, messy kisses trailing along the column of your neck. It has you positively trembling, the throbbing wetness between your thighs was nearly unbearable. Sweet moans fall from your lips as he sucks a hickey into the soft skin of your throat, your hips naturally moving against his to ease the throbbing between your legs. 
“Eddie,” you moan out into the living room, the sinful sound reverberating off the walls of the cluttered trailer and filling Eddie’s ears. He curses under his breath, hips lifting up to meet yours eagerly. You fall into a slow yet heated rhythm together, both of you writhing in perfect time. Eddie kisses his way back up to your mouth. 
“Princess, fuck, that feels so good,” he growls, his cock pulses and strains against the seam of his zipper. Each roll of your hips was quickly turning his brain to mush, all he knew was that this was the best thing in the fucking world and nothing could possibly top it. 
“Take me to bed, Eddie, please.” 
Ok, he was wrong. 
“Yes. I—You—Yes,” is all he can get out before he’s rising from his spot with you scooped up in his arms. You yelp at the sudden movements, clinging to Eddie’s surprisingly strong body as he marches you both towards the back of the trailer. Eddie continues to mouth at your neck and lips, switching between the two eagerly while maneuvering you both through the house perfectly. He slams his door open blindly before kicking it shut with enough vigor to shake the frame. 
“Dreamt about this so many times, Sweets, you have no fucking idea,” he groans as he lowers you to his bed, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of you beneath him. The throbbing of his cock is nearly painful when he sees the sight before him: you on your back, your lips swollen and plump from his kisses, hickeys and lovebites that he left blossoming along your gorgeous neck, your hair messy from his hands. 
“Oh, fuck, you have no idea,” he rips his t shirt off and tosses it to the side without a thought before diving back down to you, his mouth attached to the skin of your throat, “you’re so fucking beautiful, y’know that right? Make me so fucking crazy all the damn time.”
He was rambling, he knew it, but really couldn’t control himself at this point. The only thing on his mind was showing you just how much he loved you in any way you’d let him. Your hands eagerly explored the newly exposed skin of his torso and chest, your fingers tracing over the tattoos you’ve memorized a million times over. A pleased grin pulls at your lips when you see him shiver as your hands ghost over his heated skin. Slowly raking your hands across his chest, you cup his jaw in your hands, forcing him to look at you. 
“You’re gorgeous, Eddie Munson,” you purr to him, letting every ounce of emotion you feel for him pour into your words. You see his eyes glaze over as he searches yours, looking for any lies or truths in you, and finding more of the latter than anything else. His face turns an adorable shade of pink, one that you have every intention of seeing again. 
Before he can say anything, you steal another kiss, distracting him for a moment. The feeling of your hands sliding down his body once more has Eddie pulling at your top, silently asking if he can remove it. You nod and he tears the fabric away from your body as quick as he possibly can to return his mouth to yours, Eddie was certain he’d never get enough of your kisses. 
The moment your hands return to his body they start sliding south, teasing the buckle of his belt. A shuddering gasp breaks Eddie’s lips from yours, his jaw drops when you cup the front of his pants. Even through the layer of denim separating you you’re able to feel his length against your palm. From what you can feel, he was thick, and hard, and just begging to be played with. With your bottom lip caught in your teeth, you rub at the bulge eagerly. 
“A-Ah, haaaaaah fuck,” Eddie moans, no shame evident in his voice. He grips the bare flesh of your sides as you touch him, trying to ground himself with his mouth over your bra-covered chest. God, if it was this good through his jeans, he was certain he was going to die when you actually touch him. 
“Eddie,” you moan as he mouths at your nipple through the thin material of your black bra, the sound of his name has his hips surging into your hand. He switches from one breast to the other, giving sloppy kisses and teasing bites to the soft flesh. With trembling hands, you start undoing his belt as fast as you can but whine when the belt doesn’t come undone. “Wanna feel you, baby, please?” You ask oh, so sweetly. 
“Fuck, ok, ok, yeah,” he mumbles as he rises to his knees, his own shaking hands unfasten the belt much faster than you could hope for. You hear the clinking of his belt and the hum of his zipper being pulled down, your face heating up with excitement, your hips wiggling on their own accord. Eddie kicks off his jeans and socks, leaving him in his favorite checkered boxers. You barely get a glance at the tent in his boxers before he’s playing with the button and zipper of your own pants. “Can I take these off, Sweets?”
“Yes, please,” you confirm with quick nods, and that’s all he needed before tearing off your trousers and throwing them behind him without a thought. 
“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes as he hovers above you, his calloused hand tracing the slope of your outer thigh and hip, his thumb rubbing over the elastic band of your black panties (thank God you wore a somewhat matching set—basics for the fucking win). Your face heats up at his words again. 
“You said that already, Eds,” you tease with a bashful smile, and Eddie can’t help but smirk at your reaction, you were so cute when you got all flustered. 
“It needs to be said again, Princess,” his voice dropped back to that husky tone. He was looking a little too smug for your liking. Deciding that revenge was in order, you unclip your bra, letting it slip down your arms before you discard it with the rest of your clothes. The look on Eddie’s face, was exactly what you hoped: jaw dropped wide, his eyes wide and laser focused on your naked chest. He was stunned speechless. 
“I—Fucking hell!” He curses under his breath before eagerly attacking your chest. Loud moans fill the room as he latches his annoying skilled mouth to your nipple, sucking and lapping at it like his life depended on it while his other hand cupped and kneaded the flesh of your other breast just as passionately. His own pitiful moans matched yours, eyes sliding shut as he relishes in the feeling of you in his hands and mouth. 
“Fuck, yes!” You cry out when he pinches your hardened bud between two rough fingers and rolls it, your back arching into his face and hands for more while your hands pulled at his hair and scratched at his back. Eddie shivers when he feels the bite of your nails along his skin. Your eyes flutter when you feel his kisses getting lower and lower, now leaving a trail down your belly while his hands caressed your hips, playing with the bands of your soaked underwear. Settling in on his stomach between your legs, Eddie gently spreads your legs, holding your thighs in his large hands tenderly. A whine escapes you when he kisses along your inner thighs, making sure to leave imprints of his teeth and mouth on the juicy meat. 
He was about to ask for permission to remove your underwear but you lift your hips for him before he can speak. With a pleased smirk, Eddie peels your panties away from your core, going slowly so he can watch the strings of your arousal stick to the gusset of your panties. Eddie can swear that he’s never been harder in his entire life. It takes every ounce of self control within him to not blow his load at the sight of your bare pussy, wet and waiting for him to touch. A loud appreciative groan bubbles from the back of his throat, your confidence skyrocketing at the sound of it. The small smirk you wear is quick to disappear when his tongue licks a fat stripe up the cut of you, collecting as much of your arousal as he possibly can. 
“O-Ohh fuck!” You whimper and lift your head to watch him, Eddie moans as your sweetness coats his tongue for the first time. He knew immediately that he was never going to be satisfied, he would always crave your heady flavor. The feeling of his tongue lapping at your folds rids your mind of any coherent thought, all you could feel was the heat of pleasure coursing through you in perfect time with his wiggling tongue. You grip the long curly locks of his hair for help, head tipping back against the pillow, thighs trembling as his warm mouth surrounds your clit, sucking harshly just to hear you moan for him.  He eats you like he would never be fed again, his movements viciously reverent, equal parts desperate and passionate.
Eddie casts a glance up at you, smiling through the hazy lust that coats his mind. You’re a mess with your sweaty skin shining in the light from his bedside lamp, your hair wild from where you’ve pulled on it, your eyes were screwed shut and your gorgeous mouth was hung ajar to let him hear every single noise you made. He’s got you right where he wants you; writhing and whining above him with his head between your thighs. 
The firm grip he has on your thighs tightens the more you twist and writhe in his hold. The sting at his scalp spurs him on, your high pitched cries of his name and curses fuel his desire. He circles a thick finger at your quivering entrance before easing it into your heat, the tightness of your cunt around his finger has his hips driving down into the mattress on their own accord. 
“E-Eddie! M’gonna cum!” You cry out, not caring if any of the nosy neighbors can hear you. If anything you wanted them to hear you, because Eddie Munson is a fucking God at giving head. 
There’s a building tension in the pit of your gut, fire consuming your every nerve as he works you closer and closer to your high. He maintains the pace of his mouth and finger, carefully adding another finger in with the other, stretching you out as best he can. Your legs shake around his head, his free hand holding your thighs open for him, your back arching suddenly as you draw tight. He can feel your walls pulsing and fluttering around his fingers, his cock flexing desperately with need as you finally cum for him. 
Melodious. Perfect. Beautiful. 
That’s how Eddie would describe the sound and feeling of you coming for him. The sinful cry of his name is the only thing on your lips as you cum. Stars burst behind your eyelids as you fall over the edge, your breathing shallow and erratic as Eddie slows the speed of his fingers and mouth, now giving your clit gentle kisses. Only when you push at his head with a whining plead does Eddie release you with a gasp. 
“You taste so fucking good, so fucking good,” is all he can say through his own heaving breaths, petting your outer thigh while you come down. You feel his lips press soothing kisses to your heated skin, making you grin and giggle breathily. Eddie matches your smile, your release coating his lips still, and if it were up to him, they would stay that way forever. 
“Come here,” you pull at him as he quickly crawls up your body. Your lips attack his the instant they are in reach, the tangy sweetness of yourself on his tongue does nothing to deter you from practically devouring him. Eddie’s brain short-circuits when you play with the waistband of his boxers. “Take these off for me, baby.”
He did not need to be told twice. 
He scrambles to get them off and down his legs, his frantic movements making you giggle and sit up on your elbows. Eddie grins when his boxers are finally kicked to the floor, his skin flushed pink already. Your breath catches in your throat when you see him; he was thick and long, his red tip leaking beads of pearly precum and glistening in the lamp light. You moan softly at the sight, biting your lip as Eddie takes his place on top of you again. He can’t say that this was the reaction he expected, but it was definitely better than he had hoped for. 
Before either of you can speak, you’re pulling him in to a heated kiss and flipping him on to his back. Eddie moans in surprise when his back lands on his bed, but then a pleased purr rumbles into your mouth when you settle into his lap. A pleased sigh flutters from you when his bare skin glides across yours for the first time. No clothes, no barriers to keep you separated. It felt right. 
“F-Fucking hell,” Eddie curses in a soft voice when your dripping cunt settles against his bare cock, the feeling was only what he could describe as divine. Then you rocked against him. “Oh! Oh, fuck yes!”
You whimper when his hands clutch your hips, his bruising grip helping you to grind a little faster on him. 
“Yeah, yeah, a little faster, rub your pussy on me, Princess, just like that,” he breathes out, his eyes glued to the space between you to watch as his cock get drenched in your juices. “Holy fucking shit, baby, that’s so—that’s so hot.”
“Eddie, please,” you moan, the desperation was getting to you, “need you inside me, need to fuck you.”
“God,” he groans and tosses his head back on the pillow beneath him, shutting his eyes to keep from blowing his load immediately. He realizes his mistake the moment your mouth starts to bite at his neck, your plush lips sucking at his pulse to leave matching hickeys that he’ll admire later. “Fuck, ok, Princess—“ he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you’re rising to your knees with a pretty hand wrapped around the base of his cock to guide him into you. 
The moment his mushroom tip catches your quivering entrance, Eddie is sure that time stopped. You slowly ease him into you, letting gravity pull you on to his dick. So, this is what it heaven is like, you think to yourself before the pleasure renders you thoughtless. You listen to the long moan Eddie releases and naturally match it. Inch after inch, he fills you, stretching your little hole beyond what you’ve thought possible. The wetness you left behind on his shaft and the mix of his spit between your legs ease your descent, allowing him to slip further and further into you until he finally bottoms out. Eddie is speechless, his jaw open wide as he pants, eyes shut tight, his legs were already shaking. Nothing has ever felt this fucking good in his life.
“Oh my God, you’re so fucking big,” you moan in a thin voice, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of Eddie, your best friend, finally being inside you. “Feel so good, Eddie, so fucking full.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he breathes out quickly, trying to regain composure, and finally opens his eyes. He sees you perched on top of him like he’s always dreamed about: your back arched ever so slightly to accommodate him inside you, your eyes looked dazed and fucked out already, plush lips wet with your spit and ajar as you gasp for breath, sweat gave your skin a dewey ethereal glow. 
“Oh God, you—fuck!” He curses again, his brain failing him and leaving him with no thoughts except ‘fuck.’ And he had every intention of doing just that. 
With your hands braced on his chest, you give an experimental grind of your hips. Rolling in a circle, you let your hips move sensually, easing yourself into the sensations. The tuft of hair at the base of him rubs into your clit, the sensitive nub getting just the right amount of stimulation that has you speeding up. Drawing your hips up, you finally start to bounce on him. Soon the precise pace that you found is lost to a frenzy, want and lust taking over your bodies until neither of you can fight it.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Eddie!” You cry out as you lose yourself, Eddie’s firm grip helping you ride him. He gives you a shout of your name in response of his own, his hips lifting to meet yours. He watches the way your face contorts each time he thrusts into you, addicted to the cute scrunch of your nose when he bottoms out. 
“So good, that’s it, good fucking girl, taking me so fucking well,” he rambles in a gruff voice that is eerily similar to his morning voice. The throaty rasp has you clenching around him, pulling deeper groans from the man beneath you. “Such a tight little pussy, Princess, feels so good around me, never wanna fucking leave, wanna keep fucking you forever.”
He knows it’s silly but that’s how he feels. He can tell you like it too, judging from the way you claw at his pecks and throw yourself on his dick even harder. Tipping your head back, you let yourself feel. The blinding, searing euphoria coursing through your veins, Eddie’s brutal grip on your hips, his flush, heated skin sticking to yours, the pleasurable scratch of his body hair, the comfortable softness of his mattress beneath you both. 
Eddie watches as your eyes slide shut, he can see each wave of pleasure crash down on you, the way your face can’t hide how good you feel, how your moans are forced out of you each time he slams you down on his cock, the hypnotizing bounce of your tits in front of him. He couldn’t take it anymore. 
Sitting up, he braces a hand behind him on the bed and wraps an arm around your waist, holding you in place while he takes control. With his knees bent, Eddie is able to drive up into you harder than before. You claw at his shoulder and lean back a little, adding a small grind to his thrusts to send you both into a tizzy. 
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Eddie!” You moan at the top of your lungs, one hand grabbing a handful of Eddie’s hair and pulling harshly. That nearly does him in.
“O-Oh!” He whimpers, his cock flexing deep inside you as his pace falters for a moment before returning to the punishing rhythm. The feeling of your pussy juices leaking down his bare shaft and dripping down his balls leaves him delirious. It’s then that he realizes he’s not wearing a condom.
“Fuck! Princess, you gotta get off! M’Gonna cum! G-Get off! Gonna cum!” He sounds broken, he looks like it too, with his face crumpling with debilitating pleasure. He desperate to keep going right up until he has to pull out, his arm around you getting ready to lift you off of him. 
“No, inside! Want it inside, Eddie, please!” You whine and lean in, kissing sloppily at his open mouth. Your begging is painful to listen to, but it erases any coherent thought in his head. The hand holding him up meets your clit to start rubbing furious circles on it, the rough callous of the pads of his fingers has you seizing up in his grasp. You needed to cum before he did. With his sweaty forehead resting on yours, he watches as you finally fall apart. “Cum inside me! Cum inside me! Eddie!”
You practically scream for him when you reach your peak, your entire body trembling and tensing around him. Eddie watches as you surrender to your high, he’s never seen someone look so beautiful. The unbridled scream of his name paired with your pleas for him to finish inside you is more than enough for Eddie. 
“I-I love you, love you so fucking much!” He grits out through his teeth as he finally comes. Nothing in this world can describe the feeling of his cum finally filling you. The sounds of his loud moans, wanton and bordering on screams, were the most erotic sounds you could ever think of. You cling to him, and he to you, as you both shiver and tremble, riding out your highs together. 
Eddie can barely think, nothing mattered to him except what he held in his arms at the moment. He could hear the ringing in his ears as well as your mixed moans, feel the heaving of your chests and the hammering of your hearts as they beat rapidly. Peeling open his heavy eyelids, he’s met with your own weighted stare. The fucked out expression on your face paired with the knowledge that he was the one to put it there, sent his heart soaring for the skies. He brings both hands to your back, rubbing the dewey skin with a shaking touch. He cradles you to him with a grin so bright you swear it could light up the sky. 
You can’t help the giggle that bubbles in your throat, your arms slung around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It’s sweet and tender, a bit sloppy from your exhaustion but still absolutely perfect. Eddie strokes as much of your skin as he can reach, trailing his hands from your thighs and up your back as many times as he can. 
“I love you,” you hear him mumble against your lips before kissing you again with the ghost of a smile, “I love you,” kiss, “I love you,” kiss. 
“I love you, too,” you whisper back, you feel your face heat up, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
“Fuck, me too,” Eddie grumbles with a smirk, clearly proud of himself, “I don’t think I can walk after that,” he chuckles, “fucking hell, when you begged me to cum inside you? Fuck, I nearly passed out.” 
You chuckle with him and hide your face in the crook of his neck, letting him hold you a little closer. Eddie grins like an idiot, you were always so cute when you got bashful, and it was funny to see the contrast between the sweet angel hiding her face and the sex goddess who rode him within an inch of his life. His light laughter died off as he lowered his head to whisper to you. 
“I came inside you.” You could hear the worry in his voice, so you caress the meat of his arm before pulling back to give him a reassuring smile. 
“I’m on the pill. We’re safe,” you say gently. In an instant, any and all worries left his body immediately. The cute little wrinkle between his lightly furrowed eyebrows disappeared with a sigh and was replaced by his million-dollar smile. 
“We’re safe,” he repeats and you nod, “so that means I can do that again?”
“If you want to,” you bite your lip when Eddie gives you a mischievous look. 
“‘If I want to?’ Princess, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do for the last 5 years,” he scoffs and shakes his head, “‘If I want to.’”
You giggle at his rambling and play with a strand of his messy hair. A few moments pass in silence as you both bask in the after glow. 
“When did you
 did you realize that you love me?” You ask gently, peeking up to see Eddie watching you with loving eyes— like he always was.
“Since you told me my bat tattoo was cool in sophomore year,” he whispers back to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while he smiles at the memory. “You were the only one who actually liked them. I couldn’t look at them without thinking of you, after that. Still can’t.”
“Oh,” you were nearly crying. How sweet can he possibly be, you were going to die.
“What about you?” 
“When you beat up Derek Steinberg for starting those rumors about me. You did it without even hesitating and then you-you made sure that I was ok. You were so kind and so selfless and— no one ever cared about me like that before.”
“Well, it seems we’ve had it down bad for each other for a long time,” he chuckles, lightening up the mood a little. “We’ve got some time to make up, don’t you think?”
“Mmhmm,” you nod with a smile. 
“Dates, dinners, parties
 I think it’s time we did some of those.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
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.eddie x reader have been Friends with benefits for a LONG time..eddie is very possessive and protective of reader but can’t bring himself to make her his because he’s too in his head about the towns opinion of him. Finally she decides to go on a date make him see what he’s missing. Eddie shows up and ends the date for them 😂 leads to sexy possessive smut and a love confession fluffy ending 😁
This ended up being a little longer than I planned it to be but I got a little carried away 😂 Hope you enjoy it 💕 Thank you to anyone who reads!
Make You Mine
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: You and Eddie have been friends with benefits for a while, he is very protective of you and can't bring himself to make you his because of what other people think of him. When you agree to go on a date with someone else he decides to show you exactly how much he wants you to be his.
Word Count: 5.1K
Content Warnings: 18+ only, Smut, PIV (unprotected), Oral m receiving
It had been over a year now since you first approached Eddie at the lone picnic table in the woods behind Hawkins High. The stress of finals was killing you and your anxiety had hit an all time high so your best friend had suggested a visit to Eddie to purchase something to help take off the edge. The two of you had hit it off immediately, quickly realising you had a lot of the same interests. 
“I didn’t know you were cool,” he had teased when you had complimented the Motörhead patch on his vest which led to you sitting with him for almost an hour, only leaving when you realised your parents would be wondering why you weren’t home yet. 
The weed had helped tremendously, you passed your finals and graduated no problem but unfortunately the same couldn’t be said for Eddie, he had to repeat senior year again. You stayed in Hawkins after graduation and got a job in town, even though you didn’t feel like you needed the aid anymore you continued to buy from Eddie. If you were being honest you just really enjoyed his company, a few times you went to him to buy more before you had even finished the previous bag just because you had heard a new song or had seen a new movie which you knew he would like but you weren’t sure how to approach him outside the little bubble you were in while you were alone in the woods. On your last visit before graduation you had asked for his number, “for business purposes obviously.”
No longer being around school anymore meant you arranged to meet him at his trailer. The night started out how your meet ups would usually go, you talked and laughed and eventually completed the transaction, only this time he had asked you to stay and smoke with him. You accepted, it had been a Friday night anyway and you had nowhere else to be. Your conversations with Eddie had always been on the flirtatious side but that line had never been crossed. Here however in the dimly lit living area of his trailer with his stereo playing softly in the background you were getting an entirely different vibe from him. Every small touch electrified times ten as you slowly edged closer to each other on the couch. It was you who made the first move, as soon as his hand rested on your thigh a little too high to be considered friendly you caved, just a quick peck on his cheek to start, you wanted to be able to back track in case the weed had you reading all the signals wrong. You definitely were not reading them wrong. Eddie immediately turned his head crushing his lips to yours before you had the chance to fully pull away. He grabbed you by the hips and dragged you so you were straddling him, you melted into each other just a mess of desperate whines and hands roaming every inch of skin available. 
One by one every item of clothing was ripped from each others bodies in a frenzy, lips only breaking apart to gasp as you sunk down onto his length, fucking up into you as you clung to each other on his couch. This became a regular thing, you showed up at his door three nights later and he made some joke about how much you had smoked but you just cut him off with a kiss more desperate than the first, you had not been able to get him off your mind since you last walked out of this trailer. 
You had been fucking for months now, your relationship with Eddie hadn’t really changed but your feelings most certainly had. You were head over heels in love with him. How cliche you kept telling yourself. You could pinpoint the exact moment too, you had only been sleeping together about a month when it happened. Eddie had asked you to hang out but you had turned him down, you had just got your period and definitely didn’t feel up to your usual activities. That night he had shown up at your bedroom window anyway with a movie from Family Video and a bag full of snacks. 
“I realised I don’t know what your favourite snacks are yet so I just got one of everything.” 
“You really wanna just hang out with me?” You had asked a little dumbfounded. 
“Why wouldn’t I wanna hang out with you?” He looked at you like you had asked the most ridiculous question in the world as he popped Halloween into your VCR and walked over to wrap your blanket snugly round your shoulders. 
You’d had actual boyfriends who never showed up at your house without expecting some sort of sexual favour and here was your friend with benefits, rubbing circles on your lower stomach to try and soothe the cramps while he fed you peanut butter cups. 
You knew you were a goner after that night. Little did you know that Eddie was also in love, in fact everyone around him seemed to know this. He’d never told his friends the nature of your relationship but it was pretty obvious in the way he never stopped talking about you, he didn’t even seem to realise he was doing it half the time. 
“Y/N this” and “Y/N that”, even Wayne had picked up on it and he had no idea who you were, only that you were clearly someone his nephew spent a lot of time with. So one evening when a few of the boys from Hellfire were hanging out at the trailer Wayne was in the kitchen packing his things together to head out to work when your name had cropped up in conversation once again. 
“So who is this mysterious Y/N?” he asked. 
Eddie had to think for a moment. He didn’t know how to answer the question. He couldn’t call you his girlfriend, although neither of you were seeing other people you had never officially declared this a relationship. He had seen the way his friends were treated in school and around town just for being associated with him and he wasn’t prepared to let your name get dragged through the mud because of him as well. He definitely couldn’t call you his fuck buddy in front of his uncle, and that also felt a little disrespectful anyway, there was nothing casual about his feelings for you. Also the reason it felt wrong to simply call you his friend. He started to panic as all eyes landed on him waiting for his answer. 
“She’s a customer,” he blurted out, while you were so much more than that he technically wasn’t lying. 
“You fucking all your customers?” Gareth quipped, the rest of the boys snickered as Wayne’s eyebrows shot up in question. 
Eddie scowled at Gareth before opening his mouth to try and convince his uncle that his friends were just messing around, before he had the chance to speak Wayne clapped him on the back as he stepped past him on his way to exit the trailer.  
“I don’t need to know everything that goes on when I’m not here bud,” he chuckled. “Just keep it in the bedroom alright, I ain’t coming home early one night and having us both scarred for life.” 
Eddie scratched the back of his neck sheepishly as he watched him leave, he could count four places in this room he’d had you bent over without even turning his head. The guys let the topic drop pretty quickly and Eddie didn’t mention your name again that night. If his friends were certain there was something going on between the two of you then surely other people had noticed too. He pushed it to the back of his mind until that weekend. 
Steve Harrington was throwing a party and he knew you were going to be there. He wasn’t specifically invited but he usually showed up at these types of things to conduct business, and while no one exactly wanted him there he had never yet been asked to leave, funny how people seemed to forget about how much of a freak he was when he had something they wanted. 
When you first spotted him his back was to you, your stomach flipping with excitement as the Dio patch came into view. The music was loud enough that you knew he wouldn’t hear you coming. Sneaking up behind him you quickly shot your arms out to pinch him on either side of his waist. 
“BOO!” You shouted into his ear, laughing when his entire body jolted an inch off the wooden floors. 
“JESUS fucking Christ,” he clutched at his chest as he swung round to meet your delighted face, he was laughing with you now.  “You tryna kill me sweetheart?”
“Noooo,” you purred as you moved in closer to him now, hands sliding their way under his t-shirt to skim delicately across the skin of his hips. Leaning up on your tip-toes you positioned your lips right next to his ear so he would hear you clearly over the music, “But you know I love making you scream.”
His eyes darkened at your suggestive tone and he couldn’t help the grin widening across his cheeks. His smile faltered however when he looked up and noticed several of your peers watching you intently, some in what looked like disgust, some crouched together and whispering. All he could think about was the awful things they were probably saying about you for the way you were touching him right now. He gently took hold of both of your wrists which had trailed their way up his chest to pull them away from him. 
“Seriously Eddie?” You scoffed. “We’re still doing this?” 
He sighed and tipped his head back trying to think of what to say to make you understand he wasn’t trying to be a dick. 
“It’s for the best,” he said softly. “You know everyone is watching you right?” 
“You think I give a shit? Eddie I never even see most of these people anymore it -“ 
“I give a shit,” he interrupted. He noticed one of his regulars lingering in a doorway and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look I’ve got business to do Y/N, I’ll call you later okay?”
He stepped around you in the direction of his waiting customer, not missing the hurt expression flash across your eyes. His hand lifted to stroke your arm in apology but you flinched away from his touch. The rejection made his stomach sink but that was something he’d have to fix later, right now it was probably better if you were angry at him. 
You needed a drink. You loved Eddie but you were getting tired of this game. If he didn’t want a relationship with you that was fine, it hurt but you could live with it. What you were sick of was him refusing to interact with you in public, you knew it wasn’t because he was embarrassed of you. You were very aware of the depth of Eddie’s insecurities, despite how outwardly confident he appeared you knew it was an act to cover up the toll years and years of bullying from not only kids but full grown adults had taken on his self esteem. He was just being protective of you, not wanting the cruel comments and icy glares to slowly dull your brightness, to him you were sunshine on a rainy day. You really didn’t care what anyone thought though, you wanted to protect Eddie as much as he wanted to protect you. 
You stood in the kitchen rifling through the selection of cans and liquor bottles trying to decide which appealed to you most when you felt another presence behind you. Turning round you came face to face with a guy you recognised from school, Tyler something you think his name was but your memory was foggy. You indulged in conversation with him as he didn’t seem like a complete asshole and you were finding him surprisingly easy to talk to. In the distance over Tyler’s shoulder Eddie came into view, his face set in a deep scowl as he watched the two of you talking. 
You had ended up sitting on top of the kitchen island, Tyler slowly moving forward the longer you talked until he was stood right in front of you between your open legs. Eddie was not at all happy with how cosy you looked, it was driving him crazy that you weren’t pushing this guy away and he was dying to know what you were talking about. Stalking his way into the kitchen he hovered around the kitchen island, casually picking up various drinks and pretending to read the labels while he was really just staring straight through them. 
“I know we never really spoke much in school but ugh - I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime?” Tyler asked you hopefully. 
You considered saying no, it would be the right thing to do. While you were rather enjoying the attention he was giving you you had no intention of it going any further, not when you were positively obsessed with the metal head who was currently burning a hole through a bottle of vodka with his eyes. You knew he was listening to you, his brow furrowed in a deep frown. You wanted to get a reaction out of him and decided there and then to use the situation to your advantage. 
“Sure,” you agree. “I’d love to.”
The sound of Eddie slamming the bottle against the counter so hard you’re surprised it didn’t shatter had you both jumping out of your skin. You turned to look at him and your heart shattered, he looked like a kicked puppy with his beautiful chocolate eyes wide at your betrayal. You stared at each other for what seemed like forever before he eventually shook his head stormed towards the front door. Tyler looked so confused. 
“You know what that was about?” He asked with an awkward chuckle. You couldn’t answer him with the lump that had formed in your throat, he had looked so hurt. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I shouldn’t have said yes to you, that wasn’t fair. I just wanted to make him jealous.”
“Munson?” You could hear the shock in his voice. 
“Yes,” you snapped defensively. “You know he’s pretty great, more than that actually he-“
“Hey hey I wasn’t judging,” Tyler held his hands up as he stopped you ranting. You were glaring at him like you didn’t believe him. “Seriously. I never had an issue with the guy. So what are you like a couple then?”
“Yeah well, it’s complicated,” you weren’t about to tell a guy you just met the all the details of your relationship with Eddie but you still wanted to explain yourself. “I might have just really fucked it up though.” 
“Nah that was perfect, did you see the look on his face?” You didn’t understand where he was going so you waited for him to continue. “You wanted to make him jealous well let me tell you he’s gonna be thinking about this all night. I can help you if you want?”
“How?”
“Go out with me. I won’t try anything, I promise. Purely platonic, but he doesn’t have to know that right?”
You considered his offer for a moment. You could tell him no, go running after Eddie and pray that you could just erase tonight and go back to normal. But going back to normal meant you’d go back to the secrecy, go back to not being entirely happy. Maybe your little scheme would work and Eddie would confess his love and you’ll live happily ever after or maybe you’ll destroy it all and he’ll never speak to you again but then at least you could try and move on, you couldn’t wait for him forever. 
So you agreed to a fake date with Tyler, he was taking you to Enzos the following weekend. You didn’t speak to Eddie throughout the week but you still showed up at his trailer on Friday night as you did every week. You weren’t sure he was going to let you in at first but after a tense moment of silence he had stepped aside to let you in. He wasn’t as talkative as he usually was, there was a vibe in the air that you weren’t used to. He wasn’t making you feel completely unwelcome but there was definitely certain hostility to him tonight. He didn’t want to smoke but still offered to roll you one, you accepted hoping it might help you relax. 
There was a movie playing in the background but neither of you were paying much attention, you could feel his eyes boring into you as your own stayed fixed on the tv. It took him a whole hour before he worked up the courage to ask about your date. You told him your plans to meet Tyler at Enzos and how you were looking forward to it. There was a look in his eye that you couldn’t quite decipher, still staying uncharacteristically quiet while playing with the tab on the can of beer he had been sipping. Suddenly feeling shy under his gaze you returned your focus to the movie, squirming awkwardly in your seat. 
You saw him shift from the corner of your eye, placing his beer on the coffee table he leaned over to brush your hair over your shoulder. His lips trailed feather light kisses from the base of your neck up to your ear snagging the lobe between his teeth and biting down gently. 
“Eddie!” You gasped, “What’re you doing?” 
“What we do every Friday,” he murmured against your skin like it was obvious before latching onto the pulse point in your neck. You moaned and tried to turn your face towards him, the urge to kiss him consuming all your other thoughts. His ring clad fingers grabbed your jaw and twisted your head the opposite way exposing more of throat, his lips were relentless against the tender flesh. Was he trying to mark you? The realisation sent a thrill straight to your pussy as he continued his attack. 
“Eddie, pleeease” you sighed breathlessly, he used his grip still on your jaw to bring your eyes towards his. 
“Eddie pleeeease,” he mocked you with an exaggerated pout. “What does my girl need hmm?” 
You didn’t miss the subtle emphasis when he said my girl. You whined as he squeezed your cheeks together forcing your lips into a pout that matched his own. He hovered so close you could feel his steady breaths fan across your chin, you tried closing the gap but he held you in place tutting. 
“My girl’s so fucking needy huh?” He snickered, his tongue darted out to swipe over your lower lip before he bit down harshly and tugged. You moaned pathetically and leaned your forehead against his, grateful that he didn’t hold you back this time. He moved his hand from your jaw into your hair, his other one mirroring the other side and crashed his lips to yours in the kiss you were craving so badly. 
Your own hands found purchase on his waist, you tried to push him backwards so he was lying on the couch but he quickly broke the kiss with the shake of his head. He wasn’t going to let you call the shots tonight, he needed to feel like he had control. He kept his hands planted on either side of your face and pulled you to stand up with him. Diving back in to continue his kisses he guided you backwards to his bedroom, he never stopped even when you stumbled slightly. He kicked his bedroom door shut remembering Wayne’s warning about coming home early. 
He pushed you so you fell backwards, pouncing on you as soon as you hit the mattress. He wedged himself between your open legs and braced himself over you. Your skirt was bunched up around your waist and the thin cotton of your panties meant you could clearly feel how hard his dick was through his sweatpants as he ground down into you. You bucked your hips up to meet his and moaned, you were unable to get enough of him as he continued his attack on your lips. 
“Touch me, please,” you begged. “I need you Eds.”
“Oh you need me do you?” He growled against your collarbone nipping at your skin. “Didn’t seem that way last week did it princess.”
“No I do- fuck, Eddie I do I swear,” you threw your head back, arching your spine to push yourself further into his touch. 
He encouraged you to lean up so he could rip your shirt over your head tossing it to the side. Both his hands palmed your breasts over the material of your bra as he rolled his hips against you at a steady pace. 
“Make me believe it,” his dark tone sent a shiver down your spine. Reaching behind you you unclasped your bra eager to feel the warmth of his palms directly on your skin. He returned one hand to your breast, tweaking at your nipple, a soft cry falling from your lips. His other hand reached down to lift your skirt, his index finger tracing a line up and down your slit, a smirk gracing his face as he felt the wet patch that had soaked through the material there. 
“That’s a good start,” he said pushing his thumb against your clit aggressively, circling the little nub aggravatingly slow. You stretched outward to cup him through his sweatpants, his hip instinctively bucking into your palm. 
You tugged on the hem of his shirt signalling for him to remove it, he took the hint pulling it over his head. Your mouth watered at the sight of his happy trail disappearing down into his waistband, you wasted no time leaning up to press kisses along the soft curls. Hooking your fingers into his sweatpants you yanked them down over his hips, his cock sprang upwards smacking against his stomach, you flatten you tongue against his skin to eagerly lick away the glistening drop of precum left behind. 
“Mmmm, oh there’s my girl,” he gasped taking your face between his hands. “You gonna take my cock in that pretty little mouth o’ yours, prove just how much you need me huh?” 
You looked up at him eyes wide and hungry with lust, you nodded rapidly and he laughed gently. You held his cock as he guided your face towards his tip, you licked a stripe along the underside from base to tip before taking him fully into your mouth. His grip moved from your cheeks into your hair, pulling it back out of your face and twisting it into a ponytail he could hold onto. He pulled your hair experimentally and you moaned again, the vibrations from your throat shooting straight along his length. 
“Look at me,” he demanded, you shifted your gaze to his face, bobbing your head as far as it would go before triggering your gag reflex. “Oh good girl, my good fucking girl.” 
He clenched his jaw and breathed deeply through his nose, trying to concentrate on not blowing his load too quickly but staring into your pretty eyes as you almost choked on his dick was bringing him closer and closer to the edge.  
You watched him close his eyes and throw back his head, his brow furrowed as he fought to keep control, the occasional whimper escaping his lips, it made your pussy throb. You loved looking at him like this, he was so unbelievably beautiful. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were that you were the one that got see him this way, touch and worship his body this way. Meanwhile Eddie’s mind was starting to wander as he tried to focus on anything but your lips wrapped around him. He got flashes of you on your back, your face screwed up in pleasure as you cried out only it wasn’t his name you were chanting, it was Tyler’s. Rage burned in his chest and his eyes snapped open to look back down at you, you could see the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing had deepened rapidly. 
“I need to be inside you,” his voice came out with a tremble that made your heart skip. “Fuckin’ aching for you sweetheart.”
Releasing him from your mouth you rose up to his height and crashed your lips to his in a frenzied kiss, his tongue dipping against your own to taste himself. You locked your fingers in his curls and pulled as he had done to you, revelling in the whine it elicited from him. He reached behind you to unzip your skirt and let it fall over your hips. Momentarily breaking away from him you scooted to lay back against his pillows, watching as he kicked his sweatpants the rest of the way down his legs and threw them to the side with the rest of your clothes. He wasted no time in ripping your panties down your legs, quickly crawling over you to reattach his lips to yours. 
His fingers came down to stroke your folds, running through your slick to make sure you were ready for him. You jolted at his touch, “Pleeease, Eddie, Eddie I gotta feel you, all of you.” 
“I know, I know sweetheart,” he rested his forehead to yours and lined himself up with your entrance, you felt all of the air leave your lungs and he pushed into you, stretching you so perfectly. Eddie softly grunted as he bottomed out, his eyes screwed shut from the feeling of you clenching him so tightly. 
He peppers your face with kisses as he starts to move, setting a steady pace that had your toes curling. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and breathed in your scent, his stomach fluttering as all of his senses were consumed by you. Mine, mine, mine, he repeated in his head as his hips picked up the pace, except he couldn’t call you his, not truly and it was killing him. 
You could tell he was still hurting from the way he was clinging to you, fingers digging into your hips so hard they would surely leave bruises, the metal of his rings leaving imprints on your skin. Your little game had gone on long enough, he needed to know how you really felt about him, that he had nothing to worry about cause there wasn’t a single person in the world that could possibly compare to him. You used your grip on his hair to pull him away from your neck, your nose brushing delicately along the edge of his you whispered against his lips. 
“I won’t go,” his pace faltered as he looked at you in question. “The date, I don’t wanna go.” 
Eddie sucked in a shaky breath as he tried to not show how relieved he was at your confession. He hadn’t fucked it all up, he still had a chance to make you his. He captured your lips in a searing kiss as he drove his hips into yours again, the pace he set faster than the previous. Your arms fly around his shoulders as he moves his upwards to encircle your back, both of you clinging to each other as if your lives depended on it. 
“I love you,” he can’t stop the words tumbling from his mouth, having been on the tip of his tongue for so long now it felt so exhilarating to finally say it out loud. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” 
“Fuck, fuck I love you too,” your eyes are sparkling with tears as the feelings of adoration became overwhelming. 
His hips were starting to stutter now, feeling him getting close and wanting to finish with him you reached one hand down to play with your clit. He’s fucking you harder than he ever has before, headboard banging against his wall, you felt the muscles in your stomach start to contract. 
“S’too much, fuck you feel so good,” you cried out as his cock continuously brushed against that spot inside you that made you see stars. 
“You gonna cum baby?” He whined, it was taking every bit of strength he had to hold back. 
“Yes, yeeees,” you watched his face in awe as it drove you to your peak, there was nothing sexier than Eddie Munson desperately trying to fight off an orgasm. The coil snapped and your walls spasmed around him, a string of broken curses spewing from your lips. 
“Holy fuuuuck,” Eddie slurred releasing his load inside of you, his hips continued to thrust lazily into you as he moaned against your skin, only stopping when he was completely spent. He went boneless in your arms and you squealed as he crushed you under his full weight. You made no move to push him away though enjoying the feeling as you dragged your fingernails up and down his spine with a feather light touch, giggling as you felt the goosebumps erupt over his skin. 
“You love me,” you couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face as you remembered his confession. He lifted his head from where it was lay on your chest to look up at you with devotion. 
“I do,” he reaffirmed. “And you love me.” 
“Yes,” you sighed, his eyes fluttered closed as you gently traced the lines and freckles of his face. 
“This is it?” He asked with a waiver to his voice. “Me and you? No more fucking around?” 
“No more fucking around,” you agreed. 
You stay there with him nuzzling your chest and your fingers running through his hair until your limbs were aching and you were dying to pee. You both groaned as you pried yourself apart and on shaky legs you made your way towards the bathroom. You took one look in the bathroom mirror and gasped as you took in the sight of your neck, you looked like you’d just had sex with a fucking vampire. Dark angry circles and teeth marks littered the expanse of your neck, part of your collarbones and even a few around your breasts. You were going to have a hard time covering those up for sure. 
“Eddie!” You shrieked, he came running to the bathroom thinking something was wrong but only barked out a laugh when you pointed at the hickeys. 
“What?” He shrugged. “How else was I gonna make sure everyone knew you were taken?” 
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Please help me out here, my sister just sent me this after I told her my findings
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So - Sex Education on Netflix S2 E4.
Jackson auditioning for Romeo and Juliet || Troy Bolton in HSM
Adam throwing rocks at Eric’s window at night || most 00s romcoms
Adam taking Eric to the scrap heap place to smash shit || Stranger Things S2 E6, same-ish backdrop to when Steve, Dustin, Lucas and Max are waiting for the demigorgons on the bus
Are people seeing this or am I high as shit rn
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I’m a sucker for Eddie and a Henderson sister trope could I request something where The reader is dustins sister super sarcastic just eye rolls constantly and Eddie loves flirting with her because of this and one day she has enough and just makes her move ? Thank you ❀
Your wish is my command (3 months later) enjoy your random Tuesday night/Wednesday morning smut!
Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pining, smut, oral sex(f! receiving), unprotected sex (I'm a whore).
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"Henderson! You home?"
Eddie's booming voice coming from your front door makes you jump, you're used to him swinging by to pick up Dustin, but not at 11am on a Saturday when you’re trying to enjoy the relative peace of an empty house.
“I am, but I’m pretty sure I’m not the Henderson you want.” You call out, returning your attention back to your book as Eddie saunters through the hall.
“Oh, I wouldn’t know about that.” The flirtatious response comes without him missing a beat, making you shake your head at him, as he flops down on the sofa, narrowly avoiding sitting on your feet, “Where’s your brother then?”
You shrug, “How should I know? I thought he was leading a one-shot today?”
Eddie tilts his head to the side, “He is
 not at 11am though. Kid begged me to come over for 11 to run some things by me.”
“I was thinking I’ve never seen you out of bed before 1pm on a weekend.” 
“Oh? Think about me in bed a lot, do you?” You snort incredulously, rolling your eyes,
“Not what I was saying. At all.” You cast your eye up off the page in front of you, catching a glimpse of the smirk on Eddie’s face before quickly redirecting your attention, trying to ignore the heat pooling between your thighs and willing the blush in your cheeks to stop deepening.
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You'd been nursing a pretty severe crush on the metalhead since the first time you'd had to pick up Dustin from a Hellfire session. You knew Eddie of course, there wasn't a person in Hawkins who didn't know Eddie. You'd been a senior with him during his first senior year. But it wasn't until you'd seen him at that meeting that you saw Eddie, hair wild, eyes bright and a huge smile on his face as he clapped Dustin on the back. You weren't sure exactly what changed when you saw him like that, just that it made your cheeks warm, his smile reflected in your face. You didn't speak to him at that session, you just waited in your car, flicking your lights at Dustin as he squinted around the parking lot. Making sure to get your face back to a neutral expression before your brother entered the car and grilled you. You had assumed it was a one off, something about good lighting hitting Eddie. But it happened again, and again. 
It got worse every week but the pinnacle was the time you had to go hunting for Dustin, wandering the corridors until you found the room. Your crush at this point was so painfully obvious that even the sound of Eddie's voice, muffled by a door, was enough to set your heart racing. You've picked up Dustin from enough D&D sessions over the years to know its bad form to come bursting in when the dungeon master is mid flow, and from listening you can tell the session is winding up so you stay on the other side of the door, planning on grabbing Dustin by his arm before you have to see Eddie. Unfortunately, the group leaves as a pack, Eddie leading them out of the room and leaning against the door to let them out. 
"Damn Henderson, why didn't you warn us your sister was a stone cold fox these days?" Eddie whistles as he takes you in, a smile slowly spreading over his features, Dustin wrinkles his nose at Eddie's words,
"Gross. That's my sister."
"Your very hot sister." Eddie persists, noticing the blush on your cheeks, ignoring Dustin's protests. You roll your eyes at Eddie, keen to save face, avoid letting Eddie know he's getting to you.
"Dream on Munson." You let your eyes linger on his face long enough to see a smirk. Damn it. He knew he was getting under your skin.
"Oh believe me, I'll be dreaming about it." He winks as you pull Dustin out to your car. 
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"Are you reading a dirty book Henderson?" Eddie's voice breaks the silence between you, you flick your eyes back up to his, twinkling with mischief.
"Why on earth would you think that?" 
"Well
 here I am, the object of all your desires. And you're there. Reading." 
"Trying to read." You correct pointedly lifting the book into his line of sight. 
"That's not a no
" Eddie pauses before he plucks the book from your hands, careful to keep your place marked with a hand as he flips through. 
"Eddie!" You exclaim, reaching for the book, launching yourself onto his lap in your effort to grab it from him. 
"Well hey there," Eddie smiles at you, inches from your face as he holds the book in the air. 
"Hi," You breathe out the word as you lean in against your better judgement. Eddie's hand that's not holding your book out of your reach comes to your face, pushing an errant strand of hair away from your face. 
"Hey sis! Is Eddie here yet?" You dive off of Eddie's lap as you hear Dustin's voice calling from the door. 
"Mhm. He's in here." You sit as far from Eddie on the couch as is physically possible, taking your book from Eddie wordlessly. 
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Another Saturday rolls around and once again you find yourself enjoying the empty house while your mother is spending time with her church group and Dustin delivered into the care of the Wheeler's by yourself that afternoon. You spend some of your afternoon sorting out laundry and making sure the house is tidy, eventually the July heat beats you and you head to the bathroom to get into the shower. 
You lean your head back, letting the water massage your scalp, letting a sigh go as you relax. Of course as you relax you let your mind wander, and who could blame your mind for wandering to thoughts of a certain metalhead, imagining that the hands that trail along your body are his, that your soft fingertips teasing your nipples are his, pinching with a wicked grin on his face as he leans closer to you, brown eyes obscured by lust dilated pupils. One hand slips lower, gliding down your stomach until you find that spot between your thighs, your fantasies becoming so tangible you swear you can feel the ghost of cold rings on your inner thighs, your other hand reaches up, unhooking the shower head from your wall and letting the warm stream wash over you, relaxing your body further, tracing a slow path over your skin, intensifying the sensation between your thighs where your fingers are sliding over your clit, thoughts so tuned to Eddie you swear you could faintly smell him, aftershave layered over cigarettes and weed, a weak attempt at disguising the latter. As the water creeps closer to your core you lean back against the cool tile, giving you more support, needed, since your knees are growing weaker the further you indulge. You left a soft moan slip out, 
"Oh, Eddie." 
"Henderson?" Comes a confused voice from the other side of your bathroom door. Your eyes snap open, your imagination is good, but it's not that good.
You switch off the water, praying somehow Eddie didn't hear you moaning his name, cheeks ablaze as you realise you didn't bring clothes into the bathroom, just your towel. You poke your head around the door and Eddie quickly covers his eyes,
"Shit! You trying to kill me?" 
"You're the one that arrived unannounced!" You retort, stepping out into the hallway and scurrying over to your room. "Dustin's not even here! He's at Mike's." 
"No, I know, I came to see you. Didn't realise I'd be seeing quite so much of you though, lucky me." Even through your closed bedroom door you swear you can hear the smirk on his voice. You throw on some clothes and open your door,
"What do you want Eddie?" You sound harsher than you intend,
"Ouch. So hostile." Eddie pretends to clutch at his heart as though your words have grievously wounded him.
"Well I'm assuming you didn't come all the way out here just to flirt?" 
"Ah, so you do know I'm flirting." Eddie flashes you a dazzling smile as he leans against your door frame, head tilted to the side.
"You're about as subtle as a brick Eddie." You point out flatly, earning a chuckle from the man before you.
"Okay, I might be way out of line saying this and feel free to kick me out if I'm wrong. But you like me too."
You don't answer, but you feel your face growing hotter.
"So you like me. I like you. Tell me why we can't be together." 
"Because! You're friends with my brother and I'm not trying to take his friend away or make him uncomfortable." Eddie nods,
"That's a really nice sentiment, but what about you? What do you want?" 
"That doesn't matter." You drop your gaze from his face to the floor as though your eyes might betray you and give up what you truly want. Eddie steps closer, taking your hands in his and squatting slightly so he's in your line of sight,
"It definitely matters. What do you want?" 
Fuck it.
"You." Your voice scarcely a whisper but Eddie hears it nonetheless and is pressing you against your doorframe as he captures your lips in a searing kiss before you even have time to blink, or breathe, or think. 
"Knew you liked me too." Eddie grins as he pulls back, resting his forehead on yours, the cheesiness of his grin making you instinctively roll your eyes, avoiding eye contact with him until Eddie takes your chin in his hand, that dark smirk forming on his mouth, turning your head to the side to whisper in your ear,
"Roll your eyes at me again, I dare you." You shiver involuntarily at his breath on your neck, "Guess I could always find another way to make those pretty eyes roll." Eddie whispers this against the skin of your neck, punctuating his sentence with a soft bite to your skin there, just hard enough to make you whimper. Unconsciously your hands place themselves on his chest, stroking down until your hands are fiddling with his belt, 
"Keen?" Eddie asks with a teasing smile on his face, eyes impossibly darkened with lust, you nod, straining your neck to be able to kiss him as you slip a hand inside his jeans making him flinch slightly and hiss,
"Shit, can we not do this in your hallway? Bit too exposed." You nod and pull him into your room by his shirt, kissing him with every step until you both land on your bed, Eddie stretching out a long leg to kick your door shut.
Eddie's hands roam your body freely, mapping out the spots that make you shiver all without breaking this kiss, while your hands shrug his jacket off, help him out of his trousers until only his shirt remains to be shed and your lips are forced to come apart as you yank it over his head. Eddie is swift to return the favour, stripping you of your clothes and underwear, pulling the covers of your bed over the both of you when he notices your slight discomfort at your vulnerable state.
"We can stop you know, I'm not some insatiable sex demon." 
"So the rumours aren't true?" You tease, looking up at him with a cheeky smile, and he shakes his head, amused. Then his head disappears under your covers, kissing a trail down your body, destination abundantly obvious to you,
"Hey, you don't have to, uh, do that." Eddie lifts the sheet and his head reappears an incredulous expression on his face,
"No one's ever done this to you before have they?" You shake your head,
"Well that's fucking criminal. I know I don't have to but I would like to, if you want." 
"I don't see what you're going to get out of it but go ahead." Eddie laughs as kisses your inner thighs,
"Let me show you what you've been missing." Eddie starts slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you, so instead of diving right in he does small kitten licks at your clit, letting you get used to the sensation. When he feels the tension leave your thighs and your soft sighs turn into needy moans he ups the ante, planting sloppy kisses on and around your clit, sucking softly, enough to make you tremble. Eddie teases your entrance with one finger, tracing slowly, lips coming away from your clit so that he can check in,
"Now, someone's definitely done this before, right?" Eddie presses a fraction harder to indicate what he's referring to and you nod, 
"Wasn't good though." You admit a little breathlessly, "Felt like he was looking for his car keys." Eddie has to pause for a second, trying not to laugh at the exasperated expression on your face,
"Okay well, I'll do my best to not make you feel like that. If you want?" You nod, and Eddie slips his finger inside in one smooth motion and before you can stop them, your eyes roll back slightly and you see a smug grin on Eddie's face
"Told you I could find a way to make those pretty eyes roll." Eddie shifts himself so his face is back between your legs, mouth returning to lavish attention on your clit while Eddie slips a second finger inside you, crooking them slightly until they hit a spot that you were convinced only you knew about, your hips grinding against Eddie's face confirm that he's found your gspot and so he works his mouth and fingers in tandem, making that blissful warm heat that pools in your stomach spread, until all you can feel is waves of pleasure that refuse to abate because Eddie just keeps going, prolonging your orgasm until you're babbling slightly about how good he's making you feel. You don't remember when you shut your eyes but now they open to see Eddie beside you, looking very pleased with himself as he twists his glistening hand in the light, before taking his fingers into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue.
"No theatrics, it's not that good." 
"Oh I beg to differ." Eddie shifts so his hands are planted either side of your head and leans down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste yourself on his tongue, groaning as he does so. As he deepens the kiss he presses his body against yours, as though any space between your bodies is a personal affront to him, he stops shy of lining himself up, never one to take advantage,
"Want to keep going?"
"Yes. Please." You wince a little at the desperation in your tone, feeling a little embarrassed, a feeling that soon leaves when you see the look on Eddie's face that you want him so badly your voice would give you away like that. 
Eddie goes to climb off the bed in search of his wallet somewhere in the pile of clothes but you put a hand on his arm,
"I'm on the pill Eddie."
He chokes, "You want me bareback?" Eyes still bugging out of his skull when you nod, "Nope, please let me hear you say it, I can die happy then." 
You snort but do as he asks, begging him go fuck you raw, inflating his ego beyond measure as you do so. But his ego is quickly deflated once more as he let's slip a whimper as he first slides in, feeling your soaked walls contract around him.
"Shit. So fucking tight. You okay?" 
"I'm fine just ah never been so fucking full in all my life." You struggle to get the words out as you adjust to the pleasurable stretch of Eddie's cock splitting you open.
Eddie pulls back slowly, gritting his teeth as he resists his most basic urges to start slamming in recklessly, fucking you into next week. Instead he sets an almost painfully slow rhythm, with you feeling every ridge of his cock dragging against your walls with every motion, building your orgasm at a maddeningly slow pace. 
"Faster Eddie please faster." You moan out, almost breaking his heart with the desperation in your voice.
"Hold on tight then." Eddie half jokes, hitching your legs around his waist and picking up his rhythm until he is railing you remorselesly, practically drooling at the way your body appears to pull him deeper inside you with every thurst, tightening as he pushes you closer to your peak. You send up a silent prayer of thanks that your house is relatively far away from your neighbours, knowing that the moans and cries of pleasure escaping both of you would definitely clue in your neighbours as to your activities. 
"Getting close," You pant out, bidding Eddie to keep going, to keep ravaging you so perfectly. And he does, desperately rutting into you like it was his only goal in life to make you cum around his cock, and he gets his wish as you finish with a loud burst of expletives framing his name, nails scratching angry red lines down his back and legs trembling as they lock around his waist.
"I've got you, I've got you." Eddie soothes you as he keeps going, locking his lips with yours as he teeters on the edge, finally losing his last shred of control when you slip your tongue into his mouth. 
You stay locked around each other like this for a few minutes, catching your breath together. You whine a little when Eddie finally pulls out, resenting the loss and shuddering a little at the foreign sensation of his cum leaking out of you.
"You okay?" Eddie strokes your face affectionately as he lays beside you, you nod,
"Don't think my legs will work for the rest of the day though."
"I wish I could say I'm sorry." You laugh at his cockiness and he smiles sweetly, leaning in to kiss you. "How long do we have the house to ourselves for?"
You glance at the clock on your beside table, "About an hour."
"Oh imagine all the fun things we can get up to in an hour." Eddie earns another eye roll for this.
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Eddie taglist: @hellfire-puppet @just-absolutely-feral @fangirling-4-ever @and-claudia @scrumptiouslyangrystarfish @quinndjarin @munsonsgirl71 @likedovesinthewnd @boomhauer @joejoequinnquinn @callmeloverr
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“Oh, it’s the championship game?”
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prozacandnicotine · 1 year
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Holy fuckin shit
smoke
pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, cigarettes, oral male and fem receiving, cum eating, p in v, daddy! kink, size kink, overstimulation, fingering
summary: Pretty much just porn. You and Eddie share a cigarette.
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Eddie was having a bad day. You had left for work before he woke up and he hadn’t gotten to see you. He’d gotten chewed out by his boss for his “unprofessional” appearance. He forgot the lunch you packed him at home and had to eat shitty food from the mini-mart across from his job. Now he was sitting on the couch waiting for you to return home as he mindlessly watched television.
He sighed and pulled a cigarette out of the pack sitting on the side table. He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. Just as he exhaled his first drag, you walked through the door. His heart skipped a beat, overjoyed that he was finally getting to see you. You had missed Eddie just as much and hadn’t had a much better day. Eddie was starting to rise from the couch when you walked towards him.
You took the cigarette from between Eddie’s lips and straddled his hips, molding your lips against his. You could taste the tobacco, still fresh on his tongue. Eddie’s hand moved to your hip and then slid up to your waist as the kiss continued. He hummed involuntarily and you smirked against his lips. His large hands sprawled against you, feeling the curves of your body as he lost himself in the kiss.
You pulled away finally, Eddie leaning forward towards you to keep his lips connected with yours for as long as he could. You smiled softly at him. You raised the cigarette up to your mouth, taking a short drag before holding it out to Eddie again. He turned his head to press a kiss to your hand before letting you put it back between his upturned lips.
“I missed you all day,” you sighed.
“I missed you too, baby,” he replied, the cigarette dangling between his lips. You leaned into Eddie’s body, tucking your head into his neck as your chest fell against his. Eddie hummed contentedly. You sat like that for a few minutes, Eddie running his fingertips along your back comfortingly as he smoked. Eventually he leaned over to put the cigarette butt in the ashtray. After you felt like you had decompressed, you had something else on your mind.
“Eddie?” You called.
“Hmm?” You were still chest to chest with Eddie, refusing to put any space between you. He was completely absorbed in the feeling of you in his arms.
“Had a bad day. Need daddy to make it better,” you told him. Eddie smirked above you.
“Is that right, princess?” He teased you. You leaned away so you could meet his eyes.
“Please, daddy,” you whined. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.
“What do you want, baby?” He asked. You tilted your head in thought.
“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” You requested. Eddie gave you a sweet smile.
“Of course you can, baby,” he told you.
“Thank you, daddy.” You climbed off Eddie’s lap so you could settle in front of him on your knees. You reached up and ran your hand over the crotch of Eddie’s pants. Eddie groaned quietly. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. You pulled at his belt, unlinking the buckle and then pulling at Eddie’s jeans. He lifted his hips from the couch to let you slide his pants and boxers down. He was already half hard when you reached up to take him in your hand.
“Take yours off too, baby. Want to see you,” Eddie told you. You rose back to your feet, tugging your pants off along with your shirt and bra, You left on your thong, always loving it when Eddie took your panties off for you. You sank back down to your knees and began stroking Eddie again.
“That’s it, good girl. Make your daddy feel good,” Eddie ordered. You spit onto your hand and began stroking him gently. You hummed in approval as he grew to his full size. You smiled at Eddie keeping your eyes locked with his as you leaned towards him. You stuck your tongue out and licked a delicate circle around the tip of his cock. Eddie chuckled darkly.
“If you want daddy to make it better for you then you should be a good girl,” Eddie said.
“I am being good, daddy! Just gotta warm up,” you said. “Your cock is too big. It’s hard to fit it in my mouth.” Eddie grinned. You kept moving your hand up and down his thick shaft.
“Hard to fit it in your pussy too, baby. I fuck you everyday and you’re still always so tight around me,” he said. Your face burned and embarrassment spread over your face. “What? You embarrassed by how bad you need me all the time?” Eddie teased. You were silent. “Answer me.”
“Yes, daddy,” you said obediently. Eddie reached out and ran his fingertips over your cheek.
“Don’t be, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed. “Your daddy needs you just as bad. Now get to work,” he ordered.
“Yes, daddy,” you responded. You leaned down, opening your mouth wide. You kept your tongue over your teeth, widening it out as you took Eddie in your mouth. He was thick and long and in the last two years of your relationship you’d never been able to get him entirely down your throat. You worked what you couldn’t in your hands, rotating them as you stroked up and down with both. You focused on Eddie’s tip at first, hollowing your cheeks out and sucking firmly on the head of his cock. You ran your tongue over the ridge where his shaft became the head and he groaned loudly. You swallowed around his tip.
“Fuck, angel,” Eddie breathily gasped. “So good to me,” he praised. You hummed around him and he shuddered. You took one hand off his shaft and moved it to his balls, tugging on them and rolling them in your hand gently. Eddie’s hand shot down to your hair, pulling you quickly off his cock.
“No more, baby. I want to fuck you,” Eddie said. You whined in disapproval.
“I want to taste your cum, daddy,” you complained. Eddie smirked. He loved how dirty you were. You didn’t have much experience before him, but you were open to Eddie’s experimentation and had become just as kinky as him.
“I’ll let you taste it after I fuck you, baby. I promise,” he said. “Get up here.” He patted his lap. You whined again, but followed his instructions, straddling him. Eddie reached between your legs and slipped his ring and middle fingers into your underwear, running them through your folds.
“Ah! Eds!” You gasped and your hips shot up. You were sensitive. You had been desperate for him all day and it wasn’t going to take much to make you come.
“Jesus christ, princess,” Eddie responded. “I barely even touched you,” he said. He kept moving his fingers against you. “And you’re soaked.”
“I’ve needed you all day, daddy,” you whined. Eddie slipped his fingers inside you. “Oh
” You gasped under your breath. Eddie chuckled.
“What were you thinking about all day?” Eddie asked. He kept moving his fingers in and out of you in a slow and teasing rhythm.
“The day we moved in,” you said, “When you fucked me on the floor because we didn’t have a mattress,” you said. Eddie smirked. He began rubbing the pads of his fingers against your walls, curling his knuckles against you. You moaned dramatically and your hips stuttered. Eddie steadied you with his free hand.
“How many times did I make you come that day?” He asked. You didn’t respond, too focused on the feeling of Eddie’s fingers
inside you. The hand that was on your hip released you and moved to give your ass a quick spank. “How many?” He asked again.
“Four,” you said. Eddie hummed in approval. He hooked his wrist underneath your body so he could angle his thumb against your clit. You cried out in pleasure and your nails dug into Eddie’s shoulders.
“Your record,” Eddie commented. You nodded, right on the edge of your orgasm. Eddie smirked. “Why don’t we try to break it?” He scraped his teeth down your neck and that small sensation brought down the dam you had been trying to keep up and you came hard.
“Oh, fuck!” You cried. Your hips fell down harder onto Eddie’s hand as you struggled to hold yourself up. Eddie kept moving inside you, not wanting to give you any reprieve. “Unghh, daddy!” You whined incoherently. “I need a second,” you gasped.
“You’ll get a second, darling. I told you we’re breaking your record,” he joked. You didn’t have the capacity to laugh as his thumb continued to move relentlessly against your clit. You whimpered as you felt your second orgasm approaching.
“Gonna come again, daddy!” you whined.
“Go on then, baby. Be a good girl for your daddy,” Eddie said, his voice smooth as silk. You leaned your head into Eddie’s shoulder as you came again. Eddie felt your pussy flexing around his fingers, squeezing at his digits and pulling him deeper inside you. He scissored his fingers inside you.
“Ahahhh!” You screamed. “Wait! Wait!” You gasped. Eddie decided to give you mercy and slipped his fingers out of you. You leaned away from his shoulder. Eddie smiled softly when he saw the tears on your cheeks.
“Such a cry baby,” Eddie cooed lovingly. “So sensitive even though I give you exactly what you want.” He wiped the tears off your cheeks. You looked down between your bodies and licked your lips. You reached back down to take Eddie’s cock in your hand. He let you make a few strokes before he grabbed your wrist and stopped you.
“No, sweetheart. I’ve got more to do with you,” Eddie said. You pouted and sighed dramatically, batting your eyelashes at him. “That’s not gonna work today,” he told you. “Stand up.” You sighed again but rose from his lap. Eddie turned his body and laid along the length of the couch. You started to move towards Eddie’s hips,
“Ah, ah ah,” he tutted. He reached out to you with his hands. “Up here.” He tilted his head to signal what he meant. You hummed in approval. Much as you wanted Eddie’s cock, you loved to ride his face.
You straddled his face, a knee on either side of his head. You were lowering yourself slowly when Eddie grabbed your hips and yanked you towards him.
“Fuck, yes!” You gasped. Eddie’s tongue was warm against your folds, licking stripes up your lips, tongue flat against your hole. Eddie ignored your clit. His nose would bump against the sensitive bud occasionally, but he was doing his best to tease you. You got impatient and started grinding against Eddie’s face to get him where you wanted him. He chuckled and you realized that’s what he had wanted.
You moved your hips roughly against Eddie’s tongue and you felt yourself getting close again. Eddie could tell by the way your hips had lost their rhythm and how your moans grew more intense. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you tight against his mouth, sucking harshly on your clit as he flicked it with his tongue inside his mouth.
“Mmhng! Daddy!” The sounds you made were mostly incoherent but it didn’t take a detective to know you were coming. Your chest heaved as pleasure ran through you like electricity. You lifted yourself off Eddie’s mouth to escape the stimulation as you began to come down.
“You taste so good, princess,” Eddie said as he looked up at you.
“I still want a taste of you,” you reminded Eddie. You shifted down his body so you were straddling his hips.
“Yes, ma’am. You’ll get a taste of daddy’s cum. I promise,” Eddie said.
“Can I have your cock now, daddy? Please?” You begged.
“Yeah, princess, you can. And I’m even going to let you ride me,” Eddie said. Your face lit up in a smile. You quickly started moving to line yourself up with Eddie’s cock. Eddie chuckled at your eagerness.
“Don’t laugh, daddy!” You pouted. Eddie reached out and rested his hand on your thigh, giving you a loving squeeze.
“I’m not making fun, baby. You’re just so cute,” Eddie told you. You let your pout turn into a smile. “Go on then, sweetheart. Give your daddy a ride,” Eddie called. Your cheeks heated but you got back to business, sliding Eddie’s tip through your folds a few times before you began to sink down onto him.
Eddie’s cock was big. It wasn’t just long. It was thick too. You always needed time to adjust to it, even after two years. However, you were soaked and you had never had an easier time sliding down onto Eddie’s cock.
“I love the way you fill me up, daddy,” you murmured. You had sunk all the way down onto Eddie’s cock and you stilled as you tried to adjust to how big he was. Eddie reached up to your stomach and pressed his hand against it. He could feel his cock pressing against your stomach. He groaned roughly.
“What are you waiting for, baby? Make yourself come,” Eddie growled up to you. You moaned at his words and began moving your hips slowly against Eddie’s body. You leaned over him, caging him to the couch and rocked back and forth against him.
“Oh, daddy,” you moaned. You began moving faster as you found a good rhythm. You leaned away from Eddie’s body and began bouncing up and down on Eddie’s cock. Eddie smiled as he watched you taking your pleasure from him. Suddenly he grabbed your hips and lifted you off him. You glared down at him.
“What the hell?” You spat.
“Turn around. I wanna see your pretty ass, baby,” Eddie said. You smirked, despite being upset about the interruption, you always loved being complimented on your ass. You crawled around to face Eddie’s feet and then lined yourself back up and sank back down onto Eddie.
“Ohh,” you moaned. Eddie’s hands gripped your ass as you began moving up and down on him again. You were bouncing more and more quickly as you felt another orgasm approaching.
“I can feel you clenching on my cock, baby,” Eddie called. “Come again. You can do it, sweetheart,” Eddie encouraged. You gasped as you held your orgasm back. Eddie spanked you roughly. “I said come.” You screamed in pleasure as you let yourself explode and fall toward Eddie’s legs. Eddie tapped your ass lightly to signal for you to get off him once you’d recovered. Somehow you managed to slide off his cock and into a strange heap at one end of the couch. Before you could settle Eddie was grabbing your body and throwing you so that you laid straight along the couch.
“Eddie, I can’t anymore,” you whimpered. “Let me finish you off with my mouth,” you pleaded.
“No, sweetheart. Once more on my cock and then we’ll be done,” Eddie said. You whined slightly but spread your legs as he climbed back on top of you. He slid into you quickly.
“You feel so good, baby. So tight. So warm,” Eddie murmured. He started moving his hips slowly at first, letting you recover a bit from the overstimulation you were feeling. He grabbed the leg that wasn’t locked in by couch cushions and pushed it out to spread you wide for himself. You cried out suddenly.
“Oh god, Eddie!” You sobbed. Eddie reached up and wiped the tears that were falling from your eyes. He began moving his hips faster. He grabbed onto one of your breasts in a way that would surely leave bruises.
“Come for me,” Eddie murmured as he hammered into you. You let out a little gasp with each thrust of his hips. He reached down and pushed his thumb against your clit. He rubbed his thumb in little circles.
“I think I’m gonna pee, Eddie!” You whimpered. Eddie chuckled darkly.
“You’re not. Just relax, honey. You’ll feel so fucking good,” he murmured down to you.
“Eddie–” you started to protest. Eddie could feel the way you were holding yourself back—the tightness of your muscles and the way you were holding your breath.
“Relax, honey. Let go. You’re gonna feel amazing. I promise,” You gave a small nod as you let your body relax. Your orgasm overtook you immediately and you screamed in pleasure.
“Oh my god! Eddie, yes!” You cried. Eddie sped up his thrusts and thumb as you came and you gasped as you felt a warm fluid pouring out of you. You turned your head down to watch as you squirted all over Eddie’s cock. His abs were splattered with your cum as he continued to fuck into you. You gasped as you began coming down. You were flexing and clenching uncontrollably around Eddie’s cock as you came down.
“Oh fuck, honey,” Eddie groaned. “I’m gonna come.”
“In my mouth, Eddie,” you called. “I want to taste it,” you managed to say despite how delirious you were from the orgasm.
“Can’t, baby,” he gasped. He thrust deep into you. “Gotta mark this pussy up with my cum.” You felt his cum spurting into you. It was warm and it made you feel like you belonged to Eddie to have it inside you. Eddie pulled out of you and leaned back on his knees.
“I wanted to taste it,” you whined. “You promised.”
“Relax, princess. You’ll get a taste,” Eddie soothed. He shifted down the couch and leaned down. He dove his tongue into your pussy,
“Fuck, baby!” You gasped. You felt Eddie’s long tongue reaching deep inside you to coax out his cum. He held it in his mouth and then climbed up your body. He leaned down and kissed you. You opened your mouth and took his cum into your mouth, swallowing it greedily.
“Mmm,” you moaned as he pulled away. “Thank you, daddy.”
“You’re welcome, princess,” Eddie spoke tenderly. He kissed your forehead. He cradled you in his arms and pulled you into his lap as he sat up. You shifted so you were chest to chest with him, your head tucked into his neck—the same way you’d been when you got home. You hummed in contentment. Eddie ran his hands through your hair, undoing the tangles that had formed while he was fucking you. He seemed to get pleasure out of taking care of you.
Eddie reached over and grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the side table. He lit one and took a drag, blowing the smoke away from you. You leaned away from him and opened your mouth. Eddie smirked. He moved the cigarette to rest between your lips and held it for you as you took a drag. Eddie smiled as he watched you exhale. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into a heart-stopping kiss. You hummed blissfully into Eddie’s mouth. He pulled away with a smile on his face.
Eddie put the cigarette between his lips. Before he could exhale his drag you kissed him again, letting him exhale the smoke into your lungs. You’d done it before. It was one of your favorite little rituals the two of you shared. There was something intimate about it that felt special—to know you were both breathing the same poisoned air. It was like you were both living and dying for each other in one moment. That’s why you loved it. It was the essence of your love for one another.
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😭😭😭😭😭😭 I want him
I've Got You
♄ ♄  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and your flatmate have perfected the art of wingmanship for one another. It’s a great system that seems to work every single time, until you’re left unsatisfied.
CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, smut, angst
Author’s note: baby’s first smutty series - sorry if it’s bad! The insane reaction I got to part 4 was really unexpected and I loved every second of it - I really hope part 5 lives up to everyone’s expectation!! Extra special thanks to my buddies @ghostinthebackofyourhead​ and @dirtyeddietini​ for inspiring, encouraging and being so very unbearably supportive for absolutely no reason: I love you!
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part one - part two - part three - part four - part five
You scanned Joe’s face to see if he was joking. All you could see was drunken haziness in Joe’s eyes and you swore your vision coloured pure red for a second.  
Oh no.
Feelings.
Angers washed over you. You were seething. Absolutely livid. Mostly at Joe, but you also felt some of it clawing at you inwardly. You were angry with yourself because, of course. Of fucking course. Why the fuck was this not what you had expected on this night out?  
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Steve sees how nervous Eddie makes you, and it gives him an idea...
CW:| 8.4k | 18+!!! domsub dynamic, dom!Eddie, daddy!Steve, Master , Sir, bratty reader, sub reader, fem reader , rough rough mean! Eddie, degradation (slut whore) , face slapping, choking, spit?, oral (m receiving), perv? Steve, p in v sex, lots of pet names because I hate "y/n"
AN: Inspired by this post ! I kind of view this as a precursor to my entire Steddie! writing universe.. I hope you all love it as much as I do. As always, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated and welcome. - Vi
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Together 
“You’re sure?” Steve asks, his eyes on you as you slip your skirt on over your lace thong. Your top half is clad in a strappy red bustier, your tits practically spilling out over the flimsy material. 
You nod at your boyfriend. “I’m sure Stevie. Are you sure?” you reply, putting the collared sweater on over your top. 
The boy nods, biting his lip as you walk toward him, standing between his legs as he sits on his bed. You comb your hand through his hair, smiling down at him. His hands reach up under your skirt, grabbing your ass.
“He’ll be here soon, let’s go downstairs,” he says, giving you a light smack before getting up, grabbing your hand and guiding you downstairs. 
It had all started just a few weeks ago. Steve had noticed when you came to surprise him while he was at work. -
“Hi baby,” Steve says as you approach the counter. “What’s this?” He asks as you hand him the coffee you brought to surprise him. 
“Just thought you could use a pick me up,” You smile at your boy. You were planning on running in and kissing him all over, but there was someone else blocking your way.
“You’re the best baby, thank you,” Steve smiles back at you, taking the coffee and kissing your cheek. “Oh, yeah baby you know Eddie,” Steve says, remembering the boy in front of him dressed in all black. 
Your cheeks heat up at the way Eddie looks at you, unashamedly looking your body up and down as he flips a lighter around in his hand. You didn’t know Eddie well, but knew that he and Steve have gotten closer over the past year or so. He didn’t scare you necessarily, but he did make you a little nervous. He’s intimidating, with his dark style and obscure interests, and every time he looked at you, it always felt like he was seeing right through you. 
“Yeah. H-hi,” you stutter, stumbling over your words slightly. 
Eddie’s smirk is wolffish as he notices your nerves. “Hi,” he chuckles at your shyness. “It’s okay, I don’t bite.”
“That’s a lie,” Steve scoffs and your eyes flick to him quickly. You’re no angel, but Steve rarely talks or jokes about sex with anyone while you’re there- he’s typically very protective and private

“Wouldn’t you like to know Harrington,” Eddie winks at him. Your core tightens as the two boys seemingly flirt in front of you. You look at Steve, a blush coating your cheeks at the interaction, but he just shrugs before he has to turn his attention to a different customer at opposite end of the counter. 
Then, just a few days later, you lazily walked down the stairs at Steve’s house.  It was late, and you had just woken up after you had fallen asleep doing homework on his bed. And when you realized Steve wasn’t still in bed with you, you decided to get up and go find him. 
“Steve?” you ask, seeing the downstairs light on. You walk down tentatively, wearing only one of his big shirts and your underwear. 
“Down here sweetie,” Steve calls back to you, and as you round the corner you realize he isn’t alone. 
You are met with a grinning Steve and Eddie, sitting next to each other casually on the couch as a horror movie of some sort plays quietly in the background.
You stop in your tracks, suddenly feeling very exposed. “Oh uh- s sorry I’ll change,” you say, about to turn back up the stairs. 
But Eddie’s voice rings out , stopping you in your tracks “Don’t change on my account,” he says. “I  don’t mind.”
“Yeah honey come sit, it’s okay,” Steve adds, waving you over to him. 
You look at your boyfriend questioningly, unused to him being so comfortable with you being exposed in front of his friends. But it seems like his relationship with Eddie is
different. You walk toward them slowly, feeling their eyes on you. You land in front of the couch where they’re both man-spreading, creating little to no space for you to join them. 
Eddie looks from you to Steve as you shift awkwardly in front of them. “She’s so pretty Steve,” Eddie says, and your eyes widen. Your nerves are buzzing through your body, mixed with an unknown excitement at being looked at like prey by the two men. 
“She is isn’t she?” Steve replies . He grabs your hand gently and pulls you to sit on his lap. You shift so you’re half on him, half off, one knee slightly brushing Eddie’s, and it makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. Your heart flutters slightly and a tinge of guilt enters your brain, but it clears as you feel Steve’s semi-hard on beneath you.
“What do you say when someone compliments you?” Steve asks, his voice low in your ear. You look at him nervously, his dominance coming through in front of the other boy. You feel weak. 
“Th-Thank you,” you whisper, before turning to curl your face into Steve, hiding. 
“Aw, and you’ve taught her manners. Such a good girl,” Eddie taunts, his voice condescending as he talks down to you. It’s different than when Steve says it. Steve is always so sweet and loving, but how Eddie says it is
almost rude, patronizing. And it makes you melt. The way they are talking to and about you, so condescending and casual, makes you start to slip down into a cloudy headspace - one you’re only used to being in with Steve.
“Did you need something sweetie?” Steve asks you softly. You shake your head into his neck. “Jus’ wanted to see where you were,” you admit. 
Steve kisses your forehead. “Okay honey. Then go back upstairs and let Daddy finish talking with his friend,” he says, moving you so you’re standing up again. 
Your breath hitches at the use of his title in front of the other boy. Your heart is pounding as you look at Eddie, who’s watching you with a devilish grin. You stand there, dumbfounded by the dynamic in the room, and so horribly turned on. 
Then, Eddie sits up, his boots shifting on the ground by the couch. “Didn’t you hear him? Go Upstairs,” he demands, his voice unwavering and strong. You’re shocked, unmoving. 
“Now,” Eddie commands, and it stirs you out of your frozen state. You nod quickly and nearly run up the stairs, both slightly frightened, and extremely flustered. You end up back in Steve’s room, your back against the door as you find yourself trying to catch your breath 
What just happened? 
-
You end up falling back asleep in Steve’s big bed, your mind drifting to thoughts of Steve
and Eddie. You almost feel guilty, but you also can’t help the burning feeling you have that Steve was doing this to you on purpose. 
You’re startled by Stevie coming to cuddle next to you in bed. 
“Hi Honey,” he whispers in the dim light, kissing your neck. 
“Mmmm, hi,” you hum, turning to face him. 
Steve smiles at your sleepy face. “Thank you for being so good for me earlier,” he says, moving some of your hair behind your ear. 
“Of course,” you reply. “Was a little surprised but
I kind of liked it,” you admit. But Steve already knew that. He knows you, knows what you like, knows what you might like. His smile grows. 
He sits up taller, guiding you to do the same. 
“I have..an idea,” he starts. He’s a little hesitant, and it makes you nervous. You look at him expectantly, grabbing his hand in encouragement. 
“Well,” he says, taking his lip between his teeth. “You know you’re mine, right baby?” He asks. 
You nod. 
“And when something is yours, you get to decide what to do with it,” Steve continues. Your heart is pounding, unsure of where he’s leading this. 
“And I want to lend you to Eddie.”
Your stomach drops. Lend you to Eddie? Meaning

“He likes to play like we do, but he’s a little rougher. And I thought it would be nice to lend him my good little girl to play with. I know you’ve wanted to brat a little more and it’s hard in our dynamic
I’ll be there too to watch,” Steve explains. Your brain can barely process what he’s suggesting, but the heat in your cheeks , and between your legs, is telling. 
Steve observes you, taking in your flustered expression. “Is that something you’d like to do?” He asks. And you know that if you said no, he’d respect it- drop it completely. 
But you’re tempted. You can’t believe it’s even a possibility. And the thought of Steve watching while Eddie
.
You nod, biting your lip as your eyes search Steve’s for confirmation. He takes your hands in his, squeezing tightly. “Y-yes,” you breathe out. “I think I’d like that a lot.”
A smirk spreads across his handsome face. “Good girl.”
-
And that’s how you ended up here, walking downstairs to await Eddie’s arrival to your “movie night”, or as Steve called it, your play date with the metal head. 
Steve had told Eddie of your hard limits, and explained the nature of your dynamic - how you’re a little bratty, very subby, and that you refer to him as Daddy. He let Eddie in on your nature, the way you react to certain things, some of what you two have explored and what you are interested in exploring more
He gave Eddie the full scope of your dynamic, and was excited to let him corrupt you even more.
You sit on the couch patiently, watching Steve as he disappears into the kitchen. Your heart is racing in anticipation. Your teeth are etched into your lip, biting as you try not to let your brain wander too far into what could possibly occur tonight. That’s when you hear it -
A knock on the door. 
Your head turns quickly at the sound, the knock ringing through the silent house. “Answer it baby,” Steve instructs you, poking his head from around the corner. 
You get up slowly, your legs feeling shaky with nerves. You’re not sure what to expect- you’ve never interacted with Eddie much by yourself, and you know Steve is here too but it’s still intimidating. You try to steady your breathing as your hand reaches for the door.
You open it slowly, revealing Eddie in all black, a flimsy black backpack with him. 
He’s smiling that wolffish grin at you, seeming to have little to no nerves about the situation at hand. His frame naturally towers over yours, and the darkness of his eyes adds makes your breathing stop. Your hand is clutching the doorknob, steadying yourself. 
“Hi little thing,” he smirks at you. “Aren’t you going to invite me in to play?” 
Your cheeks heat up and your eyes find your feet in embarrassment. You hear a small shuffle behind you and turn to see Steve watching the interaction , leaning against the wall. His presence calms you some, and his nod gives you the confidence to let Eddie in. 
“S-sorry. Hi Eddie,” you smile meekly at the tall boy, moving so he can walk past you into the house. You close the door behind him, locking it promptly. 
“It’s okay. You’ll learn,” he says confidently, sauntering past you and Steve, into the living room. 
Your eyes lock with Steve again. “You okay?” he mouths, checking in on you. 
You give him a silent, quick nod. You wanted to do this. And Steve wanted it too. You force your legs to move, guiding you into the living room where you see Eddie sitting on the couch. 
He’s man-spread, elbows on his knees as he watches you, waits for you. His gaze sends a warmth to your core, your nerves tumbling around and already starting to turn you on. 
You approach him and stand with your hands behind your back, your feet rubbing against each other in your white socks. “Can I get you something to drink?” you ask, your voice coming out barely above a whisper. You curse yourself for not being able to speak up, your nerves apparent.
A quirked smirk grows on Eddie’s face. His eyes flick behind you to Steve standing not too far away, observing the interaction. 
“No, thank you sweetheart,” Eddie responds. You move to sit next to him on the couch, unsure how close to sit to him, but as soon as your bum hits the couch, you’re stopped. 
“Ah - ah. No,” Eddie says, a hand coming to wrap around your wrist. His touch is cold, the rings on his fingers heavy and pressing against your skin. 
“Kneel,” he demands, his voice calm and direct, but stern in the way he addresses you. He points with his free hand to the spot in front of him. 
“Right there. In front of me,” he explains. You move slowly, processing the demand. It’s already starting. 
You’re not unfamiliar with the kneeling position, it’s demeaning and absolutely an assertion of power. It’s a way Steve likes to help you drop into subspace, putting you below him - you’ve just never done it for anyone else. You drop to your knees on the floor, your skin scraping the carpet, and sit on your heels. Eddie releases your wrist and you let it lay on your lap with your other hand. As you look up at him through big eyes, you feel small, powerless. The feeling sends electricity to your core. You squeeze your thighs together slightly for some relief. 
“That’s it,” Eddie praises you, making your heart flutter. He leans forward, a hand coming to cup your chin, tilting it up slightly. “This is where you belong,” he states. 
“Looks good like this, doesn’t she Harrington?” he asks the other boy, but keeps his stare on you. It’s taking everything in you not to fidget, to squirm, you know it wouldn’t go unnoticed. 
“You should see what she looks like with her mouth full,” Steve comments. His tone of voice sends your heart fucking racing. He sounds strong yet arrogant. Cocky and dominant. The typical softness in his voice that he uses on you gone as he watches the scene unfold in front of him.
Eddie chuckles, moving his thumb to swipe across your lower lip. Your mouth parts automatically at his action and his eyes light up at your obedience. “Gonna explain a few things to you, get some things straight in your pretty little head,” Eddie says. 
He removes his hand, but your head stays tilted up, focused on him and only him. He’s already got you dropping in quickly.. “You call me Sir, or Master. You call Steve Daddy. Understand?” He asks, eyebrows raising. 
You swallow thickly. “ Y-yes Sir,” you reply, the title foreign on your tongue. You’ve never used a title on anyone but Steve, it feels strange, but enticing. You can feel the wetness growing between your legs, and suddenly are reminded that you actually have no idea if you’ll even get relief tonight. 
“Good,” Eddie says. 
“Good girl,” Steve adds quietly from behind you, reminding you of his presence, that you’re safe and protected. 
“Daddy Steve said you know the stoplight system, yes?” Eddie asks. 
“Yes Sir,” you respond. “Green for good, yellow for slow, red for stop.”
“Mmhmm,” Eddie murmurs. He praises significantly less than Steve does. It makes you want to earn those precious words from him so badly. 
“Let’s practice.” 
Before you even comprehend it, a hand flies to your cheek, smacking you hard.  Harder than you’re used to. It shocks you, making your mouth fall open in a gasp. The sting on your cheek lingers as Eddie asks - “Color?” 
It takes a short second for you to process, to decide. “G-Green,” you land on, sure, as you feel the smile start to creep on your face, the adrenaline rushing into your veins. 
You’re playing. You’re really playing with Eddie, and Steve is here and your veins are absolutely buzzing . 
Eddie’s eyes light up at your response, his tongue poking out slightly between his pink lips. His hand raises again and 
SMACK. 
He slaps, or hits,  you in the face again, harder than before. He must have moved his rings to his other hand because you didn’t feel them, but your jaw is now slack. Your breathing is rigid, your face turned to the side from the impact of the hit. Out of the corner of your blurry eye you could see Steve coming closer, a slightly worried look on his handsome face . 
But he must not see the look on yours- one of a dropped in sub, the glazed over eyes, the buzzing in your body, the slight fog in your head. You felt high. You started giggling a little to yourself from the shock of the hit. 
“Color?”  Eddie asks again, his gaze searching your face , learning about your pain tolerance and limits. 
You slowly turn your face back to him, cheek red. Your eyes are glinting with something devious, something dark within you being awakened. 
“So fuckin’ green,” you smirk, not recognizing the confidence in your own voice.
Eddie’s head quirks slightly, but he knows what this is. He knows exactly how to handle a little brat - especially one who’s never been truly broken. 
At your words his hand launches to your throat, choking you harshly. Your smirk still remains, though you are surprised by the action. Eddie easily uses his strength to bring your neck to the couch, pinning you so you are now leaned against it, ass on the floor and back being arched to accommodate the position. 
He raises his hand and slaps you again, with slightly more force than before, on your other cheek. It stings , and the pain registers something deep within you that feels so good. Your pussy starts to clench around emptiness as you continue to be manhandled. 
 “Watch your fucking mouth,”  Eddie spits at you from above.
Another slap makes you lose your smirk, replaced with a grimace as you hiss slightly from the pain.
“Think Daddy needs to start hitting you harder with a nasty mouth like that,” Eddie growls as he releases your throat for a moment, making you cough slightly. You catch your breath and his hand wraps right back around the soft skin.
Steve snickers. “She’s just testing you. Told you she was a little brat.” You hadn’t realized he had taken place in the seat adjacent from the couch, one leg over the knee of his other as he watches Eddie take control of you. 
Everything about the situation was setting your insides on fire. You were subconsciously gyrating your hips, looking for some sort of friction in between your legs. You’re looking up at Eddie with big, glassy eyes, waiting for his next move. “Look at you, little slut, your pussy already making your brain go dumb?” Eddie patronizes you, looking at the way you’re moving your hips. 
You’re still locked into place with his hand on your throat, but you nod your head as best as you can. “Daddy was right, you like being roughed up don’t you?” Eddie asks, releasing your throat and standing up tall, your face even with the bulge in his tight black jeans.
“Yes Sir. I love it,” you reply, eyes bouncing between his above you and the outline of his cock in front of your face. 
Eddie looks back at Steve, who is smiling, cheeks starting to burn red, as he takes in the sight of you. Your hair is already a little messed up, your clothes twisted this way and that, and your cheeks were red from the slapping. Your eyes are glossy, not quite crying but glazed over as the blood is rushing all over your body straight to the throbbing area between your legs. 
Eddie leans over to the black backpack sitting near you and opens it slowly. You can’t see what he’s rummaging around, and the anticipation makes your heart speed up. You hear a clanging that is somewhat familiar as Eddie pulls out a pair of red leather handcuffs, held together with a black chain. Your eyes widen. 
“Harrington said you’ve used cuffs before,” Eddie says, twirling them around in his finger. 
You whine quietly at the memory, Steve having you handcuffed above your head as he fucked into you hard and fast. “But tell him what happened baby,” Steve says from across the room.
Your face immediately reddens, your lip being taken between your teeth. “I- I broke them,” you mumble under your breath, embarrassed. 
Eddie looks at you again, eyebrows raised, unlocking the entangled cuffs. “Speak up,” he demands. 
“I broke them,” you admit loudly. 
Eddie chuckles. Steve smiles at the memory, he had no idea you would resist them so much, breaking apart the cheap plastic within just a few minutes of putting them on you, all so you could put your hands in his hair while he fucked you. 
Eddie squats down, his face coming closer to yours as he holds the cuffs in front of you. “You won’t break these princess,” he states confidently. 
You can’t help but roll your eyes at the comment, the cockiness in his voice making you react just as crassly. 
Eddie slaps you across the face again, hard. The hit makes your chest rise and fall quickly, your breath catching in surprise. You didn’t see it coming , no warning, nothing. And now your face was stinging, a few small tears forming in your eyes as well. 
As much as you wanted it to make you submit further, it didn’t. The hard slap pissed you off. You’re not used to being handled so roughly, being manhandled like you were below him. It’s not that you don’t necessarily like it, you just weren’t going to let it happen without a fight. 
You stand up quickly, rubbing your cheek for a second as your eyes burn toward the man who just hit you again. He’s standing with his arms crossed, looking down at you with the cuffs in his hands as you look up at him, your jaw clenched as you try and withhold your anger. He snorts a small chuckle through his nose at the sight of you. 
“Baby
” Steve warns, slowly standing up himself as he sees the shift happening in you. Steve is used to you bratting against him a little bit, but not much considering there’s not much to brat against. You typically submit to him easily now, because you love it . But he still knows that part of you, the part that doesn’t do that for just anyone. It’s part of the reason why he wanted you and Eddie to play in the first place, he wanted you to be challenged in a way he has a hard time doing, partially because of his intense love for you, but also because he enjoys being soft with you. 
“Shut it Harrington,” Eddie says, holding a hand up to the other boy as his eyes stay on you. “Let’s see what the little girl is going to try and do,” Eddie smirks. This is his favorite game to play. 
Your hands are clenched in fists at your sides. “I’m not a little girl,” you assert, trying to sound strong. 
“Oh is that so?” Eddie challenges, stepping closer to you, dropping his arms so his chest is touching yours. You don’t take a step back, though. You keep your place, despite your knees starting to press up against the couch. He takes another step and you try and hold you place but it’s impossible, making you start to fall and sit on the couch. 
Eddie’s hand is quick to fly up into your hair, grabbing it harshly as you fall on the couch. You gasp and your hands fly up to meet his, but it’s no use in fighting back. The tug he has starts to sting your scalp, easily controlling your movements with his grip. “You look like a little girl to me,” He smirks, pulling your hair even more. 
“I’m NOT,” you protest, but it comes out as a small tantrum. You try to move your body but Eddie is stronger and bigger than you. He may not look it, but the control he has over his body is just as useful as having massive muscles. He forces your head down so you’re laying flat on the couch, your cheek smushed against a cushion. He moves one of his knees so it’s pushing your hips, making you lay so your chest and stomach are on the couch, your ass is pointed up in the air. He pins your legs down with an arm, then changes it with a leg, so his weight is keeping you in place. 
Your skirt flips over naturally, revealing your exposed ass and tiny little thong. You’re huffing, trying to wiggle your way out of Eddie’s grip, but the hold he has on your hair, mixed with being pinned under his weight makes it impossible. You grunt softly, resisting and resisting. But Eddie’s free hand grabs one of your own, then releases your hair and grabs your other hand. He pins them together against your back and quickly latches the cuffs around your wrists. Tight. You whine, kicking your feet in protest. 
“Thought you could fight me little girl? Look where you ended up,” Eddie says, a hand holding your two cuffed ones against your back while the other rubs over your exposed ass. 
“Fuck,” Steve sighs, his view of you immaculate. It’s a dream, seeing you face down, ass up with your hands cuffed, your ass exposed, your face all red and flustered. 
“Say you’re a little girl,” Eddie spits, his voice deep from above you. 
“Fuck you,” you spit back, not even thinking, still wiggling in his grip. He turns to Steve at your words. His cool demeanor diminishing as you continue to fight, helping him drop even more into a dominant space. 
“Remember she said that, Harrington,” Eddie says to Steve, talking as if you’re not there. Eddie brings his hand to unravel the belt off of his jeans, quickly taking it off and folding it. 
Your eyes meet Steve’s, unable to fully see what Eddie’s doing, but having an idea of what’s about to come. You’ve never been spanked with anything but Steve’s heavy hand. You think he might jump in and save you, but the darkness of his eyes tells you something different. 
Eddie rubs the leather belt over your ass and you shudder, the nerves radiating up and down your spine. “Are you a little girl?” Eddie asks again, a warning and a test, seeing how badly you want this. 
You brace yourself, you know what’s coming, but you want it. 
“No.” 
SMACK. The sound of the belt hitting your ass is loud, and the cry that leaves your throat matches it.  The thud of the belt lingers with a sting, and you swear there has to be an imprint of it already forming on your ass. You lurch forward, wanting to escape it, wanting some relief, but Eddie was there, holding you down. Tears  are forming in your eyes, but you tried your best to blink them back, trying not to let them fall after just one hit. 
You saw Steve move so he was closer to you, comforting you. “Baby, color?” He asks, all worry in his voice. 
You look up at him , your eyes teary. “Green Daddy,” you respond, your voice wavering. 
He nods back at you, then looks at Eddie, who’s smirking down at you. “She’s fine Harrington. With a nasty mouth like that, she better be able to take a hit,” Eddie says, trying to dismiss Steve’s worries. Eddie rubs a hand over your burning ass for a small moment of reprieve. 
“I’ll ask you again - are you a little girl?” Eddie questions, his voice dark and demanding. Steve seems to be holding his breath, waiting to see how you’ll answer, if you’ve broken. 
“Uh—n- I just-“ you start, but are interrupted by another sting of Eddie’s belt hitting your ass, launching you forward. The tears start to fall this time, the pain radiating through your backside and down your thighs. 
“There’s only one way to answer this. Are you a little girl, yes or no?” Eddie asks again, the pressure intensifying. Your brain is starting to go very fuzzy, barely processing the question through the pain on your lower half. Your breathing is short and stifled, hard to catch as the tears fall. 
“Too long,” Eddie mutters, landing another hit. 
“F-fuck,” you gasp, wriggling your hips, desperate for some relief from the pain. “I-I” you start, trying to get the words out, but it’s hard and you’re resistant, and the pain..
“You what?” Eddie says, grabbing your face in his hand roughly. “Say it- Say you’re a little girl,” he demands, his voice anything but kind. Your tear stained cheeks are squished beneath his grip. 
He tuts, about to raise his hand for another hit because of your hesitation. 
“I’m a little girl,” you say quickly, desperate to escape another hit. 
Steve’s jaw drops open at your admission, stunned to see you so small and desperate. His cock throbs in his pants and he resists palming himself in front of you. Eddie’s tongue pokes out of his mouth, giving your cheeks a small squeeze of affirmation. 
“That’s right. And who do you belong to little girl?” Eddie asks, his eyes dark and wide. 
Your breathing is heavy, the feeling of being so small and helpless making your core ache. “D-daddy,” you say softly, eyes trained on Eddie. 
Eddie smiles. “That’s right baby,” he praises. “And for tonight, who else do you belong to?” He asks, pushing the boundary ever so slightly, wanting you to submit to him.
Your eyes water, the intimidation cracking you along with the ache in your backside, and the gnawing of need between your legs. You are so desperate to move, to please him, to get something. 
“You,” you whisper. 
It’s like everything starts to slow after you say it. You can feel the tension from resisting start to leave your body, the pain of the previous hits being forgotten. All you could focus on is Eddie, the grip he has on your jaw, and the grip he has on your mind. 
“That’s it. Me,” Eddie smiles, a dark hush to his voice, as if you two were sharing a secret. “Say it, baby. Say you belong to me tonight,” Eddie encourages, his eyes dark and soft and absolutely intoxicating. 
“I-,” you start, gulping as you try to formulate the sentence in your cloudy brain. “I belong to you tonight, Master,” you repeat. As the words leave your mouth, a gush flows through your core, and you release a small whimper, moving your hips slightly. 
“Good girl,” Eddie praises, giving you a light tap on your bruised butt. He unhooks the chain of the handcuffs and your arms fall immediately to your side. He taps your legs softly, a small order of encouragement. “Sit up,” he says, his voice just a hint softer than before. 
You do as your told without hesitation, grateful for your wrists being released and your ass being spared. You sit up and face Eddie, who’s squatting slightly in front of you. He smiles at your dazed expression. A subby little girl in front of him. 
He raises a hand to your face slowly, and surprisingly, you don’t flinch. You let him move some of your hair out of your face softly, then trace down to press on your plump lips. He’s playing with you. “If I touched between your legs, little one, what would I find?” Eddie asks, his voice taunting. 
Your eyebrows knit together at the question and you whine, desperate for his touch. Eddie’s eyes flick quickly to Steve, as if saying ‘look at this. Look how desperate she is’. Eddie brings his hand slowly down your front, a finger tracing lightly over your peaked nipples, making you shudder. He chuckles softly at the reaction, but continues the journey lower and lower. Until his hand is on top of your thigh, squeezing tightly. 
“Do you want me to touch you?” He asks, his fingers dancing ever so slowly in front of your middle. 
You nod. 
Steve speaks up from near you, reminding you of his presence. “Words baby,” he encourages, his fingers playing with his own lips as he watches. 
“Yes p-please Master” you breathe, desperate for his touch. 
Eddie lets his calloused fingers press into your core over your soaked panties, and the contact makes you moan. “So wet,” he mutters. “Little slut likes being hit, don’t you?” He taunts. 
You whine again in response, jutting your hips to get more friction against your core. Eddie slides his fingers past your underwear and against your puffy, slick folds, your sweet scent being wafted between the two of you. Your hands fly up to his shoulders, steadying yourself as he presses a finger inside of you. 
Your moan is fucking unholy. 
Your eyes flutter and you grip Eddie’s shoulders tightly as he slowly presses his finger in and out of you, eliciting a squelch from your aroused pussy. 
“Your cock fits in this tight little cunt Harrington? I’m shocked,” Eddie comments, going knuckle deep into you, making your head fall to his shoulder next to your hand. 
Steve’s lip is between his teeth as he sits on the far edge of the couch and watches you fall apart. “She squeezes it right out of me Munson,” Steve says, and hearing his raspy, lust filled voice makes you moan again. 
Eddie sets a pace that is agonizing, just slow enough to hit that spot deep inside of you, but not quick enough to build you fully to any sort of climax. He’s warming you up, playing with you, making you addicted to his touch. 
“Please please please,” you mumble, the words falling out of your lips as a desperate plea to the boy. 
Eddie chuckles. “Don’t be greedy,” he says. “You’re lucky I’m touching you at all after acting out like that.” 
You whine again at his response. “”M sorry so sorry,” you mumble incoherently, trying to grind your hips into his now two fingers, faster and faster. But his other hand presses against your hips, stopping you, then comes up to your throat, moving you so your face is nose to nose with his own. 
“We’ll see if I let you cum tonight,” he tells you. “You’re going to have to be very, very good for me if you want that to happen.”
“I’ll be good, I’ll be good Master,” you choke out, his pace increasing inside of you. Your breath is becoming shallow as his fingers curl to exactly where you need him. There’s a dampness building on the couch underneath you, the mess that is you becoming evidence. 
“Be a good little slut,” he mutters, getting caught up in your sounds and the heat between your legs, seeing you start to writhe and shake as he starts to pound into you. Your pussy clenches around his fingers and he knows you’re getting close. He drops his other hand to rub circles on your clit. 
“F-fuck fuck,” you gasp. “I’m a good little slut, I promise I-“ you gasp, too caught up in the pleasure. 
Eddie stops touching your clit, stopping what he was building deep within you. Your eyes shoot open in protest. But he raises the hand to your cheek and delivers a harsh slap. You’re dazed, your body not sure how to delineate between the pain of the slap and pleasure in your cunt. You just stare at him wide-eyed, no protest, no nothing. 
You’re absolutely gone. 
He delivers another slap to you as he fucks your cunt with his fingers. Your eyes roll, you feel the pressure building again, the same one you lost without his touch on your clit building without it. The slap making you get closer and closer to that edge, closer to the release you so desperately need - 
And then he stops completely, pulling his fingers out of you. 
You whimper. “No! No- no no no,” you try and grab at his hands and he stops you, taking both of your wrists in one of his hands. 
“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie says, his fingers pressing into your mouth, making you taste yourself.
“Arms up,” he demands. You do as he says, spit forming around his fingers as he reaches to pull your shirt over your head. He eyes your tits before giving each of them a quick slap, making you gasp around the digits in your mouth. 
Eddie starts moving his fingers around, gathering your spit and then pushing them slowly down your throat. “Daddy said you can almost take his cock all the way down your throat,” Eddie says, toying with your mouth. You whimper in response.
“I’m going to help train you.” 
Eddie pulls his fingers from your mouth, making you gasp and giving you a quick moment to breathe. But the sight in front of you has you drooling anyway. Eddie pulls off his jacket and shirt, baring his pale skin littered with black ink. And then slowly pushes his pants and boxers down, springing free a very hard, very thick cock that bounces up to his his low pelvis. He’s big, not bigger than Steve, but still big. And thick. So thick. You gulp. 
The precum gathering at his tip makes your thighs clench, desperate to have him inside of you. And by the look of how pink and swollen he is, he wants to be inside of you too. 
His hand finds the base of his cock, pumping a few times before guiding it toward your mouth. You open eagerly, wanting to taste him, wanting to please him. 
You look up at him from your knees, eyes wide, mouth open and tongue out, and he groans lowly at the sight. “Sexy little thing, you are,” he says, pushing his tip just past your lips. 
You moan around him, the taste of him filling your senses, making your cunt clench around nothing. You start to urge your head forward, but he stops you, grabbing a fist full of your hair and directing your gaze upwards. 
“I’m going to guide you,” he explains. “You just keep your slutty mouth and throat open, and if you need to stop, tap my thigh twice,” he instructs. 
His grip on your hair tightens as you nod, taking him deeper into your mouth, letting your tongue brush the underside of his cock. He groans deep and gravelly, the sound going right to your core, as he continues to push himself into your mouth.
“Squeeze your thumbs,” Eddie says. “It helps with the f-fuck, helps with gagging” he explains. You do as you’re told, squeezing your thumbs as he presses to the back of your throat. You do everything you can to breathe through your nose, despite it being almost fully pressed against his pelvis. You never get to be nose to bush with Steve, you always get stuck right when he hits the back of your throat. But Eddie presses on slowly, and you squeeze your thumbs as you feel him slide past your throat, clenching it around him as it closes off your airway.
“That’s it. Good fucking whore,” He praises you, his grip on your hair tight. That, mixed with this cock in your throat makes your eyes squeeze, starting to water yet again. 
“Take my cock down your throat,” he grunts, pulling out slightly before pressing back in deep again. 
You gag softly around his cock, not much, but constricting enough to make him pull out slightly. “Relax. Yeah that’s it, breathe through your nose,” he guides you. 
He moves his cock in and out again, deeper and deeper, drool dripping down your chin now. His hand comes to give your face a small tap of encouragement, making your already red face even more pink. He starts to pick up his speed slightly, but keeps the depth at which he’s fucking your throat. 
“Keep breathing. Yeah, gonna speed up, just take it,” He grunts, his eyes closing quickly as he feels you constrict around him again. “Take it. Yeah fuck, you can take it,” he encourages you, thrusting faster in and out of your mouth. “Brain off, throat open.”
He’s fully face fucking you now, and you can’t think about anything else except letting it happen. Your throat is relaxed, your breathing is steady and your pussy is soaking fucking wet. 
He reaches down to give your tits a slap again and you whine around his cock, which makes him groan even more. “Fuck this,” he says suddenly, pulling out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air and wiping the drool that’s collected down your face and onto your chest. 
He pulls you up by your throat and throws you back on the couch, making you land on all fours. He roughly pulls down your panties and gives your ass a harsh slap, but instead of yelping, you moan at the pain, everything feeling intoxicating at this point. 
He spreads your ass cheeks as you look back at him pumping himself, preparing to push himself into your tight dripping pussy. “Not gonna go easy on you,” he says, his eyes dark as they meet yours. 
“Don’t, Master,” you say, and he smiles back at you, grabbing your hips and pressing his tip up against your hole. 
His grip on your hips is tight and harsh, leaving Eddie shaped bruises. But you don’t even care as you feel his cock start to split you open, finally giving you what you want. You groan trying to push yourself back onto him.
He stops you, slapping your ass hard. “Stay fucking still,” he says, spanking you again hard. You whine but submit, falling so your head is on the couch, and waiting patiently and painfully for him to press fully into you. “You want my cock sweetheart?” He teases you, pushing just enough for you to feel him but not enough to slip inside of you. 
You groan. “Fuck - fuck yes, please,” you say, breathless as you wait. 
“Aw, she’s so desperate,” Eddie patronizes you, slapping his cock against your cunt, making you shiver. You start to tear up from desperation, just needing to be filled, needing to be used so badly after being played with for so long. 
“P-please fuck me,” you cry into the couch, embarrassed and defeated. 
Eddie smacks your ass again and you don’t even jump. “What was that? Can’t hear you baby,” he mocks you. 
You get up on your elbows, breath quick. “Please just fuck me PLEASE I need you-“ you start to beg, and only stop when he presses fully into you, bottoming out right away, the sound of your pussy sucking him in filling the room, mixed with both of your moans of pleasure. 
Your head falls back on the couch, body giving in as Eddie rocks himself in and out of you, stretching your pussy wide open with his girth. His hands are rough on your hips and ass. The sound of his heavy balls hitting your cunt echoes through the house. 
“Oh my- Fu-fuck yes yes,” you moan, gripping the cushions as Eddie pounds into you at a relentless speed. It’s almost not pleasurable, how hard and fast he’s going, but with how pent up you’ve been feeling, it’s fucking perfect. 
“Such a good girl, taking my cock,” Eddie groans through gritted teeth, feeling you squeeze him perfectly as he pulls out and slams into you time and time again. In and out in and out and in and out - 
You didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face, your orgasm slowly approaching as Eddie reaches a hand around your legs to rub your clit. Your moans turn into high pitched gasps as you get closer and closer, your body giving in completely to the pain and pleasure. 
“Master,” you gasp, unable to fully form words. 
Eddie brings his hand to wrap around your throat, pulling you up toward him as he continue to ruthlessly fuck into you, your orgasm teetering on the edge. He pulls you up so you face Steve, who’s staring at your messy, teary face and whining open mouth. He’s never seen you so absolutely ruined- whimpering and begging. You can’t do anything but continue to look at him as you feel Eddie pump into you, your bruised body moving with his own. 
Eddie’s hand moves so it’s firmly holding your jaw. He whispers roughly into your ear, “See that? Steve is letting me do this to you. He fucking loves it.” You moan, seeing the outline of Steve’s hard cock in his pants, knowing that Eddie is right, Steve loves everything about this.
“And you know,” Eddie continues, eliciting an obscene moan from you. “I think now he might want to see you like this more often, maybe even try and do this to you himself.” 
Your breath catches at the thought. Steve is nodding at you, his eyes blown out as he takes you in. Your cunt is clenching around Eddie and your brain is absolutely fucked out. 
Eddie can feel it. “Ask me to cum,” He demands. You don’t respond, and he slaps your face harshly. “Ask me before you fucking cum,” he orders you. 
“C-Can I please cum Master? Fuck- oh fuck,” you manage to moan out, barely holding off. 
“Cum for me,” Eddie whispers, and you do. Unraveling completely in his hold, shaking and moaning, letting the white hot energy inside of you explode in a way it hasn’t before. Your vision goes white, your body buzzes, and you end up face down completely on the couch, a moaning, crying, drooling mess.
You’re shaking still, small aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you as Eddie leans down, his full body weight on you as he chases his own high. You whine and whine, feeling an out of body, but so in your body, high. 
“Fuck, cum Eds, do it,” Steve says, palming his own bulge as he watches Eddie pound into your weak body. 
“Can’t hold off any more. Ugh fuck-f this cunt is so fucking good,” Eddie moans, his thrusts sloppy as he starts to fend off his own orgasm. He pulls out quickly, too quickly for your liking, and releases all over your ass and back, moaning as his messy hair falls over his sweaty face. 
He shoots rope after rope of hot cum on you, and you moan lowly as you watch him through heavy, hooded eyes. He finishes, twitching slightly as he releases his cock from his hand, and leans over to kiss your bruised ass, your sore back, your bruised hips..
All three of you are breathing heavily in silence, the smell of sex flooding your senses.
After a moment, Steve speaks. “Holy fuck baby,” Steve says, coming to your face, kissing you all over, despite the damp sweat of sex that’s covering you. Eddie moves off the couch and pulls out a small rag from his bag, wiping his seed off of you gently. 
“Gonna go get you some water baby. You okay? Fuck you’re so sexy,” Steve says, his words falling out of him quickly as he examines your face and body. You nod weakly in response, mumbling a soft “ yes daddy,” as your eyes barely stay open. 
Steve runs to the kitchen and Eddie comes next to you, sitting you up some so you can rest your head in his now clothed lap. He pets your hair softly, and it takes everything in you not to fall asleep right away. “Hi Eds,” you mumble, reaching a hand up to brush at his chest softly. 
He chuckles at your soft voice, raspy from tonight’s events. “Hi cute girl,” he smiles. 
Steve comes running back in the room with waters and candy and a blanket. You smile softly as he raises the water bottle to your mouth and drapes the blanket over your bruised skin. He hands the other bottle to Eddie, who chugs it quickly. 
Steve lifts your legs so he can sit, and then lays them back on his lap, rubbing your backside softly to soothe you. 
“Was everything okay sweetheart?” Eddie asks, his voice soft and sweet, a stark comparison to his previous tone. 
“Mmhmm,” You nod slowly in his lap. 
“Are you okay? Do you need anything or-“ Steve starts to ramble, worried about you.
“Perfect,” you mumble, interrupting his worried thoughts. 
“You’re perfect,” Steve comments. “You’re-You’re both perfect,” he continues, eyes flitting towards Eddie above your tired body. Eddie smiles at him, blushing slightly at the comment from the other boy. 
“You’re not too bad yourself Harrington,” Eddie teases, letting a hand gently push the other boy’s shoulder. 
But Steve feels the touch linger. And so does Eddie. And you feel at home with both of them cuddling you, holding you. 
Steve scoots closer to Eddie, their thighs touching, and your body laying on both of them as you roll so your face is against Eddie’s abdomen. Your lips form a small pout as you give his abdomen a little kiss, making Eddie smile. 
The metalhead leans down to give your forehead a kiss back, and you nuzzle closer in to him, inhaling his scent.  You reach a hand toward Steve, holding his hand against your chest as you start to drift off to sleep. 
And you’re not sure if you dream it, or if it really happened, but you swear you feel Eddie’s weight shift slightly as he leans over, and kisses Steve’s cheek too. 
And maybe you hear Steve huff a small sigh of satisfaction as he turns his head to the other boy and gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek back, before leaning his head onto his shoulder.
And maybe, just maybe, you think to yourself. Maybe this could be your new normal - the three of you like this. Together. 
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