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[strangerth0ts]

Okay look ain’t nobody call my bb a bitch except for me…

…but she lowkey right tho, fr fr 😒

HOW COULD YOU oh my god EDDIE IS MARRIED and you're a bitch for that one! Fr fr

this was my desired effect 🤣

[strangerth0ts]

Day 7 - Costumes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Prompt by: @the-purity-pen

TW/CW: PIV, rough sex, Dom!Eddie, roleplay, mentions of alcohol, choking

18+ ONLY. Minors, DNI. Smut below the cut.

Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist

You were leaning against Jeff's kitchen island with a red solo cup in hand when you heard a few guys greeting someone loudly from the other side of the busy room. You craned your neck around the other party-goers to see what all the fuss was about, only to find Eddie - dressed fully in leather armor and chainmail. He was sporting his DnD character's gear to the Halloween party, just like you were.

You both decided prior to the party to arrive separately, and keep your costume plans a secret from one another. So you were both delightfully surprised to see your roleplaying fantasies coming to life - completely on accident.

Eddie caught your gaze from across the busy house, a slow smile spreading over his face as he made a beeline for you. You kept eye contact as you took another sip from your cup, making sure to pose just a little sexier in your quite revealing Blood Mage ensemble as he approached.

"You look..." he trailed off, motioning to your entire outfit of slutty leather and ripped fabric, your mystical staff propped against a bar stool next to you.

"Yes?" You asked with a raised brow, a smirk evident on your face as you reached out to fiddle with the chainmail on his chest.

"Too fucking good to be around all these nerds," he chuckled with squinted eyes, leaning forward to kiss you hungrily, wrapping his hand around your exposed waist.

You looked over his shoulder to see some of the Hellfire members coming your way, glancing away shyly as you knew they were about to take Eddie from you for a while.

"Have fuuun," you teased in a sing-song voice as he turned to see them cheering, Eddie reaching for you with a pouty look his handsome face as they pulled him away to go do shots.

---

It had been about an hour, and you were getting impatient. You figured you and Eddie would go home after the party, rip each other's clothes off, and appreciate your shared interests in the comfort of your own bed. But you weren't so sure you could wait that long.

The music had picked up, a great mix of metal and rock ballads that had you feeling quite loose with the help of the drink you'd nursed all night. You joined a group of slutty bunnies and vampires in the middle of the livingroom, swaying your hips as you looked for Eddie, your eyes eventually locking right onto his as he watched you from across the room. He was leaning against the far wall, his eyes slightly darker than usual and you recognized the familiar glint in his large eyes.

He wanted you as badly as you wanted him.

You danced a little more to Def Leopard, swinging your hips and running your hands across your body as you faced away from him, trying your best to tease him into doing anything you wanted him to do.

When you turned back to look for him, he'd disappeared. You stopped dancing momentarily, turning to check the other side of the room only to find him standing right behind you. You jumped slightly, your hand flying to cover your pounding heart as you let out a small laugh.

"You scared me, Eds."

He leaned in real close, his lips brushing your earlobe as he spoke over the music, his hands holding your hips in a vice grip that made you squeeze your legs together.

"Isn't that the point of Halloween?" He asked seductively before placing a soft kiss on your temple. He pulled back to look at you with lust-blown eyes, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched you sway to the music. He leaned in again, pressing his hips against yours to let you feel how hard he was through his pants.

"Meet me upstairs," you spoke against his ear, grinding into his erection for fun. "I need you."

---

You watched from the counter top as the bathroom door flew open, letting in the sound of the blaring rock music behind Eddie as he quickly closed it back and locked it, yanking on it a couple times to make sure no one could get in.

He was on you in seconds, holding your face in his hands as he kissed you roughly, all tongue and teeth. You grabbed the sides of his Warrior vest, pulling him forward until his hips met your groin as you slid to the very edge of the sink surface.

"Fuck, you're so hot. This is so hot. Couldn't wait til we got home, baby?" He asked with a chuckle as you rushed to undo his leather belt that seemed to have a million buckles, getting frustrated as you struggled with it.

"Shut up and help me with this, Eddie," you laughed as you yanked on the straps a few times, surrendering it over to him as his fingers expertly opened it and threw it to the tile floor.

He fumbled with your skirt, sliding his hands beneath it and smoothing them up your legs and over the thigh holsters you were wearing, freezing as he felt your bare hips with his fingers. His eyes flew to yours, twice as big as usual as his mouth fell open.

"You're not wearing any panties," he deadpanned.

"Thank me later, o' brave warrior" you teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. He quickly reached into his unzipped pants, freeing his cock from its confinements and brushing the tip through your soaked folds.

"Ohhh my fucking god," he sighed against your lips. "So fucking wet."

"Yeah? You gonna fuck me or keep talking about it?" You said as you bit your bottom lip, bratting off just enough to push his buttons. He clenched his jaw and in two swift movements, lifted you off the sink and turned you toward the mirror, shoving your hips against the edge of the counter now. You steadied yourself against the cool porcelain as he hiked your skirt up, a large hand forcing you to bend over even further as he shoved his cock into you with a groan.

"Fuck!" You yelled, not being able to help it.

"This what you wanted? Huh?" He asked through gritted teeth as he pulled out just barely, thrusting back into you as he gripped your hips. "To be fucked like a slut in a bathroom? With all of those people downstairs wondering where we went?" He persisted, bending his knees slightly as he pulled you down to meet his thrusts.

You cried out from the mix of pain and pleasure, dropping your chin just as he reached around to grab your throat.

"Don't look away, look at me. Look at you. Watch while I fuck you senseless like the brat you wanna be," he said as he grunted every few words, forcing you to face the mirror as his eyes burned into yours. You couldn't look away if you tried, your stomach burning from the intense pleasure as he wreaked havoc between your legs, his cock slamming against your cervix and rubbing the spongey spot inside of you until your legs began to shake.

"Look how pretty you are when I fuck you silly. You like it when I take it from you, don't you?" He asked as he moved his hand to the back of your head, wrapping his fingers in the strands as he pulled gently, making you arch your back. He was hitting a new, deeper spot now that had your eyes crossing, moan after moan falling from your lips as you started to come undone.

"I'm-I'm gonna cum," you whined desperately, trying to hold back as he pounded you relentlessly.

"Not yet, you're not," he said as he pulled out of you suddenly, your knees threatening to buckle as he grabbed you and spun you back around, lifting you onto the counter top again. "I wanna see you when you break. Want me to break you? Hmm?" He asked as he gripped the back of your neck, pushing his throbbing dick back into you so hard you couldn't say anything intelligible.

He rested his forehead against yours as he groaned with every thrust, slipping a hand down to pay some attention to your swollen clit. You gasped, gripping his shirt for purchase as you felt the coil inside of you snap.

"I can't! I can't, Eds, I'm cumming-"

He slammed his hips a final time, emptying his load as he threw his head back, his muscular neck on display as his jaw fell open and he let out a strangled exhale.

He dropped his hands to the edges of the counter to keep himself upright as he caught his breath, looking up at you with those big, brown eyes.

"You okay, princess?" He asked as he kissed your cheek.

You leaned back against the wall, chest still heaving as your flushed cheeks and fucked-out expression told him everything he needed to know. You smiled, brushing his messy, damp curls from his face as you kissed him back.

Suddenly, a banging on the door made you both jump.

"Better not be fuckin' in my bathroom, Munson!" It was Jeff, from the other side of the door.

You stifled a giggle with your hands over your face as Eddie quickly pulled his pants up, yelling back over the thumping of the music, "And if I am?"

Eddie grinned at you as you gave him a shocked expression.

"...Just- Just clean up after yourselves. Jesus," Jeff said through the door as you heard him walk away.

You both burst into laughter as he wrapped his strong arms around you, helping you down from the counter, quickly tidying up as you cleaned yourself and adjusted your clothes.

"Ready to go act normal?" He asked as he unlocked the door, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Normal? Eddie, I can hardly walk," you laughed as your legs still felt like jelly. Eddie beamed as he threw his arm over your shoulders, leading you out into the hall.

"That's my girl," he said as he kissed the top of your head.

---

End <3

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[strangerth0ts]

Voice-mail where eddie guides you on how to masturbate

.....oh

You had just gotten in from a long day at work and kicked your shoes off, along with your itchy pencil skirt. The first thing you done was walk over to the home telephone and press play, listening to the numerous voicemails left from the never ending calls. But you felt that flutter in the pit of your stomach when you heard Eddie’s voice.

He had been on tour for nearly a month now with Corroded Coffin and god you missed him. He was having the time of his life, and you loved that for him, but you missed him something entirely different. The hard life of loving a music man.

“Hey baby,” Eddie’s sleepy voice came through the speaker of the recording, “I know you’re probably at work. We’re in the hotel for the night...laying here thinking of you…how much I miss you.”

A small smile spread across your face as you sat down in the chair and listened to him, the grit of sleep still embedded in his smooth voice. He yawned into the phone and you found yourself longing for him desperately.

“Let me guess,” he chuckled, “You came in, took off your shoes and your skirt, and you’re probably sitting in the chair by the phone listening to this, yeah?”

You had to laugh at how accurately he had your post-work routine down pat.

“I’m gonna need you to do something for me, sweetheart.” He mumbled into the phone.

Oh?

“I wish I was there to do it myself,” Eddie sighed, “But I’m laying here in this empty hotel bed by myself...and all I can think about is you and how badly I need to be inside of you...it’s been what, a month now? Fuck.”

Fuck was right. You leaned closer to machine, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as you listened intently.

“Take your panties off for me, baby.” His voice was low and full of need, “Get comfortable, yeah?”

Even though it was a little silly, you done as he said, standing up just enough to pull the thin fabric down your legs. You sat back down, curling your legs underneath you.

“Imagine me there...on my knees, running my hands up and down your thighs,” he whispered and you could tell by the way his breathing changed he was jerking himself off, “Throwing myself out there on this, but I love eating your pussy after you had a hard day at work, knowing I get to help you relax. I get to help with all that pent up anger….it was a hard day, wasn’t it, princess?”

If he only knew.

“Those photos we took before I left was a good fuckin’ idea,” he laughed slightly, “I’m staring at the one of you on the kitchen floor with your ass in the air and my cock in your mouth...god you were such a mess weren’t you baby? Droolin’ on my cock like that….pretty little outfit I had fun taking off of you.”

A soft groan escaped his mouth and you slipped your hands between your legs, slowly stroking your fingers up and down your slit.

“Can sill hear you gagging on my cock like the good little whore you are for me,” he said breathlessly, voice filled with softness and need, “Those lips felt so good sliding up and down my cock...what I’d do to be able to grab your head and fuck your throat right now, Y/N...you take it so good for me.”

A few seconds of silence went by but you could hear the slickness of his hand as he jerked himself off in the background, sending a shudder down your spine as he moaned your name softly in the back of his throat.

“God you’re turning me fuckin’ feral,” he laughed softly at himself, “I miss getting you all over my lips and chin...thighs around my head as you try to squirm away...Y/N.”

Your fingers slid inside of your aching cunt as you listened closer, your palm against your clit. He was quiet for a few more seconds before he spoke again, this time, voice dripping with need.

“If I know you...and I do...this is making you wet, isn’t it?” He panted and then laughed,“God, I at least hope so...hope you’re sitting there, rubbing your pussy for me. C’mon, baby...touch yourself for me, get your fingers wet...nice and slippery. Yeah – fuck yeah...you’re so fuckin’ hot...knew it from the moment I first met you that you were going to be a hot little fuck...you’re such a good girl for me, Y/N.”

Another moan escaped his lips, the slick sounds comingfaster and all you could picture was him laying in the bed, staring down at those photos as he fucked his own fist. The thought made your mouth go dry and your pussy throb.

“Good girl….fuck I wish I could see you – I wish I could see you playing with yourself for me, fingers circling your pretty little clit. I wanna see the look on your face,” he grunted, “Oh fuck...All the things you let me do to you, baby…”

Your fingers pumped inside of you, trying to mimic his movements but failing – nothing compared to his him.

“Don’t stop - don’t stop fingerin your tight pussy,” he panted into the phone, “Fuckin’ tight little cunt...wish I was inside of it right now, baby. Just like that – just fuckin’ like that, baby. Fuck. Fuck...fuck. You’re not even here, I can’t even hear you baby and my cock is aching for you. Holy shit...goddamnit.”

He must’ve dropped the phone to the bed because his moans sounded distant. You could still hear his mumbles and moans.

“I bet you’re close, huh baby?” He panted, “Don’t stop – don’t fucking stop...cum for me, baby.”

Your fingers were rubbing your clit so quickly it was almost embarrassing as you listened to his moans and whimpers - a mix of expletives and your name chanted over and over again. Your legs clamped around your hand as you came, a shuddering mess in the chair.

“Jesus Christ,” he laughed softly as he picked the phone up, his voice closer now, “I should delete this...but I know you’re going to listen to it and I know you’re going to probably cum to it...who am I to ruin your fun?”

He was silent a few more moments, his breathing returning to normal, voice getting raspier with sleep by the second.

“You’re so good, baby...I miss you. Fuck, I miss you.” he sighed into the phone, “There’s a plane ticket with your name at the airport closest to the house...come see me in the next city, baby. I love you.”

A sly grin spread across your face as you laid there, legs pulled under your body for just a moment, before you got up out of the chair and rushed to the bedroom. You had a plane to catch.

[strangerth0ts]

Modern day Eddie request! He ends up fingering you after he catches you sexting a boy while he’s sat right next to you 😈

here you go lovey! i love modern aus they are so so much fun hehe 

Eddie Munson x Reader

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns 

Word count: 2.2k 

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal fingering, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Best Friends to Lovers, Modern AU, Sexting, Swearing. 

*

Your phone dings as the movie you and Eddie are watching plays on your living room tv. You admitted to Eddie that you had never seen ‘ The Shining’ and he made you promise that you’d watch it together tonight. 

You’re leaning back against the armrest, with your legs lying across Eddie’s thighs. His socked feet are resting on your coffee table and his hands are playing with your anklet. 

Your phone dings again and you finally reach for it from the coffee table to check it. 

“Don’t get distracted.” Eddie says, eyes still on the screen. 

“I can multitask.” You say as you unlock your screen. 

“This movie isn’t a multitasking movie, it requires your full attention!” Eddie grabs your foot and shakes it. 

You kick at him a bit but don’t reply as you tap to open your messages. 

The text is from Jackson Sommers. He’s a guy you’ve hooked up with maybe once or twice. He’s nice, and pretty well endowed if you remember correctly. 

Jackson 9:47pm: You up? 

You glance up from your phone to look at Eddie and see he’s still very much glued to the tv. He’s now massaging one of your feet absentmindedly. It feels really good. 

You 9:49pm: Yeah

Jackson 9:49pm: Come over ;)  

You 9:49pm: Got a friend over, can’t sorry. 

Jackson 9:50pm: :( 

You don’t reply to that and lock your phone, going back to the tv. It takes up until Danny writes Redrum on the bathroom door until your phone dings again. 

Jackson 11:43pm: Been thinking about you all night.

You snort at the message. It’s so obvious. 

Eddie looks over at you but you ignore him in favour of humouring Jackson. 

You 11:43pm: Yeah? What have you been thinking about? 

Eddie tugs on your big toe. “Y/N! Watch it.” 

“It’s so goddamn long.” You whine out. 

“But it’s so goddamn worth it.” 

You turn your phone to silent and your brightness way down before you lock your phone, waiting for Jackson’s response. It takes him about two minutes to reply. 

You sneakily unlock your phone and open the message, looking up quickly at Eddie’s side profile. His hair is in a bun at the base of his neck and a few strands are hanging around his face. He looks really soft and cute, especially with how his big brown eyes are glued to the television. 

You go back to your phone and aren’t really shocked to see a dick pic but still kind of in awe at how fast he sent it. 

Jackson 11:45pm: [Image] 

Jackson 11:45pm: Thinking about how good you looked with my dick in your mouth. 

You can’t help the feeling that travels through your core, that white warmth that you get when you see something you like. And you like Jackson’s cock. It’s a good cock, it especially felt good inside you as he bent you over the vanity in a bathroom at a random house party. 

You 11:46pm: That all for me? How’d I get so lucky? 

Apparently, Jackson isn’t into foreplay. 

Jackson 11:46pm: Show me your tits ;) 

You sigh out and quickly look up to make sure Eddie doesn’t hear you and look over to tell you off. Luckily his eyes are still on the tv. 

You open your images and scroll through your phone for an old picture you’ve taken of yourself showing your tits. The random nudes you have on your phone are the number one reason no one’s allowed to scroll through your camera roll, not even Eddie. 

You select one where you’re laying on your back, and just your breasts and the bottom of your mouth are visible. You’re squeezing one of your breasts, and the other has your nipple pebbled out and pink from being tugged on. 

You 11:48pm: [image] 

Jackson 11:48pm: Fuck they are so hot. Wish I could have them in my mouth. 

You squirm a little at the thought and squeeze your thighs together. Eddie looks over at the movement and you smile at him apologetically and pretend to look back at the movie. Your phone buzzes again and you try not to be too noticeable when you unlock it. 

Jackson 11:49pm: Are you touching yourself 

You 11:49pm: Yeah

You aren’t. But he doesn’t need to know that. You can feel the wetness a little in your panties and you want to press your thighs together tighter to relieve it a little but you don’t want to risk Eddie noticing. 

Jackson 11:50pm: Fuck that’s so hot. 

Jackson 11:50pm: Wish you were here. Want to see you bouncing on my cock. 

You 11:50pm: Need your cock in me so bad. 

Jackson 11:51pm: Want me to fuck you like I did in the back of my car ? 

You think back to the last time you hooked up. He had picked you up after your shift at work (Something Eddie usually did), and drove you to lover’s lake so you could ride him in the back of his pickup truck. You remember him kissing your tits and bucking up into you every so often. You had to make yourself come by rubbing your clit, but you didn’t mind too much. You haven’t slept with many men that have made you come themselves, so it wasn’t that unexpected. 

You 11:51pm: Yeah. Was so good. Loved feeling your fat cock inside me. 

Jackson 11:52pm: I’m getting close 

You 11:52pm: I wanna see you come. 

Just because you can’t touch yourself now, doesn’t mean you don’t wanna do it later. 

Jackson 11:53pm: Want a video? 

Jackson 11:53pm: I’ll send one if you tell me what you’re doing to yourself right now. 

Before you can reply your phone is snatched out of your hand. 

You literally shriek. “Eddie!” 

“What’s so important you can’t watch one of my favourite movies?” He questions, looking down at your phone. 

You lunge at him and land across his thighs as he leans over the armrest and holds the phone out. 

It’s dead silent as he looks at the screen and scrolls up the messages. 

You bury your face in his thighs and groan. 

“Jackson Sommers, huh?” He finally says. 

“Give it back.” You whine and try to reach for your phone again but it’s no use. 

You sit up and stare at him with warm cheeks. 

He looks at you and then back at the phone again. He hands it back to you. 

“Reply to him.” He says. 

“No.” You say. “It’s fine, I’ll watch the movie.”  

You turn and face the tv, sitting with your back against the back of the couch. You can still see Eddie staring at you from the corner of your eye. After a few seconds, his hand lands on your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. 

“Reply to him.” He says again. “Tell him what you’re doing to yourself.” 

You feel the warmth from your cheeks flow down your neck. You’re embarrassed. 

“That’s not funny, Eddie.” 

“I’m not being funny, Y/N.” 

Crossing your arms, you turn your head to look at him. His pupils are dilated and his lips are shiny from where his tongue has traced over them. His hand squeezes your thigh. 

“Reply to him.” He says a final time. 

Unlocking your phone, you stare at Jackson’s messages again and go to type a reply when you feel Eddie’s hand push further up your thigh, towards your crotch. You pause as you look past your phone screen to his hand. 

The tip of his finger traces your clothed cunt. 

“What are you doing?” You whisper. 

“Tell him what you’re doing to yourself.” He says. 

He presses his finger more forcefully against your panties. 

“Eddie.” You whimper. 

“Tell me to stop and I will.” 

You look at him and stay silent, he presses his fingers firmly against you. 

“Get to typing.” He says. 

Typing out shakingly, you reply to Jackson. 

You 11:58pm: Touching myself over my panties. 

“Fuck, you’re almost soaked through.” Eddie says as he rubs his fingers along the material. 

You 11:58pm: I’m so wet. 

Jackson 11:58pm: For me? 

No. For Eddie. 

You 11:58pm: Yeah 

Eddie’s fingers slide over to the side of your panties, tickling along as he does. He pulls them to the side slightly as he wiggles his long fingers underneath. 

You whimper quietly. 

“Keep texting.” He demands. 

His fingers run along your slit, lapping up your juices. 

Jackson 11:59pm: What else are you doing 

You 11:59pm: Rubbing my fingers through my wet pussy 

Jackson 11:59pm: Bet I’d slide in so easy 

Just as that message shows up, Eddie’s finger pushes into your entrance. 

You gasp as the first knuckle penetrates you. He pushes his finger up and slides along your wet walls. He fucks you a few times with one finger before adding a second. 

“Don’t forget Jackson.” Eddie reminds you as he curls his fingers meanly. 

You 12:00am: I’m fingering myself 

Jackson 12:00am: You wish it was my fingers? 

You don’t. Not one bit. 

Eddie looks over the screen and snickers. 

You 12:00am: Yeah. 

His two fingers start fucking harder into you, pressing along your spongy walls. You can’t help dropping your head back and moaning. 

Your legs have opened wide for Eddie, giving him as much access as possible. Your head rolls along the back of the couch to watch him, his eyes are fixated on his fingers disappearing into you, and you can’t help but notice the bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans. 

He stops fucking you just to slide his fingers up to your clit and rub firmly against it. 

“Fuck!“ your eyes squeeze shut, “Eddie!” You moan. 

“Yeah, say my name.” He whispers. 

Opening your eyes, you see him staring back at you. His cheeks are red and his hair is still framing his face deliciously. You want to pull the rest of his hair from the bun. 

He keeps rubbing at your clit as he leans in a bit closer, you think he’s going to kiss you. 

“Jackson’s waiting.” He smiles. 

You moan again and bring your phone up to your face. 

Jackson 12:01am: What else?

You 12:03am: Rubbing my clit, feels so good 

Jackson 12:03am: I’m so close baby 

Eddie starts rubbing a little faster against your clit and your phone slips from your hand and you reach to grab onto something. You land on Eddie’s other arm, holding on for dear life as he toys with your clit. 

“You’re such a dirty little slut.” Eddie says. “Sexting right next to your best friend? Fucking filthy.” 

“M’sorry.” You mumble. 

His fingers come down to tease your entrance again. 

“No, you’re not.” 

You shake your head not really sure if you’re disagreeing with him or not. 

“C’mon, you wanted this.” He says. 

He pushes three fingers into you this time and you squeak out a gasp. 

“You wanted to be caught.” He continues, “wanted to see what I would do.” 

His fingers stretch you out and you relish in the subtle burn they give you. 

“ Eddie .” 

You mewl and cry as he keeps fucking his fingers into you, searching for that spot inside you that makes your stomach dip and your toes curl. He slides across it, making you gasp. 

“You’re making such a mess.” He says. 

You can feel your arousal dripping down your crack, making a wet patch on the couch. His movements sound slick and wet each time he presses into you. 

“Bet you taste so fucking good.” He pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss. 

Your eyes follow his fingers as they come up to his lips and he sucks them clean. 

“Mhhhhm, yeah I was right.” 

Your skin rises with goosebumps as you watch him, you’ve never been so turned on in your life. 

His hand comes back down to your cunt and he slips back into your panties to your clit. He laps up the wetness slicking you up and continues circling your nub. 

Your whole body slides toward him, your face now pressing into his chest near his collarbone. You’re on fire, you can feel the white warmth growing hotter in your core. You’re so close and Eddie can tell by how you’re gasping against him. 

“You gonna come on my fingers?” Eddie asks into your hair. 

You nod against him, your face smushed into his shirt. You breathe him in, he smells like home to you, like nicotine, body wash, and a smell so specific to Eddie you don’t know what to call it. You wish you could bottle it up for later. 

His movements become faster and you cry out as the feeling in your tummy explodes and you come with a groan. 

“That’s it. Good girl.” He whispers, slowing down as he milks your orgasm from you. 

The strands of hair that frame his face tickle at your ear as he presses the side of his head against you. He breathes you in quietly as you lay against him. 

After a little while you sit up straight and Eddie removes his hand from your panties and wipes them on his pants. You try to straighten up as best you can and look up at the tv to see Jack smashing down a door with an axe. 

“This scene is iconic!” Eddie exclaims. 

Your phone buzzes and you pick it up only for Eddie to grab it from you. 

“Hey!” You say. 

“What’s good ol’ Jackson got to say now.” He asks. 

He laughs as he looks at the message and holds up the screen to you. 

Jackson 12:10am: [video] 

Jackson 12:10am: Did you cum ? 

You roll your eyes at him and grab your phone to tap out a response. 

You 12:10am: Yes. 

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Day 4: Mutual Masturbation

taglist: @onehotgreasymechanic @resident-gay-bitch @jademunson @the-kaity-kait @vintageflow @anaisweird @crithitprincess @xcatnapsx @thecomfortgoth @mandyjo8719

CW: skype sex, fem!reader, masturbation, descriptive terms lulz, general smuttttt

Your house was quiet and dark, locked tightly for the night as you situated yourself in bed, your black silk robe wrapped tightly around you as you slipped under the covers. You had a scheduled skype call with Joseph tonight and you couldn’t wait until you got to see him.

You had received a package in the mail earlier, labeled “To Y/N from Joseph”. He was always doing this, sending you gifts while he was on the road, but the fancy box said this was more than just his little random gifts. Your fingers skirted over the packaging, fingers dipping along the crevice. Opening the box revealed a red lingerie set. Your fingers soothed over the silk fabric, dipping into the box to pull it out and hold it up.

A note fell out and you smiled when you realized it was in his handwriting.

“Can’t wait to see you in this. Jx.”

A wide smile spread across your face as you checked the time, seeing there was an hour until your nightly scheduled video chat with him.

The familiar boop of the skype call connecting made you smile. It had been a week since you saw him in person so the skype calls were the lifeline of your relationship lately. He had skyrocketed to fame and you were so proud of him, but truthfully...you missed him. Badly.

“There’s my gorgeous girl,” Joseph’s voice boomed into your headphones.

The camera flicked onto to show his shirtless body, the chains on his chest glinting in the low light. He was leaned back against the headboard, one arm tucked behind his head. You pulled the laptop closer to you as if you would be bringing him closer physically.

“Hi baby,” you smiled, “I miss you.”

“Miss you more, sweet girl.” He said softly, “So much.”

“How was your day?”

“Tiring,” he frowned, “Lotsa press and interviews...couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel to be able to call you. It’s late, love. You should be asleep.”

“I couldn’t sleep without seeing you. You know that.” You smiled, “You in the room by yourself?”

“Of course,” he laughed, “Got finished with dinner and came straight here to call my girl.”

“I got something in the mail today,” you bit your bottom lip as you sat up.

“Was it my package?” It was innocent, but you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth. When he caught on, he laughed at himself and called you a “cheeky fucker.”

“It was your package,” you said, untying the robe as you moved to rest on your knees, making sure the camera could see you as you let the silk robe fall around you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, watching as your hands trailed over your body, smoothing the fabric down.

“I was going to wait until you got back home...but I didn’t want to wait.” You said sheepishly, “It’s beautiful.”

“Knew it’d look good on you,” he sighed, “Y/N...jesus, I miss you.”

The hand that was tucked behind his head had disappeared and you bit your bottom lip as you leaned forward, subtly showing off your cleavage as you grinned, “Where’s your hand at, Joseph?”

“You know exactly where it’s at.”

“Show me.”

The camera was pushed back to reveal his lower half. Your eyes locked on the hand that had slid inside his boxers.

“Tease,” you pouted, “Take your boxers off.”

“You first.”

“Jokes on you,” you said as you moved to sit facing the camera, your legs spread to expose your bare cunt, “I’m not even wearing any.”

A soft moan escaped his mouth at the sight of you spread open for him. You watched as his hip lifted, his boxers were slid down, and his thick cock came into view, hard and jutting up against his stomach as he laid back down.

Your fingers slid between your legs, fingers parting your folds as you watched him spit into his hand and then smear it all over his red tipped cock. His hand traveled down to the base of himself, squeezing as his focus reigned in on your fingers.

“You still got that toy?”

“Been on charge all day,” you giggled as you reached over and picked your vibrator up from the nightstand.

“Good,” he said as he quickly licked his lips, “Gonna fuck yourself with it for me, baby?”

He watched as you teasingly slid the vibrator up and down your slit a few times, pressing the power button on as you swiped it around your clit, before pressing it into yourself, moaning only his name as you watched the screen, watching his hand as he stroked himself.

“I can hear how wet you are,” he panted, “Love how wet your pussy is for me, baby.”

“More,” you panted, toes beginning to curl as you listened to his heated raspy voice.

You watched through slanted eyes as his hand traveled back down the length of his throbbing member, his other hand cupping his balls as he watched you intently. Your eyes locked on his hand as it stroked him, his foreskin sliding up over his red tip. Your mouth watered to taste him.

“Fuck your pussy harder...just the way I would if I was there,” he was thrusting up into his own hand now and you could tell by the way his breathing had changed that he was close, “My good girl taking every inch...just like that, baby.”

His hand moved faster, the slick sound of his cock fucking his hand filling your ears.

“Spit on your hand,” he panted, “I want you to rub your clit while you’re fucking your pussy for me, sweet girl.”

You done as he said, wet fingers coming down to your clit as you rubbed quick, tight circles. You watched the screen, his hand quickening its pace.

“That’s a good girl, doing what you’re told.” He panted, earning an unashamed loud moan from you as your fingers quickened their pace, your hand holding the vibrator matching the pace of his stroking hand, “God, I’m close, Y/N.”

“Fuck,” he groaned loudly, his deep voice even lower as he quickened his pace, “I want you to watch me cum – wanna watch you watch it spurt out of my cock just like it would inside your tight pussy and the way I’d fill you up – fuck I’d fill you up, baby.”

“Me too,” you managed to squeak out.

A few minutes passed of just the two of you watching each other, arousal slicked

Watching him, listening to the slickness of his hand, the vibrator buried deep inside of your pussy, was too much to take. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body tensing as your mind went black. You could still faintly hear his moans as you let your head drop back onto the pillows behind you, a smile plastered to your face.

"Fuck...baby." he sighed, "Can't wait to get home."

"Can't wait to see you, J." You sighed softly.

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Kinktober day 3: Daddy

Tag list: @onehotgreasymechanic @resident-gay-bitch CW: Use of term daddy, fingering, p in v sex, fem!reader, praise kink, restraints,

“Daddy.”

It was a soft whimper that left him speechless as it left your lips. His fingers had been roaming tirelessly over your body as you both laid out on the couch, him tucked behind you. He wasn’t even trying to tease you but hewas. Eddie had an obsession with touching you. No matter where you were, his hand would always find itself on your body. Not that you mind one bit.

He lifted his head off the arm of the couch and looked down at you, completely forgetting about the movie that was playing on screen.

“What did you just call me?” He asked, his hand stopping halfway up your shirt.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered, embarrassed deeply at the fact you let it slip. You tried to cover your face but his free hand was stopping you. You had never gotten the drift that he was into that sort of thing but after reading an erotic novel where the main character thirsted after a man similar to the likes of your boyfriend, you couldn’t get the thought of it out of your mind.

“Don’t be shy,” he said, “You said it once.”

“No-”

“I said, say it.” He said as he gripped your jaw, turning your head to look at him. His mouth was mere inches away from yours as he loomed over top of you, brown eyes staring down into yours, “Or I’ll stop touching you.”

Your bottom lip quivered and you felt the blush rise to your cheeks as you muttered it again, a soft “daddy”, but it was enough to get the wanted reaction from him. Plush, full lips were on yours in an instant as his hand shifted directions and dipped into the front of your jeans, rubbing you through the fabric of your thin panties.

“Fuckin look at you,” he groaned against your mouth, his breath mingling with your own as you both panted, “God, baby, you’re soaked already.”

And it was embarrassing as you felt just how turned on you were, your arousal already slipping down your ass. Even though it was muffled by the thickness of your jeans, you could still hear the slick of your pussy as his fingers slid through your folds, tantalizingly slowly.

“Let daddy take care of you, hm?” His nose brushed against your ear, warm lips leaving a trail of goosebumps as his breath fleshed out over your sensitive skin.

He moved from his spot behind you until he was in between your legs, skilled nimble fingers plucking the buttons of your jeans and pulling them down your shaky legs. You sat up a bit, watching as his tongue dredged over the lacey fabric of your black panties - his favorite pair. It only drove him wilder to see your soft skin against the intricate details but even he couldn't resist the urge to slip them down your legs.

Something had changed in his expression. He went from lighthearted touches to down right needy and intense gazes. Maybe you had been holding back on this daddy thing for far too long or maybe he had, too.

"Open your mouth," he mumbled as he balled your panties up into his fist and you knew what was coming.

"No, daddy." Your bottom lip pouted and you turned your head away from him.

You felt your body being jerked down to his level, your thighs falling up over his. You watched his jaw flex as he swallowed harshly, brown eyes staring down at you so intensely that you gulped.

"I said...open your mouth." Eddie quickly licked his lips, his voice low and level, "Do I need to spank you?"

'Oh fuck' you thought to yourself as your lips parted, your eyes staring straight into his as his fingers pushed the lace panties into your mouth. The taste of your pussy filled your mouth, clinging to your dry tongue as he finished slipping the last bit in. Embarrassment plagued your face and your arousal grew deeper as he placed a kiss to your stuffed lips.

"Good girl," he mumbled, "Was it so hard to just shut up and do as you were told for once?"

He sat back once again on his knees, the couch dipping with his movements. You watched, your chest rising and falling rapidly, as he unfastened his belt and jerked it out of his belt loops in a swift motion.

He helped you over onto your stomach, fingers sliding down over your bare ass before he gave a firm slap that seemed to echo in the quiet room. He laughed to himself when you pushed your hips back against his hand, searching for another spanking.

"Think you can just get what you want by poking that pretty ass out hm, baby?" He sucked his teeth and shook his head as he spread your cheeks apart and spit right over your hole, watching as it slipped down and mingled with the arousal from your dripping cunt.

"You're so fucking wet, baby." Eddie sighed to himself, "Calling me daddy got you this turned on?"

You tried to answer him but your voice was muffled by your panties, so you settled for a slight nod as you pushed back against him, desperate for something - anything other than the feeling of the cool air hitting your most sensitive parts.

He spread your pussy open with both of his thumbs on either side, his tongue swiping from your clit to your hole, earning a needy whine from you as his tongue slipped inside of you. You let your eyes slip closed as you felt his tongue curl inside of your opening, your hand reaching back to grip his hair to desperately bring him closer.

And just as soon as his tongue was in you, he was leaning back away from you, pulling his hair from your fingers.

"You're grabby today, huh?" He snorted, picking his belt back up off the floor.

Before you knew it, your hands were secured tightly behind your back with his belt weaved in between your wrists, much to your dissatisfaction that was quickly whisked away when you saw him, out the corner of your eye, stand up from the couch and remove his own pants and boxers.

He was back on the couch within seconds, knocking your legs wider with his own as he reached forward and pushed your head down into the cushion.

"Look at daddy's good girl," Eddie mumbled in your ear as he leaned forward over you, draping his body as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear as he whispered softly, "You're doing so good. I'm so proud of you for doing what you wanted for a change. I love that you trusted me enough to see this side of you...I'm so proud of you."

Your cunt throbbed at his words but you felt the weight of them more than anything in your chest. You felt the weight of him disappear from on top of you and you turned your head slightly to look back and see his hand sliding up and down his cock. He slid closer and you pressed back against him yet again as you felt his cock press at your entrance.

Eddie watched as his cock disappeared inside of you, his jaw slack as he felt himself being swallowed by your warmth. He gripped the leather belt for leverage as he pulled you further back against him, pressing as deep as he could inside of you.

You felt yourself being stretched inch by inch as he sunk into you, burying himself as deep as possible as he pressed his hips flush against yours.

"Fuck," he panted behind you, pulling out almost entirely just to roughly thrust himself back inside of you, "God, you're so good for me, Y/N."

His hips undulated against yours, plunging his cock in and out at a steadfast pace. You were a whimpering drooling mess underneath him, pushing back against each thrust as you felt his free hand slip underneath you. His fingers quickly circled your clit, your body tensing at the sensation.

"Gonna cum for daddy, Y/N?" His voice was just a breathy moan now, "Cum all over daddy's cock, baby...need to feel it."

And before you could stop yourself, as if you ever would, your pussy clenched and pulsed around him, your cries muffled, as your orgasm seeped down the inside of your legs, tears filling your eyes as you felt his hips stutter and then the warmth of his orgasm filling you as he thrust one final time, roughly, into you.

You could feel his sweaty forehead pressed to your shoulder, his body draped over yours once again as he took a minute to catch his breath. Weakly, his fingers pinched and pulled your panties from your mouth, a lewd trail of saliva forming from it to your lips.

"You okay, baby?" His voice was soft again, caring, as he pulled out of you and helped you move to lay on your back.

"Perfect," you said as you caught your breath, "Daddy..."

"Oh goddamnit, Y/N."

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The bar was quiet. Well, for a bar. You absolutely adored Corroded Coffin, but that might have to do with your penchant for the foreman. Eddie fucking Munson. You’d known him since you were kids but somehow over the years this crush had developed. Not that you could ever tell him, honestly with how hot he was and how big he’d made it, there was no way the feelings were reciprocated.

The lights went down and the band started to play a cover of one of your favorite songs, Poison. Eddie’s body moved with the microphone stand as he sang, almost as if he’d written the song for you…”I wanna love you but I better not touch…”

If only he knew how much you actually wanted him to touch you…


You watched the show completely entranced with how his fingers moved along the frets, watching him play his guitar while wishing it was you he was playing instead.

The show ended and of course he was flooded with girls vying for his attention. But you held back, the cigarette between your fingers helping you keep your composure. You wanted to see him, sure, but you weren’t about to throw yourself at him like those other girls.

The chaos increased and you were thankful for their show manager Cliff…he was scary enough without being TOO scary. But still there was only so much he could do…the crowd was going crazy and yet Eddie was just looking forward to some peace. Until he saw you.

You were standing up against the wall, cigarette held between your teeth, foot against the wall.

“Whatsa matter, sweetheart? Didn’t enjoy the show?”

You ash your ciggie nonchalantly.

“It was okay” you say, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Only OKAY??” He pretends to be offended. Throws himself to the ground, SO dramatic.

“I mean, I’ve seen better…” you say, fully aware that you’re taunting him at this point.

“Hmmm better than the frontman literally throwing himself at your feet?”

You laugh, knowing he’s just riding that post-show high.

“Meet me in your trailer, Munson” you say, knowing full well you have no business being in this boy’s trailer.

———————————

It had been way too long and that gorgeous metalhead was still nowhere to be seen. These trailers are NOT sound proof and you knew he’d been enjoying himself. He eventually stumbled in—slightly drunk off the show, slightly drunk off the girls, slightly just drunk. He saw you waiting there, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other. “Sorry I’m late, sweetheart” he said and you hated how just the tone of his voice and that stupid pet name had you clenching your thighs. Subtly, you hoped.

Maybe it wasn’t as subtle as you’d wished though because in two long strides he’d crossed the room and was now on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. “Can I make it up to you?” he asked with that stupid smirk you loved to hate. “I don’t know Munson, been waiting a hot minute. Do you think you CAN make it up to me?” He grinned at you as he uncrossed your legs, slowly running his hands up your thighs. “I don’t know princess, but I’d sure love to try.” You rolled your eyes, wanting to be annoyed with him but finding it increasingly difficult the further his hands slid up your skirt. “Fine. Hit me with your best shot” you said, aiming for cool and collected but missing the mark, your gasp as his fingers reached the crease between your hips and your thighs giving you away. His fingers slowly drifted over the black lace, brushing over the damp spot that was already forming. “Ohh honey…already wet? See something you like out there tonight?” You threw your head back, exasperated. “Shut the fuck up and touch me already, asshole.” His eyes met yours, almost challenging you to commit to what you just said. “We’re gonna have to work on that attitude of yours, darlin” he said as he hooked his fingers under the elastic of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs. “Oh is that so? What are you gonna do ab—“ you started but you were cut off by his tongue licking a broad stripe from your opening just up to that bundle of nerves. You gasped, relishing in the contact, but before you could even fully start to enjoy it, it was gone. You glared down at him as he started kissing your thighs, those luscious lips sucking marks into your skin that would be there for days. “Eddie, please…” you all but panted, fingers digging into the arms of the chair. “Please what, princess?” he murmured in between kisses. “You know what. Please, need to feel you…” It came out as a whimper and you almost hated yourself for giving in so easy but god he felt so good. “Aww, that’s all you had to say” he smirked at you and the next thing you knew his lips were wrapped around your bud, sucking a gentle rhythm that already had you seeing stars. “Fuck Eds, just like that” you gasped as your hand reached down, grasping onto his curls. He looked up at you and my god he looked so gorgeous, big brown eyes staring into yours while his mouth did unholy things to you. “More Eddie please, need more” you moaned and he slid two fingers into you, immediately curving up to hit that sweet spot inside of you. You gasped as he made contact, “FUCK Eddie yes, right there.” Your grip on his hair tightened as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, never breaking contact with his tongue. The coil in your belly started to tighten as your breathing got shallower. “I’m close Eds” you managed to get out between moans. He broke contact for a moment, “I know babe. I got you…” and then his tongue was back on you, twirling tight circles around your sweet spot as his fingers were relentlessly fucking up into you. You held his face to your body, hips chasing that sweet release and before you knew it the coil snapped and your vision whited out. Your orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as he slowed his fingers, helping you ride the wave. “Eddie…” you breathed heavily. He looked up at you, that stupid smirk back in place. “What do you think? Am I forgiven?” Your breathing starting to return to normal, you looked down at him. “Not even close, Munson.”

With that, Eddie was on his feet and swiftly pulling you onto yours, his lips crashing into yours. Your lips parted and his tongue took over, sliding over your own. The taste of yourself on his tongue was intoxicating and the kiss deepened until you weren’t sure if you were breathing your own air or his. He walked you over to the bed, lips never leaving yours until he pushed you down. You sat up as he stood over you, undoing his belt buckle. His hands couldn’t move fast enough so you sat up, clumsily grasping at the buckle and then unbuttoning his jeans. You pulled them down along with his boxers and sank to your knees as you freed his cock, the long, thick length of it bobbing in front of your face. You normally liked to tease him a bit, some sweet kisses and tiny licks, but he had you so revved up you couldn’t stop yourself from taking it all in. He felt heavy on your tongue as you worked your way down his shaft until your nose brushed up against his curls. “Shiiiit baby yes, just like that” he hissed as you started to bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks on the upstroke. He tasted so fucking good and you loved the unholy sounds coming out of his mouth as you made him come undone. He reached down and grabbed you by your hair, pulling you off his dick. “Not yet, sweetheart. Need to be inside of you” he said, breathing heavy as he helped you to your feet and onto the bed.

He had you on your back, hovering over you, his arms caging you in while his mouth moved all over you, ghosting over your neck and down your chest. He pulled your top down, freeing your tits from your bra, wide, lust blown eyes on yours as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. “Eddie…” tumbled off your lips as a gasp as he sucked and bit sweet kisses onto your tits, marking his territory, sliding his tongue around one of your nipples as he rolled the other in between his fingers. You could feel his hardness up against your core, your hips bucking up into him, begging for more. “Eddie please, need you, need to feel you” you gasped, your words mimicking your hips. “Yeah princess? Want this cock? Need me inside you?” he teased as he sucked a mark into your neck, pulling away just far enough to where your hips couldn’t reach. “Need it daddy please” you said, your voice thick with desperation. He dragged his length through your folds, gathering your wetness, and rubbing up against that sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasped at the feel of his cock brushing up against you and suddenly he pushed himself into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head…he’d worked you open with his fingers but it never really prepared you for how FULL you felt with him buried inside you to the hilt. He slowly started to move his hips, giving you a moment to adjust, before he started thrusting into you. “Fuck Eds yes, just like that” you said just before he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, somehow managing to fuck into you even deeper. “Like that princess? You like how daddy’s dick feels deep inside you?” You’re beyond words now, gasping and panting for breath, a chorus of “Yes daddy fuck Eds please fuck” falling from your mouth. He reached between your bodies, his thumb finding that sweet spot and you felt the coil tightening again. “FUCK daddy I can’t, gonna cum again” you manage as he continued rubbing those tight circles around your clit. “I know baby, I got you. Cum for me baby, be a good girl. Cum on daddy’s cock” and at his words your second orgasm overtook you, your vision whiting out again, body shaking, you’re vaguely aware of Eddie moaning over you as his own release wracked his body. He dropped your leg, bringing his forehead to yours as you both came back down to earth. Your bodies were sweaty and entangled as his lips found yours, sweet, slow kisses, heavy breaths. He rolled off you and you couldn’t help but whimper at the loss of contact.

Eddie pulled you close to him, your head on his chest, settled in the crook of his arm. He kissed your forehead, finally having caught his breath. “Whaddya think, babe? Make up for it?” You craned your neck up to look at him and of course he’s got that stupid smirk. “You wish, Munson” you sighed as you nuzzled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

[strangerth0ts]

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What if Eddie really loves it when Steve gets bitchy. People are rightfully pointing out that he is an ex mean girl. He's quick to snap to the worst thing he can think of if pushed but what if Eddie loves that.

Just imagine Steve going so completely off about Jason Carver and everyone is trying to be like "dude, he's dead and wanted to avenge his murdered girlfriend???" but Steve's all "YEAH SO? HE WAS ALSO AN UGLY BITCH WHAT ABOUT IT".

Eddie sat in the corner, heart eyes, sighing all dreamily, looking to Robin like "isn't he amazing?"

[strangerth0ts]

mini comics from the steddie dads au!

i’m having too much fun with this

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Open Drawers

(18+ only)

summary: You forget to close the drawer to your nightstand and your best friend accidentally finds your vibrator.

wordcount: 4.3k

tags/warnings: fem!reader, slight softdom!eddie, friends to lovers, smut, use of sex toys, praise kink (good girl), very slight degradation (he calls you a slut once), pet names (sweetheart, princess), spit used as lubricant, edging, overstim, no use of y/n

a/n: i teased this fic a while ago, sorry it took me a bit to actually post it but i hope you like it anyway!! requests are open and much appreciated, if i know someones actively waiting for me to write something for them i’ll be more likely to not spend a whole ass month on it lmao

It’s been weeks of torture. Ever since Eddie found out about your ‘little secret’ he’s refused to let it go, bringing it up as often as he can just to humiliate you further. It was cruel behavior, especially from the man you consider your best friend. Though you can’t be too surprised, considering he’d always had an affection for teasing you. In the past it had always been rather playful and innocent- maybe just ever so slightly suggestive- but you were generally able to ignore his flirtatious comments and retain your close relationship (no matter how much they made your pining heart flutter). It had been almost a month since everything changed.

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Focus (Professor Quinn x Fem!Reader)

Masterlist

Summary: Professor Quinn asks you to meet him after school to discuss your failing grade.

TW/CW: SMUT. 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. Soft!Dom!Quinn, teacher/student sexual relationship, PIV unprotected, slapping, choking, oral (f&m receiving), facefucking, praise!kink

A/N: I've seen this image floating around and I immediately had to write something like this to go with it. If anyone knows the original editor of this, please let me know so I can credit them 🖤 Enjoy.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" you asked timidly, pushing open the door to Professor Quinn's classroom.

He had his large hands stretched across the binding of a history book, snapping it shut as he took his glasses off and set the frames down on his desk with a smile.

"Yes. Please, come in," he said, his voice ever smooth and baritone as it reverberated through the distance between you.

You took a few steps toward your usual seat when he cleared his throat, your eyes following his to the door you'd left open.

"Shut that for me, would you?"

You did as he said, carefully shutting it and walking toward your desk that sat directly in front of his. You took a seat, crossing your legs out in the aisle as he rose from his chair.

You felt heat rising to your chest, your face, basically everywhere as he walked around his long mahogany table, leaning against the front of it as he folded his arms over his chest, clutching a paper in one hand.

"Do you know why I've asked you here this evening?" He asked, a deep but kind tone to his voice.

You already knew the reason. It was your horribly graded history exam. You'd tanked it. But you hoped he would just fail you and save you the embarrassment of going over it with you.

You dropped your face toward your desk.

"I didn't do well, did I?" You asked, glancing up at him with weary eyes.

He smiled, forcing you to look away again. He was devilishly handsome, the kind of attractive that made you ache and throb in places you knew you shouldn't, not when it came to your teacher.

Everyone fancied Professor Quinn. He was charming, friendly, witty, with a sense of humor that could win anyone over. And his looks only added to his appeal; long curls the color of brunette and honey, neatly trimmed facial hair save for the few patches of scruff down his strong neck. Eyes of pure dark chocolate that burned straight through you anytime he made eye contact, much like they were doing now as he stepped closer to your desk, his shoes drawing your attention as your gaze rose from the floor again.

"It's not good," he smiled. "But I think I can help."

You took a deep breath as he sat your test down in front of you, his palms moving to rest on the sides of your desk as he braced himself there. His scent was strong as it intoxicated your senses, faded cologne mixed with cigarettes and a hint of manly musk from a long day of work. It was well after 5 now.

You glanced at the large, red F atop your paper before looking up at him, feeling flustered as he towered over you now.

"It's not good, is it?" You laughed nervously as a deep chuckle resonated in his chest.

"Did you study at all?" He asked as he stood up straight for a moment, before taking the paper in his hands again, and taking a seat on top of the desk. You leaned back in your seat on instinct, feeling like your thoughts were way too inappropriate as his close proximity had you squeezing your thighs together even tighter now.

"I won't lie. I didn't," you sigh. "I fell behind weeks ago, and I guess- I didn't think it mattered this close to the end of the year."

Professor Quinn nodded at you, rolling the test into a scroll in his hands.

"You're very smart, Y/N. I've seen your grades in your other classes."

Your stomach was full of butterflies as your first name rolled off his tongue. He had never called you that before, and it lit something inside of you as he continued talking about your potential.

"So why is it that you can't pass my class?" He asked suddenly, raising an eyebrow.

You couldn't really think straight as he waited for an answer. You shifted in your seat, looking up at him with soft eyes as he reached up to rub his beard.

"I don't know."

He let out a soft laugh through his nose.

"Well, how can I help? What's had you so distracted?"

You swallowed what felt like a thick lump of cement as he rattled off a few normal circumstances that any other student would have: family troubles, insomnia, boy problems, too much partying?

But you couldn't tell him the real trouble, could you? You couldn't tell him that you spent the majority of class time staring at his hands as they gripped the edge of his desk whilst he rambled on about dead world leaders and the wars they started.

Or how you couldn't keep your eyes off his tight ass and the way his khaki pants hugged it as he wrote the book assignment pages feverently on the chalk board.

You definitely couldn't utter the words 'because your voice and your eyes make my heart stutter and my panties wet all at the same time.'

"Are you even listening to me now?" He laughed, cocking his head to the side as his creamy voice pulled you from your thoughts again, your eyes snapping up to meet his with enthusiasm.

"Yes! Yes, sorry," you said frantically.

"So you daydream. You zone out. That's pretty common," he said with encouragement, crossing those arms again as they threatened to burst through his tight button up. "Where do you go? What do you think about?"

His question stunned you as your eyes dropped to your desk, no true sanctuary since your teacher's large thigh was pressed against it now.

"You can tell me. I don't bite," he said softly, his finger brushing your chin before gently hooking beneath your jaw, lifting your gaze back to his. "I'd really like to know."

You couldn't take it anymore. You didn't know if he was doing this on purpose, but you couldn't find it in you to care as his physical touch sent an involuntary shudder through your chest.

"You," you admitted shyly, eyes pleading with him as you watched his perfectly plump lips turn up slowly into a smirk.

"There she is," he praised, rubbing his thumb across your jawline. You thought you'd faint if he wasn't holding you up by your face right now.

And then he leaned closer, lowering his voice even more as he let you in on a little secret to match yours.

"You make it hard to focus too," he said in a hushed tone, face turning more serious as his hand shifted slightly, his thumb carefully drifting to your bottom lip as he brushed the pad of his digit across it. "Open."

Your breath caught in your throat at his sudden instruction, but you only hesitated for a second as his lustful gaze fixed to your mouth. You dropped your jaw, allowing him access as he slid his thumb past your teeth and swiped it across the flesh of your tongue. You instinctively closed your lips around it, looking up at him to see his reaction as you applied just the right amount of suction, swirling your tongue around his knuckle as he let out a soft groan, clenching his jaw as he watched.

"Good girl," he whispered as he lifted your face slightly, his eyes falling down the length of your neck. "I'm going to lock the door now. And when I get back, I want you in front of my desk. Understand?"

You took a deep breath at the absence of his thumb from your mouth, watching as he took powerfully long strides to the door to lock it. You realized you'd been too entranced to move, hurrying out of your seat and over to his long, neatly organized table.

You slid a few papers and pencil cups out of the way, paying close attention to the name plate that read Professor Quinn as you carefully set it aside. This felt like a fucking fever dream.

You gasped softly as you felt arms around your waist, sliding up the length of your body as his hands gathered your hair to one side, his breath hot against your neck as he spoke.

"I've thought about this a lot, you know."

He said it as his hands brushed down your back, falling once more to your hips as he reached around to unbutton your jeans.

"Wondered if you were thinking about me in the same way, wasting precious class time with your thoughts in naughty places..."

You let out a small moan as his hand slipped down into your panties, the pads of his fingers plunging gently into your wet folds.

"You're already so wet for me, aren't you?" He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. His fingers gathered your slick, bringing it up over your clit as he began to stroke you there in slow, agonizing circles. You braced yourself on his desk as he pressed his hips against you, leaning down toward his desk as you felt the imprint of his thick, throbbing cock pressing into your ass through your clothes.

"Professor, I-" you breathed, feeling dizzy as you struggled to form anything coherent. He already had you on the verge of cumming and your pants weren't even down yet. This only encouraged him as he sped up his fingers before sliding them lower, pressing one long digit inside of you as you gasped loudly from the pleasure.

"I've got you, darling," he cooed as he retracted his hand from your jeans before sliding them down around your ankles, his own trousers dropping to the floor after a few seconds. You stared at the black board in front of you with anticipation before feeling yourself being forced down onto the desk face-first.

You felt his large hands grip your thighs, spreading them open further as he sank down behind you, his breath ghosting over your wetness. His tongue was hot as it licked a long stripe from your clit to your entrance, his hands firmly holding your thighs still as he tested the waters.

You let a shuddering breath out against the cool surface of his desk, fogging up the glossy wood as you felt him press his face into your cunt, eagerly lapping at you as he groaned. The vibrations sent a chill up your spine as you tensed, grabbing for the edges of his desk to hold onto something, anything.

He shook his head slightly, his nose nudging your entrance as his tongue delicately flicked over your clit repeatedly, causing you to jerk against his hold. You felt your orgasm building, barrelling toward you as you laid spread open across your teacher's desk.

You were panting as he brought a hand up to continue the teasing on your bundle of nerves, his tongue sliding through your folds to plunge inside of you as you yelped at the sudden burst of pleasure.

"Oh my god, oh fuck, professor," You whined as he devoured you, your legs starting to shake as he only sped up the pace, moaning into you as he coaxed you to finish.

Your sounds went silent as he buried his face in your pussy, his fingers adding perfect pressure to your clit as you felt something snap inside of you. Your legs threatened to buckle as his strong hands held you still against the desk, lapping at your slick as you came harder than you could've anticipated.

He hummed as he rose to his feet again, his hands stroking your ass as he pushed your shirt up and pressed wet kisses down your back.

"So good for me, hm?" He whispered between kisses, running his large hand up the length of your spine and back down again, his warm cock pressed against your slick as you took deep, labored breaths, still coming down from your first high.

His hand travelled to your head now, taking a fist full of hair as he guided you up off the desk, making your back arch as you whimpered.

"You've got such a pretty mouth, love..." He cooed against the shell of your ear, a new wave of arousal dripping down into your core from his sudden dominance.

"I bet it would be even prettier around my cock."

You barely had time to let the thought float through your hazy mind before he was pulling you back by your hair, spinning you to face him and taking your lips in a long, dizzying kiss.

You moaned into his mouth as he greedily explored yours, filling you with the taste of yourself as his free hand pressed you impossibly close to his body.

He pulled your head back firmly, breaking the kiss as he studied your face with a smile. "You're doing so well, pretty girl."

His praise only amplified your arousal as you gazed up at his gorgeous face, his brown eyes full of lust as he admired you right back.

"On your knees," he instructed as you did just what he said, holding his muscular thighs for leverage as you admired his thick, visibly heavy cock. It was big, which you never doubted, light red from engorgement and the tip was already weeping with pre cum.

You licked your lips as your mouth began to salivate, leaning forward to take him as he yanked your head back abruptly.

"Ah ah," he scolded with soft eyes, a direct contrast to the hold he had on your hair. "Open."

You looked up at him as your mouth gaped, your tongue coming out to show him just how good you could be as he inhaled a sharp breath at the sight.

"Good girl," he growled lowly as he held his cock at the base, pressing the tip onto your tongue with a short hiss. He pressed himself in further, gliding over your tongue as the salty taste formed even more spit in the back of your throat. He loosened his grip on your hair as he moved both hands to the back of your head now, his eyes fluttering closed at the overwhelming warmth your mouth was providing.

You took it as a sign to close your lips around him, sucking gently as you pushed him further into your mouth. He was so big, you knew you'd be in tears before long, but you could hardly wait.

You swirled your tongue over his tip as he groaned softly, his jaw dropping open as you watched his face for encouragement. You pushed him as far back as you could, taking a deep breath before using the extra saliva you'd gathered to force him into the back of your throat.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered as his hands gripped your hair to force himself further inside. You felt tears pricking at your eyes as your lungs burned from the air supply being cut off, but you didn't care. You couldn't, not when he was making such filthy sounds and expressions above you.

He took control, pulling himself out just long enough for you to gasp for air, sputtering around his cock as a string of saliva connected your lips to his bright red tip.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous like this," he praised as he brushed his knuckles across your cheek before landing a light smack to your face. You gasped, looking up at him with teary eyes as your cheek stung.

"Too much?" He asked with a cocked brow, but you shook your head quickly, squeezing your thighs together. It had you aching for more.

"No sir. More... Please," you begged as he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your swollen lips, before smacking you a little harder.

"Such a good girl... taking me so well. Open," he said again as he didn't wait for you to oblige for long, thrusting himself in past your throat in no time. You choked as he fucked your face relentlessly, his curses and moans filling you with so much pleasure you thought you'd cum again as your pussy clenched around nothing.

"Yes, god, yes," he groaned loudly as tears streamed down your blushing cheeks, your nails digging into his legs as your chest burned. You wanted him to use you like this for as long as he felt like it.

He tightened his grip, your scalp stinging as he forced his cock as far as it would go, your nose buried into his dark bush of pubic hair.

He pulled out quickly as you coughed, gasping for air as he pulled you to your feet and spun you so you were bracing yourself on his desk yet again. He pushed your shoulders down so your chest was pressed into the cool wood, a haven for your hot face as he lined himself up with your dripping pussy.

He pushed in slowly as you squeezed your eyes shut. He stretched you open deliciously, your walls quivering around his length as the girth filled you so perfectly you could cry.

He bottomed out, stilling his hips against your ass as he gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size, rubbing his palms over your backside with a squeeze to each cheek.

"Look at the board," he said as he leaned over you, his hand moving underneath your chin to help you look up at the chalk scrawled across the black surface.

You read the writing, miscellaneous dates were scribbled with different historical events next to them.

"Are any of those written incorrectly?" He asked as he retracted his hips slowly, the glide of his cock making it hard for you to concentrate on what he was asking. You struggled to think, your eyes darting around the board in search of the mistake as he sank back into you slowly.

"I.. I think number 3 is wrong," you muttered, recalling that The Cold War did not begin in the 60s.

He ran his free hand down your back soothingly as his other hand remained around your throat.

"That's correct," he said before ramming into you one good time. You whimpered as your thighs slammed into the edge of the desk.

"When did the Cold War begin?" He asked, pumping in and out of you at a mind-numbing pace. You searched your brain for the answer, stuttering as you tried to think of it.

"Is it... Is it 1945?" You asked as he let out a tsk between his teeth. He pulled himself from you, leaving you devastatingly empty as you whimpered at the loss of contact. This was your punishment for being wrong, you guessed.

Only, you were wrong again.

You cried out as he landed a sharp blow against your ass, grabbing the flesh hard with his palm.

"Try again," he said firmly as he rubbed the sore spot. You took a deep breath, preparing for another slap as you muttered 1947, unsure if it was right or not.

"There she is," he praised as he slid back inside of you, filling you deliciously as you moaned out against the desk. "Now tell me how long it lasted."

"I... I can't..." You whimpered as he fucked into you so deep it had you going cross eyed beneath him. He bottomed out as he leaned down over you on the desk, his hands bracing himself against the wood as he leaned down over your face.

"You don't know?" He asked sweetly, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone.

"I can't concentrate like this, Professor Quinn," you said softly, feeling a little bit of drool threatening to leak out of the side of your mouth.

"Oh, so you want me to stop, then..."

You felt him lift himself off of you, beginning to pull out when you tensed, reaching back to grab his hip.

"No! No, please don't!"

He chuckled as he peeled your hand from his hip, securing it behind your back with the other one as he slowly dragged his cock against your walls.

"Then answer the question, babydoll."

"45 years," you choked out as he slammed into you again, humming deeply as he began thrusting in and out in the perfect rhythm.

"So you do know the material," he said as he brushed over your g-spot, groaning as you squeezed around his cock. "Did you purposely fail so you'd get extra attention from me?"

You had no time to answer before he pulled out, lifting you by the back of your neck and turning you to face him. He lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip with a firm grasp on your thigh as he sank back into you, pushing you back against his desk once again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he hit you at a new angle, being able to see his face was a whole new experience as his brows furrowed, his jaw muscles clenching as he pounded into you.

"If you wanted my attention," he groaned, punctuating the words with harsh thrusts, "all you had to do was tell me, darling."

You wrapped your fingers in his thick curls, your jaw falling open as he railed you against his table so hard that the legs began to scrape against the hardwood floor beneath it.

You nodded at him, a silent agreement as his dark brown eyes burned into yours.

He placed a hand on your chest, squeezing at your breasts and nipples before pushing you down onto the desk. He lifted your other leg now, hooking his arms beneath your knees and pulling you against his relentless thrusts.

"So tell me now," he demanded, barring his teeth as he fucked you down into the table. "Tell me or I'll stop again."

You couldn't take any more edging. He'd already pulled you to the brink of release over and over, ripping you from the cusp at the last second each time.

You grasped his shirt as you looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

He grinded against your clit now as he fucked you, sending a burning sensation to your core that let you know you were about to cum and you didn't want it to stop. You wrapped your arms around his neck again as he slipped a hand down to massage your clit, resting his forehead against yours as his hips began to stutter.

"I've wanted this for so long," you breathed as he leaned closer to you, giving you access to rip open the buttons of his shirt and finally smooth your hands over his chest. "God, just like this, I've wanted this."

"Yes.. oh god!" You moaned as he thrusted deeper, sending you over the edge as your thighs squeezed around his hips. He was moving your whole body against the desk as he rocked you through your release, his own sounds and heavy breathing letting you know he was right behind you.

"Fuuucking hell," he groaned as he slammed his hips into you a final time, his head falling against your chest as he let out a few final curses, spilling his hot seed inside of you.

After he caught his breath, he rose to his full height again, carefully pulling out with a soft moan. He helped you sit up, carefully supporting your back with his strong arm as he grabbed your clothes for you.

"Does this mean I pass?" You asked with a cheeky grin as he let out a chuckle, reaching around you to grab his glasses. He put them on his nose, pushing them back and running his fingers through his hair before buttoning his pants. He looked like your polite teacher again, not the man that had just fucked you 3 ways to Sunday over his desk.

"No, it most certainly does not. It means you get to retake your final next week."

You felt relief flood you as you realized you'd get to study and hopefully manage a C.

His finger lifted your chin to make you look up at him again as he gave you a more stern look now.

"But you'd better pass this time. My praise is much better than my punishment," he said as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck.

He broke the kiss, helping you hop off his desk and onto the floor.

"Now get out of here before I give you extra homework," he teased, tapping you on the ass as you turned to leave.

"But what if I want homework, Professor Quinn?" You asked with seduction in your voice, looking at him through your lashes from the doorway of the classroom.

He leaned against the desk with his fists, his signature teacher stance that always made you weak in the knees.

"You've got my email," he said with a wink.

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best kept secret; eddie munson

prompt: eddie munson is hated by every man in town, but secretly loved by all the ladies, and not just for his large personality.

word count: 3k

warnings: SMUTTTT (go away children), mentions of hands on necks, brief mention of breeding kinks, dumbification, idk what else but just let me know :)

Was this a bad idea? Probably.

No, this was definitely a bad idea, but you weren’t thinking when you showed up at Eddie Munson’s trailer at 11pm, horny and desperate. 

When you appeared at his door, he was shocked to say the least. You had been in school together since elementary, in separate social circles, but you were never mean to him, so you were an acquaintance in his book.

“Uh, hey?” He said, shirtless in just some flannel sleep pants, making your mouth water already. 

“Can I come in?” You asked, his eyebrows raising but letting you in, dressed in jeans and an oversized sweater. 

“Not to be a dick, but why are you here?”

The question was valid on his end, but to you it made total sense. Eddie Munson just happened to be Hawkins best kept secret amongst women, he was known to be killer in the bedroom. While most girls at school would turn their nose in public, some did the same thing you hoped for, losing their mind against his sheets.

“I, uh, was wondering if I could have some assistance?” You stuttered, playing with the bracelet on your wrist as he leaned against the kitchen counter. 

He suppressed a chuckle, “What, like a flat tire? Cause if it’s school related, you’re screwed.”

Smiling, you tried to think of any way to ask the abrupt question with any amount of composure or decency. The nerves stockpiling in your stomach were consuming you, but the need to be touched was far greater.

“I know your reputation.” You blurted, taking a step closer to him that you could practically feel his body heat. 

“I think everyone does?” He peered at you, trying to get any read on your emotions or the reason why you decided to show up at his door.

Blood flushed to your cheeks as you let out a nervous laugh, “No, I mean, uh, with the ladies.”

The toothy grin appeared after a few beats as he took one step closer to you, only a few inches from his face. You wanted to look away in shame, but his brown eyes were capturing you.

“Thought you had a little boyfriend from the football team?” This was true, you had been dating Ben Prout for about a year and you two were far from a power couple, like Jason and Chrissy, but people were aware of your relationship.

“He doesn’t touch me.” The words felt icy, but it was the truth. Ben was a selfish lover, usually opting to finish and leaving you high and dry. “Plus he's been cheating on me with Marcia, from seventh period, for a few weeks.”

A bit taken aback by your vulnerable revelation, he nodded, taking a step closer to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The pads of his fingers were coarse from his guitar playing, leaving chills across your body in their wake.

“You need to get fucked don’t you?” The lewd words dripped from his mouth into yours as it hung open, breathing hard before colliding lips. While you began eager, it didn’t take long for him to take the reins, holding your face and determining the pace. He backed you into his bedroom, slamming the door shut with such force it shook the trailer a bit. 

He wasted no time in undressing you, pleasantly surprised to see how your bra and panties matched, a soft lilac color with a small flower on the waistband. You sighed as his hands began roaming your body, his mouth nipping at your collarbones to leave hickies that would remain for days afterwards.

Stepping back to get a look at you as you fell against the bed had him pause, a sly grin etching his face at your needy demeanor. “So you came all this way, just to get screwed by the town freak?”

His body stood between your legs as he peeled off his shirt, an unintentional groan exerting from your mouth. “Yeah, I need you.”

“Awe,” He taunted, peeling off his jeans to leave him in his boxers, “You need to get fucked that bad? Going to a guy you barely knows house just to get stuffed.” 

You agreed as he kissed down your chest, removing your bra, “Yeah, but I know you Eddie. We’ve gone to the same school for years.” You whimpered when his mouth reached a nipple, spit sliding off the curve of your breast.

“Y-You’re in that band, right? Corroded Coffin? A-and you’re in Hellfire with those other boys?” Your stammering pleased him as he released from your chest with a pop, not missing the faint blush on his cheeks, but making sure to make a remark to save his ass, “Someone did their research.”

The trail down to your navel was littered with kisses, nibbling, and sucking before his breath hit your soaking center. Eddie could be a greedy bastard if he wanted to, this was one of those times. Immediately pulling down the frail material, his fingers entered you as you mewled, arching your back. He let out a string of curses at the sight, feeling himself growing harder in his boxers, dipping down to place his tongue on your clit.

“Look like a damn pornstar. You’re soaked already, ole Benny been neglecting you, hm?” He cooed, watching as your slick began to cover his rings, shining against the light of the moon through his window. He wished he had a polaroid to capture this, but his lips went back to work against your bundle of nerves, already feeling a climax approaching.

“I think I came one or two times with him, but he didn’t go down on me.” You admitted, Eddie’s brown eyes looking up at yours, a bit stunned. He chose to keep his mouth on your pussy, working faster until you were on edge. His two digits pumped in and out, curving to find your g-spot as he traced shapes and letters against your bud. 

As your orgasm approached, your hands went to his hair, holding it lightly while your moans got louder. The first climax of the night rolled over your body calmly, slightly shivering as he quickened his pace, sensitive from it all. It had been months since you came and it was apparent. 

Eddie lifted up bending your knees to your chest to get a better view of your swollen pussy, your wetness coating his lower face. “He’s missing out.” He ogled, letting his thumb run against your labia as you shivered, “Feeling okay?”

You gave him a thumbs up as you tried to regulate your breathing which made him laugh, coming to eye level to kiss you again. The taste of yourself mixed with his spit felt exhilarating, hand going behind his neck and gripping at his hair. He caught your bottom lip in his teeth, dragging it briefly.

“You wanna keep going?” He checked as you felt his clothed boner against your cunt, the feeling alone could have sent you over the edge. 

“Fuck yeah.” You beamed, his own toothy grin making an appearance.

“Can’t lie to you, you’ve really got me going.” He started, “Gotta tell me if it’s too much, ‘kay?” Once you acknowledged your consent, lips met one anothers again, his hand coming down to press your hips against the bed. You could feel him aching through his boxers while he grinded against you.

Raising himself up, he sat on his haunches and helped you position on all fours. This alone was thrilling as you had been accustomed to just missionary, which was good, but this was enticing. His hands grabbed at the meat of your ass, a hiss leaving your lips at the tension. He lifted to his knees, guiding himself against your center with one hand gripping at his headboard. 

When his tip entered, you suspended any movement, completely focused on every ridge and vein. You felt his spare hand rubbing your hip, “Gotta relax for me, gonna hurt if you don’t.”

You obeyed, dropping to your elbows as he sank further in, beginning small strokes. He hadn’t even fully entered you yet and you were falling apart. The dainty noises leaving your mouth edged him on as he went deeper. You let out a ragged moan as he flushed against you, holding you still against him.

“Feel good, baby?” His voice was kind, but littered with arrogance as he knew he had you in the palm of his hand. “Wanna go faster?”

He thought your head could fall off from how intensely you nodded, he landed a slap against your ass before speeding his tempo. He mixed between full and half thrusts, trying to figure out what was getting you going the most, but they blended together as he saw how your upper half was sinking to the mattress.

“Tell me,” He gruffed, grabbing your hair to pull up to his face, voice tickling your ear, “How good do you feel?” You only released a squeak to his delight, a few tears falling down your cheek. 

“Awe, you need dick so badly, don’t you? Just need someone to fuck you properly?” He teased, you hadn’t expected Eddie to be as into dirty talk as he was, but you should’ve expected it. He spent most of his time playing a fantasy game where he made new characters, of course he was gonna be good with his words.

He let your head fall back down, slapping your ass again, “Fuck yourself on me.”

You whined as your hips went backwards, stunting at the feeling of his cock fully inside you, but he smacked your ass harshly, swinging you back into motion. You thrusted against him as he enjoyed watching you adjust to him, taking a few calming breaths to make sure he didn’t explode quite yet. 

While it was fun to see you try and get yourself off, he much preferred seeing you a mess beneath him. He clasped onto your side with one hand as the other went to your clit, flinching at the sensitivity, but immediately softening at his touch. You thought you could feel him everywhere as your mind began to slip.

Actions ruthless, he laughed as you came again, “Shit, you’re just too easy, you love it.” You cried as he didn’t withhold any motion on the account of finishing again, feeling your body shake against his. 

“How much do you love it?” He gritted, moving his hand from your clit to rub at your stomach, the soothing motion was enough to get you to form words.

“A lot, thank you master.” You babbled, drool coming from your lips and a bit onto his sheets. But his mind was hyper focused on the pet name, yanking you up again by your throat, cool rings making it all the more hypnotic. 

“Master?” He gaped as you gulped, he could feel it against your warm skin. He loved the name, always wanting to experiment with it in the bedroom, but figuring most girls wouldn’t want to feed into his peculiar status as Dungeon Master. Taking one look at you, he knew there was another motive.

“What’s my name?” His grip tightened against your neck, gasping with a moan as his hips still moved steadily. You whimpered, biting your lip in slight embarrassment.

“You got so fucking cock drunk that you forgot my name, didn’t you?” He ridiculed, his fingers going to your open mouth to rest on your tongue. More than anything, he was amazed he was able to bring you to this state, forgetting the name of a boy you’d known since childhood.

“My. Name. Is. Eddie.” He proclaimed, each halt resulting in a firm thrust, gasping at each one. You mewled against his fingers, but he pulled them to grab your cheek and look in your eyes, back fully against his chest.

“I love your cock, Eddie. So much!” You cried, letting him lower both of you against the bed, his weight resting on you until he propped up, still inside of you. He fucked you into the mattress, the squeaks from the bed and your mouth filling the room. 

“Eddie, please.” You fussd as abruptly pulled out, much to your dismay, but you glanced back to see him extremely flushed. You could tell by the throbbing he was on the brink of losing it, hands rubbing his face. 

Wordlessly, he flipped you to your back, kissing you as he thrusted in fully. You wailed, arching against him as he forced your legs against your chest, knees bending. Watching as he lifted your legs over his shoulders. 

“Oh my God.” You sobbed, feeling so stretched out you could rip in two pieces. But if it meant you could feel like this? You would rip into a million for him. His knees shifted beside your hips, giving him better access to you.

He held your face in one hand as his eyes bored into yours, both of you too pent up to be thinking about how romantic these long gazes were. His thumb pulled your bottom lip down, letting him spit into your mouth to watch you greedily swallow it.

“You really are such a cock slut, aren’t you?” He cooed, “You get so dumb over my dick, let me spit in your fucking mouth, I bet you’d even let me fuck a baby into you?” While it was a backless taunt, he felt the way you squeezed around him, the thought of him filling you up to the brim had you aching even more. 

He let out a breathless, astonished laugh. “You would let me fuck you so good, I could give you a baby? Just so you could get filled up?” You nodded in shame, crying as he bottomed out again, rubbing circles against your clit. “Would you let me fuck that little asshole?” He pressed, but to his surprise you kept nodding, watery eyes staring into his. He could see how fast you were losing it, mouth still hanging open from when he spit in it. 

“You would do anything for this cock, wouldn’t you?” At this point, he was feeding his own ego, but watching you submit to him was as pleasurable as the feeling of being inside of you. 

He groaned before kissing you again, hand coming to tweak your pert nipple. Your body was on fire underneath him, brain completely flustered by his actions, but you couldn’t tell if Eddie was igniting or extinguishing this desire. Was he fucking you so good you’d be sedated for a few weeks or would you need this daily?

You didn’t have much time to contemplate as your body shook, another orgasm threatening to come across your overstimulated body. Your mouth left his as you sniffled, his grasp on your face to force you to look at him. 

You were at his complete disposal as you looked into his kind eyes, breath staggering as he approached on his own finish. You lifted your hands to cup both sides of his face, pulling your foreheads together.

“You’re okay, I got you, I got you.” He stuttered, feeling you convulse against his body before he let go himself. He cursed against your cheek, flooding your walls with his release, giving a few weak thrusts to milk it out, falling against you limply.

You laid in each other's arms momentarily, still wrapping your heads around what happened just seconds ago. He rolled onto his side, exiting your cunt while you whimpered, the feeling of being empty was chilling. But he pulled you into his chest, kissing your head affectionately, giving you a few more minutes to collect yourself.

“Do you fuck all your girls like that?” You couldn’t help, but wonder if this sensation was for all the women who wandered into Eddie Munson’s trailer on the wrong side of the tracks or if you had just gotten incredibly lucky. You felt his warm breath against your head, taking a sharp inhale.

“No.” He imparted, stroking his fingers against your soft hair, “I’ve only fucked, like, 3 girls like 2 years ago so word really does get around.” You giggled at his comment, suppressing the surprise that, while he was fantastic, he wasn’t this holy grail man all the girls came to. 

“But this?” He trailed, his digits going to rub your arms, “This was by far the best though, that was so hot.” You felt bashful as you shoved your face against his rumbling chest, pulling you to look in his eyes, “Kinda hard to hide from me now since I literally just spent half an hour inside you.”

His tone was playful as you rolled your eyes, smiling at him, feeling his seed still seeping from your hole. You almost moaned at the feeling, a reminder of the way he contorted you into extreme amounts of pleasure.

As the laughter faded naturally, you laid there across from one another, exhaustion hitting both of you like a truck. You were able to peel yourself from his warm embrace to put your clothes back on, a sly whistle leaving his lips when you bent over to get your underwear from the floor. He noticed his release beginning to trickle down your thigh, resisting the urge to lap it up with his tongue and kiss you. He only snapped out of his fantasy to see you giving him the middle finger playfully.

“Thanks, by the way, hope it wasn’t too weird.” You confided, adjusting your belt to the correct loop, pulling it through. 

“Not at all, I’m always here.” He foreshadowed, knowing this couldn’t be the last time you would wind up here because now he knew to seek you out as well. You smiled kindly, leaning down to kiss his forehead and walking out his front door.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

authors note: hey so i wrote this on a whim while horny so there's probably mistakes but WHOOPS.

i will never escape the horny on main allegations, sorry.

anyways heres the taglist, lmk if u wanna be on there, feedback is always appreciated :)

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Joe’s favorite sandwich is tuna mayo 🖤

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I can't live like this, I made a post about how much the group still needs Eddie and @joseph-quinns made a stunning gifset of it which planted my ass FIRMLY back into seething rage territory over the damn flashlight. So hear me out okay, hear me out

That scene? Where he wraps up the flashlight? That's not just a flashlight and that's not just a one-off. Yes, Eddie protected a beacon of guiding light to send with Steve into the dark, but that's not random. That's a purposeful narrative act!!

In 4.05, at 38 minutes in, the party almost in full enters the darkened Creel house, the den of the beast. Lucas tries to turn on the light, and it fails. Dustin pulls out a flashlight and clicks it on- and here's the parallel. Steve asks him where everyone got them, and Dustin (Dustin, who point-blank told Steve "you die, I die" last season, Dustin who is closest to Steve next to Robin, Dustin who is closest to Eddie, the bridge between the two) gives him a reproachful look and asks him if he needs to be told everything, reminds him that he is not a child, and... tells him where to find a flashlight. Doesn't give him the light, doesn't turn it on. Expects Steve to be taking care of himself.

Which is fine, it's fine, he's a kid, a teenage boy. This isn't to speak on Dustin's character.

But it is to draw the parallel line right up alongside Eddie, who (in 4.06 on the lake) doesn't wait for Steve to ask. He doesn't ask if it's needed. He pulls out a plastic bag from within his clothing, dumps his own belongings on the floor, and uses the bag to wrap up the flashlight, to prepare a beacon for Steve. Eddie solemnly hands it to Steve, something I'm not sure it would have even occurred to him to ask for (they are all so used to the darkness by now). The light is already on, shining bright, when Eddie passes it off with the soft, mundane protection of a good luck.

THIS is what they need. In every war, there are medics. There are healers. There are the helpers, the support. There are those who are the home to come back to, the reasons worth fighting. The ones waiting with clean water and a hot meal and a soft blanket. Even in the midst of the worst days of his entire life, Eddie looks at the warriors around him and says "I can give them light, I can give them a home, I can give them protection."

He can wrap up a flashlight, he can steal a vehicle that is most like a home, he can build shields. He can buy them time.

And perhaps most importantly? Dustin, early on, didn't hand Steve the light. But... by the end, he is building a shield alongside of Eddie, learning how to protect others.

And that's why the flashlight is important.

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I’ve got no idea why but this particular gif is driving me fucking nuts at the moment like he’s so into it he’s climbing on the table?? Yes baby 😍The sassy little toss of his hair? Perfection.

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Endless gifs of Eddie Munson: 1/?