strawberrycherie

[strawberrycherie]

Welcome to Hellfire

Summary: Two freshman convince you to join them at Hellfire despite you never having played before. You're weary at first, but jump at the chance once you learn that Eddie Munson, who you've been crushing on all year, will be there.

“Can you please, please, please come play DND with us tonight?” a voice came from right behind you.

You were pretty sure that they weren't talking to you, but when you turned around, two sets of brown eyes were staring right at you.

You found yourself staring back at a pair of Freshmen who you’d never spoken to before in your life. One of them, you were pretty sure, was Nancy Wheeler’s little brother. 

“Do I know you?” Your brows pulled together. 

“Probably not.” The taller of the two said, looking far too hopeful. “But we really, really need a third, and nobody else can do it.” 

“So you’re just asking everyone?” You tilted your head slightly. “I don’t even know what that is. I don’t know how to play.” 

“At this point, we’re desperate.” The smaller one spoke with a heavy lisp. “It doesn’t matter whether or not you can play. Eddie’s gonna kill us if we show up one man short.” 

“Eddie Munson?” You perked up a little, and both boys looked shocked. 

You’d always had a bit of a crush on the older metalhead but found him too intimidating to approach.

“Yeah…” little Wheeler trailed off, “He’s our DM.” 

“DM?” 

“Dungeon Master.” His friend clarified. 

“You’re making this sound like some kind of sex cult.” You raised a brow and chuckled when they both turned pink. “Explain.” 

“It just means that he runs the club. Hellfire club.” They gestured towards their shirts, still blushing. “We play Dungeons and Dragons.”

“I still don’t understand.” 

“You haven't said no yet.” 

“You’re right, I haven’t.” You nodded, looking amused. 

“Please?” They gave you the puppy eyes, and you sighed dramatically. 

“You’re sure they won't mind you bringing some rando?” 

“No!” 

“It’ll be fine!” 

They spoke at the same time. 

“Yeah, I guess. It’ll probably be more fun than the stupid basketball game.” You shrugged finally and flinched when they started jumping up and down and cheering. 

You almost regretted agreeing when you found yourself holding a massive book full of information about the game and how to play, but the prospect of breathing the same air as Eddie Munson and having him know that you exist kept you from running for the hills. 

The boys, whom you now knew as Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson, were talking a mile a minute, trying to explain things to you while you desperately tried to absorb even a shred of information. 

When it finally came time to ditch the basketball game and follow your newfound teammates down the hallways of Hawkins High, you were a little nervous. 

You really had no fucking clue what you were about to walk into and the brief, yet extensive rundown you’d gotten hadn’t really left you understanding anything outside of it’s a game, not a sex cult, and that there are a shit ton of different dices. 

What you had not expected was to walk into the drama room and lock eyes with Eddie Munson, perched on a throne. 

Yes, a throne. 

His brows immediately pulled together in confusion, and your cheeks started to warm. 

He knew you. You were in a few of his classes this year, and he’d spent enough time staring at you to know that you were not dorky enough to be willingly standing there with two of the freshmen he’d taken under his wing.

“Uh, what’s this?” He tore his gaze away from you to look at the boys. 

“You asked for a sub.” Mike gestured towards you, “We delivered.” 

“That’s not a sub,” He groaned after a minute, “That’s a hostage.” 

“Jesus Christ, she looks like she’s being held at knifepoint!” 

“She is not a hostage.” You interjected, unable to help but laugh. “I am a willing participant. Just, for the record.” 

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a few times like he didn’t know what to say. 

“Wheeler, Henderson!” He called the boys over to the throne, finally, “Get over here.” 

Dustin gave you an encouraging thumbs up before crossing the room, leaving you standing there awkwardly. 

“What the hell is this?” Eddie hissed lowly once the boys were standing in front of him. 

“Nobody else wanted to play!” Mike exclaimed 

“So you kidnap the poor girl?” His eyes darted over to you, then back to the younger boys. “Absolutely not.” 

“We didn’t kidnap her!” Dustin insisted, “She was all for it when she heard you were gonna be here.” 

“What?” He faltered, looking genuinely taken aback. “Why?” 

“She’s like totally into you, man!” 

“She is not.” He looked over again. 

“She is too.” Mike corroborated, “Lit up like a Christmas tree, and that was before we clarified that this is not a sex cult. She wants you. For real.” 

“Really?” Eddie still looked like he didn’t fully believe them, but it was clear that his interest had been piqued. 

“Yes!” They both cried at the same time. 

“Does she know how to play?” 

“Kinda.” Dustin shrugged, “As much as we could teach her between lunch and now.”  

“Good enough.” Eddie sprang out of his throne and nudged them aside to saunter over to you and hold his hand out for you to shake. 

“Welcome to hellfire.” He grinned. 

You slapped your hand into his and almost jerked away. 

It was like an electric current had flowed through every nerve that made contact with his skin, and when you locked eyes, it became clear that he’d felt it too. 

Neither of you let go, though. 

Not until the other players started clearing their throats and giggling amongst themselves. 

You looked away at the same time and gathered around the table. 

The prospect of embarrassing himself in front of a pretty girl did not stop Eddie Munson from getting into full Dungeon Master character, especially when he saw how entertained you looked. 

It very quickly became apparent that you did not know how to play, but your enthusiasm, despite being completely lost, more than made up for it. To everyone’s surprise, he allowed the boys to play for you help. And let you just throw the dice whenever it was your character’s turn, even if you had no clue what the numbers meant. 

The rest of the players were happy to let you sit there and look pretty, even if it was proving to be a bit of a distraction. 

“The hooded cultists chant,” Eddie narrated the game so dramatically that he had you fully engrossed, at the edge of your seat.

"Hai, Lord Vecna. Hail, Lord Vecna." 

“They turn to you, remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shriveled, desiccated.”

“And something else.” Eddie rose from his throne theatrically, growing louder, “He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!”

The boys all started screaming, and despite having no idea why, you gasped as if you did. 

Eddie found it incredibly alluring. 

“Vecna’s Dead!” Dustin shouted, eyes wide in disbelief. 

“He was killed by Kas!” 

“So it was thought, my friends.” Eddie lowered himself back into his throne, laughing maniacally, “So it was thought.”

“But Vecna lives.”

He waited for the clamouring to die down before continuing. 

“You’re scared. You’re tired. You’re injured.” He murmured, drawing them all in. 

“Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight?” 

You looked at the rest of the players, very much aware that you didn’t know enough to cast a vote, and Eddie took the oportunity to stare. 

He couldn’t believe you were sitting across from him.  

You, with your kind eyes and dazzling smile. 

You, with your genuine enthusiasm and lack of judgment, despite this being one of the nerdiest games in the world. 

You, getting along with his friends as if you’d been in the fold for years and not just mere hours. 

You, whom he’d been eyeing since the start of the year, but he was convinced would never go for him. 

Eddie couldn’t believe that you not only knew who he was, but had agreed to get dragged into a game you knew nothing about by two freshmen just because he’d be there. Wasn’t sure if he fully believed it really. 

Maybe you were just too kind and had taken pity on the poor boys. 

He’d been swindled by the puppy dog eyes once or twice himself. He knew how persuasive they were when they wanted to be. 

There was no explaining away the feeling of shaking your hand, though. 

That was something. 

Surely, you’d felt it too. 

The look you’d shared may as well have been a mirrored image. 

He was torn from his thoughts by the chanting of the club. 

They’d decided to fight.

You were so invested in the game that you almost felt like you understood what was happening. 

You cheered when your teammates landed a hit and cried out in frustration whenever Eddie cackled and slapped a figurine off the board to signal a miss. 

It came to a point where you were down to two players left on the board, and Gareth called for a timeout as if it were a sport.  

Somehow, you were one of the two. 

“Guys, I hate to say this.” Jeff grimaced. “But we’ve got to flee.” 

“I concur.” Gareth immediately agreed. 

“Whoa!” You gasped, “What happened to ‘to the death’?” 

“That wasn’t literal!” 

“Vecna just decimated us.” Doug shook his head. “We can’t kill him with just two players.” 

“You too?” Dustin groaned, “He only has 15 hit points left. Don’t be Pussies.” 

“Pussies?” Jeff hissed, “Really? Cause we’re not Delusional?” 

“Hey!” Eddie shouted from his throne, drawing all of your attention. “If I may interject, Gentlemen, Fair lady.”

You bit back a smile, trying to be serious and failing miserably. 

“Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concerns to heart. There is no shame in running.” 

“Don’t try to be heroes,” He pouted condescendingly. “Not today, ‘kay?” 

You all blinked at him for a moment. 

“One sec.” Dustin held out a finger, and the huddle resumed. 

“What do you think?” 

“How many hit points do you guys have left?” Mike turned to you and Dustin. 

You glanced down at the little notebook you’d been keeping track in and answered at the same time as Dustin. 

“Twelve.”

“It’s risky as hell.” Mike shook his head thoughtfully. “But you’re the ones on the battlefield. So, it’s your call.” 

“What do you say?” Dustin asked you. 

“I say fuck it.” You shrugged, smiling mischievously, “What've I got to lose?.” 

“Screw it.” Dustin nodded, breaking the huddle “Let’s kill the son of a bitch.” 

“The chances of success are 20-1,” Doug argued when you all crowded around the table. 

“Never tell me the odds.” Dustin held a hand out to stop him.

The boy turned to Eddie with a determined look on his face and muttered, 

“Give me the D-20.”

Eddie threw it, smiling in pure amusement. 

He clearly didn’t think that the rest of you would be winning anything. 

Dustin shook up the dice in his fists, blowing into them for luck. 

It rolled across the table, and you all watched with bated breath, screaming ‘NO’ collectively when it landed on an 11. 

“That’s. A. Miss!” Eddie banged his head to emphasize each word, cackling while you all absorbed the loss. 

“Shit!” Dustin slapped his figurine off the table angrily. 

“It’s all you, princess.” The Dungeon Master watched you through Strands of long hair with a crazed look in his eyes. 

“You trying to distract me with your sweet talk, Munson?” You cocked a brow, keeping your cool despite your insides melting at the pet name. 

“That depends,” He squinted at you playfully, “is it working?” 

“Nope.” You tore your eyes away with great difficulty. “I’m feeling lucky.”

“No pressure,” Dustin rested a hand on your shoulder, “But the fate of this party rests on you.”  

“Dustin?” You muttered sweetly. 

“Mhmm?” he hummed, dreamily. 

“Shut up.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded tightly,  and took a step back.

“Okay,” You muttered to yourself, plucking the D-20 off the table to cradle it in your hands. 

They all watched you cup your hands together and shut your eyes, whispering into your palms as if you were speaking directly to the dice before shaking them. 

When you finally let it fly, you felt like everything was moving in slow motion, even the pleas and prayers of the rest of the party. 

You held your breath and braced your palms on the edge of the table, gripping it so hard that your knuckles were going white. 

Eddie was doing the same thing at the other end of the table, watching just as intently. 

The dice rolled to a stop, and the room erupted in screams so loud they made your ears ring, but you didn’t care because a startled, victorious cackle tore its way out of your throat.

20. 

“Crit hit!” Dustin howled, throwing his arms around your waist, jumping up and down in elation. 

Eddie scoffed out a laugh, grinning like a madman. 

“That’s why we play!” He jabbed a finger in your direction, then bowed theatrically while you beamed back at him.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics GIF by @nicostiel Part 2 Masterlist

[strawberrycherie]

18+ MDNI!

bestfriend!eddie fucks you

it’s hot and tight where eddie’s thick length stretches you open, your slickness coating him more and more with every careful stroke he makes.

his hand is spread wide on your inner thigh, cold metal rings mark your skin as he keeps your leg pushed back enough to let more of himself sink in. you swear can you feel him growing bigger inside of you- pulsating and hard, his tip is a cherry red as it fucks itself further into your warmth, making himself right at home.

“you’re- so fuckin’ soaked, baby.” his voice is strained and his face holds a grimace that tells you he's doing his absolute best to hold it together and not totally blow his load- it'd been hardly a few minutes of kissing you and he's ready to go. so lovesick it's pathetic.

seating himself as deep as he can, he finally halts any movement until he's sat cozy and snug inside of you, right where he belongs. "feel so full, eds. your dick's so big- fucking me so good, baby." your leg twitches where you wrap around his waist, locking him into place. you're no less lovesick or pathetic, either.

"i've barely got to fuckin' you yet, sweetheart," he purrs, cupping your face with his free hand.

"so- good." you babble on while he lowers himself to leave kisses on your neck, stroking your cheek with his thumb, it somewhat helps to ground you to earth.

it's when you start to let out more of those sweet sounds that he starts to lose some of that self-control; you tug at the hair on the back of his neck while his sucks a mark onto your skin causing you to whine out "eddie, please!" you feel him twitch inside of you, and he lets out a noise that sounds like a growl, when he happily relents and begins to pound into you. "shit. think i can fuck some more pretty moans out of you, baby? get you all loud and riled up for me, hmm? let me make you my pretty girl and cover you in my cum. that okay?"

"yes, eds. want it all from you, need it all," you croak out, "always wanna be your pretty girl."

and it doesn't take long for you to unravel one another; between his feral thrusting and dirty words- your moans spurring him on and tits bouncing right beneath him. he makes sure you come first, and after your intense release, feeling heavy and hazy- eddie gets his wish and paints your pretty body with his cum.

"my sweet girl," he pants out, kissing your shoulders and chest while you lie in your blissful haze, safe in his strong hold and warm embrace. "thank you, thank you, thank you. my perfect girl. always my pretty girl, no matter what, sweetheart."

[strawberrycherie]

𖥔 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 '𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓' 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𖥔

୨ৎ if there is anything simon riley wants after a mission, it's to come home and get his hands on you

୨ৎ to get to play with him like this oh my god

୨ৎ being his pretty princess and letting him fuck your pretty holes

୨ৎ holding hands while he's eating you out is a must. he needs to know he's making you feel good, taking his time to get you ready for him

୨ৎ he is so handsy. has to have his hands all over you as you bounce on him, helping you move

୨ৎ wanting to take care of him after he's had a rough day at work

୨ৎ simon has a size kink. he doesn't care about weight, just height. he loves feeling bigger than he already is

୨ৎ mans is big. we know it. he knows it. so playing with him is always a nice fun treat

୨ৎ he would be a messy lover. getting his cum absolutely all over you. just wanting to see how pretty you look covered in his loads

୨ৎ you were being mouthy so he has to remind you who the lieutenant is

୨ৎ i 100% believe this is how feral i would be with simon. wanting him to breed me so bad omg

୨ৎ i just know this man GRUNTS when he's taking you from behind WOOF WOOF

୨ৎ he loves measuring to see how deep he'll be before fucking you

୨ৎ having to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road because he can't go a second without having his hands on you

୨ৎ when he eats you out i just know he eats like he's never going to eat again, like a starved man depraved of food

ᯓ★ disclaimer : nsfw. minors dni. all character p link posts contain links from x, some of which may be unavailable if you don’t have an account or have been removed by the original posters. i cannot help this but i will try my best to update links when i can. sometimes trying to open them a few times works x

[strawberrycherie]

PERVERTED c.grimes

main masterlist/carl's masterlist

PART I you and carl had been best friends for as long as he can remember but lately he's feeling new emotions towards you, ones he doesn't think are too good for a girl like you. as if the world had been listening to his sins, they let him stumble upon your panties, left idly in your laundry basket.

PART II carl decides to go through with this weeks saturday sleepover. so far, he's been able to control himself. until, that is, he hears you whimper his name in your sleep.

PART III after the perverted thoughts consume carl whole, he realises he needs to act on them and soon finds out that you need him to act on them just as badly.

PART IV ever since carl showed you how good it felt to be touched, you'd been iching for more. luckily for you, carl's got one more thing up his sleeve.

[strawberrycherie]

PERVERTED II c.grimes

 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 3.5K

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

 𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - carl decides to go through with this weeks saturday sleepover. so far, he's been able to control himself. until, that is, he hears you whimper his name in your sleep.

 𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, slight angst, somnophilia, thigh riding (kinda), fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, wet dreams, sex dreams, innocence kink, corruption kink, dom!carl, sub!reader, noncon, heavy manipulation, use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

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"you sure you don't wanna come?" rick questioned as he took a box from his son, landing it inside the back of the truck. "we could use the help."

carl watched his dad place a hand on his hip before shaking his head, hand on his hat. "no, i promised y/n i'd stay over. can't miss saturday sleepover can i?" he'd laughed yet he knew he wouldn't wish to miss it for the world, either. rick gave him a look, lips slightly perking up as if he knew something. "what?"

rick wasn't born yesterday either. he was well aware what it was like to have a silly crush, especially at that age. but this... this was much different. "nothin'" before packing in the last box. "you be good, alright? don't ruin the house while glenn and maggie are gone."

the two were going on the supply run with him, along with many more of the fighters. "bye, dad." watching him get into the rusted car.

and so, the day went on.

by the time lunch rolled around, carl still hadn't seen you. however, he wasn't entirely alone. he soon found ron who decided to help him look for you. in return, you'd also be looking for his also missing girlfriend, enid.

"they're always running off." ron muttered under his breath. he knew enid was close with you, possibly your best friend had carl not been thrown into the mix. enid was always running off with you, slinging you around by the arm. "hey, what's the deal with you two anyway?" carl's head peeked up, brows knitting together. "is she like your girlfriend or something?"

his mind moved like puzzle pieces. girlfriend. carl had never had a girlfriend before but he was pretty sure you had to kiss and all that to actually be in a relationship. then again, you don't touch yourself with your 'friend's panties sitting on your dick. he cleared his throat. "no... no we're not together."

saying you were his friend didn't seem all too right but saying you weren't his girlfriend didn't seem right either. you were something.

but ron didn't look convinced, rolling his eyes with his brows raising slightly. "whatever, dude." was it really all that obvious to everyone aside from you? carl thought that if there was a competition on the most oblivious person alive, you'd win.

but perhaps that was the easier option. would he have preferred you to know? everything seemed so easy with the fact that you were so oblivious. it was like a reminder that he could do anything he wanted right under your nose.

"finally." hearing the mutter from ron, carl looked up. this was when he was met with the sight of you, as pretty as ever, sat next to enid on a bench near the town's pond.

carl could barely look at you. the way you sat with your legs folded, smiling away innocently, completely unaware of what he'd done last night. you wore a pretty skirt, enough to slightly hike up your legs, giving carl a view of the pretty plush of your thighs.

he could only imagine digging his hands around the plush, holding it and kneeding the skin. he could only imagine grasping your thighs, holding them close while he rammed his di―

"there you guys are!" ron exclaimed causing carl to shake his head, ridding himself of the thoughts he'd been having. "carl and i were looking all over for you." he had this voice he used when he spoke to girls, one that carl could guarantee was not the voice he used with him.

enid only rolled her eyes. the sight of her boyfriend and carl was enough to have her smile drop. "well, we weren't looking for you." she mumbled. some may say she didn't like anyone aside from you, not even her own boyfriend. carl didn't think there was much of a point of being with someone that you didn't even like. "hence the getaway pond."

ron must have thought she was joking because he came up to pinch her side and kiss her cheek. the sight alone had carl's stomach turning.

however, the sweet sound of your lulling voice was enough to bring him back. "hi, carl." you beamed at him, smile as wide as ever. he hadn't even registered you moving from the bench to his side. all he remembered was the feeling of you snaking in next to him, your body so close. suddenly, he felt so dirty. "we were feeding the ducks." smiling like a child on christmas. you always smiled like that, like you had a thousand things to be smiling about. it always made carl wonder if you were truly made for this world at all.

when he was around you, he was fighting off his own smile. yours was so contagious. the way his lips curved upwards told you he was happy for you, he always was. "that's great ba― y/n." correcting himself as his expression faltered, smile wavering.

he watched as your entire face fell.

he was unable to bring himself to call you those cute names. baby, sweetheart, like an old couple who'd spent their entire lives together. he couldn't bring himself to say such things after he imagined himself fucking you just the night before. it didn't seem right, not when you were so oblivious to the dirtiness behind his words.

the smile wiped clean from your face, carl was sure you could have cried.

you reminded him somewhat of a kicked puppy.

he'd been the one to kick you.

he never called you y/n, unless speaking to someone else like his father or even ron. this was because they'd hardly understand who you were if he was referring to you as sweetheart.

the point was, he only used your name if it was wholeheartedly necessary.

you wondered what'd changed.

your mind ran back to the night before. when he'd entered your house, looking awfully suspicious and at the sight of you, he practically rushed out the door. had you done something wrong? your heart ached at the idea that you may have upset him. a heart of gold, some people said you had. carl had to beg to differ. the look on your face explained all he needed to know, a heart of mere paper.

he regretted it the moment he said it.

he knew how you got, how all up in your head you could be. he could only imagine how you'd be for the rest of the day, going over every interaction you've ever had with the boy and wondering where everything went wrong, where you messed up.

the moment your name slipped from his lips, he thought it may have been better to call you anything else in the entire world. even if it was laced with the dirty undertone.

he felt your body move slightly away from his, eyes cast down on the ground to avoid any glances. "'m gonna go see aaron." you announced, rather loudly too.

"okay." enid responded, her eyes glancing you over before turning to carl, a slight glare, if you will. she didn't particularly like carl, though carl hadn't the foggiest idea why. perhaps it was because she was so protective of you. carl had to roll his eyes, if anyone knew what was good for you, it was him. "don't stay out too late."

you didn't respond, grasping your bag that sat at the bench before turning onto the footpath.

carl had to purse his lips. "wrong way." he said, just loud enough for you to hear.

with slightly wide eyes, you realised he was right. spinning around on your heel, you began walking left instead of right. "thanks." you mumbled under your breath before continuing your walk to one of your favourite people in the entirety of alexandria.

back at the pond, carl was cursing himself under his breath before turning around to find two accusing pair of eyes sat on the bench. one pair belonged to enid, the other to ron. "what did you do?" was enid's accusing tone, her face hard as stone. carl was on the receiving end of this look very often, he didn't fear it... well, he feared it a little but not as much as before... okay he feared it.

"what do you mean what did i do?" he instantly fell to defending himself. despite the fact that he knew he was the reason for your declining mood. "i didn't do anything."

whether it was to intimidate carl or that she smelled the sort of fish smell of ron that carl had smelt earlier, she perked up on the bench, loosening her boyfriend's arm across her shoulder. "she looks like a deflated balloon." she argued.

"yeah." ron nodded his head. carl couldn't stop the glare he sent his way, what did he know. "everyone knows aaron's like her very own guidance councillor, his boyfriend too." he shrugged his shoulders. "whatever you did, i'd say fix it quick."

the brunette boy only glared at the couple. "thanks guys, for that enlightening advice. but i don't need it, okay? i didn't do anything."

on the contrary, he was well aware that it was his fault. he needed to fix it and he needed to fix it fast but he didn't need enid and ron whispering in his ears. nobody knew you like carl, they didn't know what they were talking about. they hadn't seen you crying over some stupid movie you watched. they didn't see you smiling the way he did, they didn't take notice like him.

they'd never understand what it was like to know you. only carl would. and he'd make sure of that.

the sun was setting by the time carl had made it to your house. you'd opened the door, taking him in with your eyes before allowing him inside. maggie and glenn were on the run so the two of you headed straight towards the bedroom where'd you'd begin the movie night. however, carl was more focused on the fact that you'd spoken barely four words to him tonight rather than which disney movie you'd force him to watch this time.

he knew you were in your head but you wouldn't utter the words because what were you meant to say? hey carl, why didn't you call me baby? something so simple had ruined your entire day.

however, carl couldn't keep it in anymore. "are you okay?" he blurted out after many moments of silence as he sat atop your pink bed sheets.

you, at the foot of the bed pursed your lips. you pressed play on the movie and allowed the credits to begin. you weren't the type of person to insist that you were fine if you weren't. carl liked that about you, he never had to guess. "are you mad at me?" voice meek, like a childs.

the realisation hit carl that despite what he was feeling for you, he'd have to push it down in order to continue your friendship. at least, he couldn't take it out on you. "'course not, baby, c'mere."

the name fell from his lips like sweet relief.

it suddenly occurred to the boy that you needed him. desperately so. something as simple as calling you by your first name had thrown off your entire day. carl should have been worried, concerned even. instead, his heart fluttered a little.

you truly did rely on him.

with a sigh of relief, you found yourself crawling up to the boy. today had been so long with you being in your own head so when you felt the feeling of his hands sneak around your waist, it was like coming home after a long day at work.

you couldn't see his face but if you could, you'd see the sheer nervousness on his face. he needed to control himself but he wasn't sure how that was possible while you cuddled up against him beneath your bed sheets, clad in your pretty pale blue shorts and your white spaghetti strap top.

your knee was bent, extending over the top of his legs. there was a sharp intake of breath as your knee gently bumped against the prominent bulge in his shorts. you hadn't noticed, he knew you hadn't noticed and to make sure you wouldn't notice, he reached over to switch off the light, clearing his throat. "so, uh, what are we watching?"

"the princess frog." you answered, turning your head up to look at his face as he groaned.

a look of displeasment was evident on his face. "it's so boring!" he practically gushed.

offence hit you like a truck. "excuse me!" you battled. "i'd like to see you opening up your own restaurant all by yourself." even carl had to admit, you got him there.

carl never understood why you picked movies that you fell asleep so early during.

he heard your soft snores and your gentle breath hit the crook of his neck within the first half hour of the movie. though he couldn't blame you. truthfully, he could only blame himself in how he had your head messed up, practically knocked off your shoulders for the entire day.

it took until almost a full hour into the movie for you to stur.

at first, carl thought he'd misheard it. a little noise falling from your lips. then, he heard it again.

he held his breath as he heard the whimper leave your lips.

then, he felt it.

the gentle roll of your hips against his thigh had him practically seeing stars. the boy glanced to the tv hoping for some kind of a distraction from his obvious hard on. he couldn't wake you up, not because he actually couldn't. but because he wasn't too sure if he wanted to.

admitting it sounded like nails on a chalkboard but he'd be lying if he said he did want to. the little whimper you let out, sleepily and lowly albeit, into his ear was enough for him to almost completely loose his control.

it was like he was dreaming, it was everything he'd dreamed of, especially the night before.

you sounded even better than he'd thought.

he shouldn't have laid so still. you weren't aware of the way your hips bucked onto his leg, a little whine stretching from your lips. he reminded himself that you were too busy sleeping to understand what was going on. he couldn't engage with you, that'd be wrong.

so... wrong.

then he'd swore he heard it. "carl." a mumble in your sleep, enough for him to not know whether or not you were actually sleeping. he took a glance at your face, eyes screwed shut.

he was imagining things, he had to have been.

you soon rolled over, leaving him laying very stiffly as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening.

you were having a wet dream, obviously. that'd never happened before, at least not while cuddled up against carl. but he could have swore he heard you say his name. he shook his head, knowing he was wrong, he was so caught up in what had happened the night before that he was imagining you breathe his name.

then, he heard it again.

this time it was more stretched out into a whine. due to the movie on in the background, he could vaguely make out the way your cunt rutted onto nothingness, the mattress maybe but it wasn't enough to cause any real friction.

his mind stirred. if you really were having a dream about him, surely it was only his duty to... help?

but it was dirty, downright perverted.

but your noises were growing needier, obviously the bed wasn't enough for you to create real friction from. he had to help you. "poor girl, can't even get herself off." he mumbled under his breath, not enough to wake you up.

if he were to touch you, it wouldn't be for him. no, he was doing this for you.

he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't wake. on the contrary, you'd sleep through an asteroid should it hit your home.

he reached his hand down beneath the covers, holding his breath. he was helping you, he reminded himself, helping you. this was for you, making sure you felt good as your dream continued. your dream of him.

suddenly, he wasn't the all too dirty one. perhaps you were.

his fingers gently felt the core of your shorts, taking an intake of breath upon feeling just how wet you were. it practically seeped onto his fingers, it was a wonder if his sweatpants didn't have a wet stain on them from how you'd been rolling your hips against them.

he breathed in, gently massaging the area you needed him the most, you all but moaned into the pillow, eyes screwed shut.

carl had dreamed of this moment for as long as he lived, he wasn't ready to give it up just yet.

the way your hips jutted into his hand, creating all the friction you needed and you whimpered again, still stuck in slumber, had carl's confidence through the roof.

it was as if saying his name, he realised you wanted it just as much as he did.

how he ended beneath the covers, he wasn't too sure. perhaps it was the newfound confidence he'd gained.

he'd spent too long dreaming of this moment to stop now. he breathed as shallow as a man could before his fingers travelled back to your shorts, gently pulling them away from your aching cunt. that was when he realised you hadn't been wearing panties. did you do that often around him? had you been... expecting something?

nonetheless, carl was more than willing to give it to you.

his breath fanned your pussy, prettier than his sick mind could have ever mustered. the image would be burned into his head, it'd never leave. one thing was for sure, this boy wasn't leaving the next morning without putting his mouth to your cunt.

and that was exactly what he did.

his tongue reached your pussy, licking a long stripe and feeling your thighs jump and your body jolt. obviously, never been touched.

he knew it'd be him who touched you first. now, it was just him making sure of it.

he licked again, your wetness gathering on his tongue. he tried to hold back the groan that spread throughout your entire body. yet, you still lay sleeping. it somehow only egged him on further. he knew you wouldn't wake. to him, your body was his for the taking. and he was going to take it.

his tongue found your cute hole, hands against your thighs, holding them, trapping them down.

tongue dancing across your clit, he heard you moan even louder, still trapped by slumber. his lips curved upwards, tongue circling your clit. he moved one of his hands, using his middle finger to gently slide into your sopping hole. so wet for him, already.

he cursed enid and ron for thinking they knew you. he cursed all of the people who thought they knew you. the truth was, the only person you could ever rely on would be him, he'd make sure that you got what you needed, make sure all your needs were fulfilled at all times. perhaps this was just him making sure of that fact.

his tongue moved away from your clit, moving his other hand to meet it. he saw the way your body writhed against his hands. he couldn't wait to do this when you were awake.

it wasn't until your thighs actually began to shake that he knew what was happening. "s'pretty." he mumbled, dazed as drool practically dripped from his mouth. you truly were, the most beautiful thing he'd ever encountered his entire life.

mouth moving back to your cunt, he moved his tongue back against your clit at an alarming pace. with his now free hand, he held your thighs down, trapping them under him as your body shook against him, jutting your hips back and practically rolling your hips against his face. he relished in it. you were practically getting off to his pretty face which told him all the more just how much you loved this.

he felt your hips force themselves back to the bed, shaking and vibrating until your juices poured out onto his tongue.

you'd came.

he lapped you up without second thought, tongue dancing over your hole and licking the juices off the single finger he'd pushed inside of you.

licking his lips, he finally rose. he watched your face lull in your sleep, obviously content and finally getting your sweet relief. he gently moved your shorts to cover your pussy again, as if nothing had happened at all.

it took mere seconds for you to roll back over and onto him, cuddling against his side. he couldn't help but feel even dirtier.

you'd never even know.

main masterlist/carl's masterlist

[strawberrycherie]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

→ premise: eddie wasn’t convinced you were as innocent as you acted. his pervy thoughts of you were often guided by all the little dirty things you did. he knew he shouldn’t think that way you were his friend after all but you had to know what you were doing to him right?

→ pairing: perv!bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, 2.1k words, corruption kink, dacryphilia, frontagge? [eddie rubs his dick against her til he cums?] unprotected penetration, small bit of degrading language [whore], nicknames [baby, pretty girl, sweets, pretty best friend], reader is described to wear eddies shirt and pink/girly clothing a bit, not proofread

→ a/n: kinktober 12

Eddie was a touchy guy, a very touchy best friend in fact. He seemed to lack any awareness of personal space when it came to you.

Having you sit in his lap during movie nights whether it's just the two of you or if Robin or Steve join in. Laying his head in your lap while you play with his hair and his hands palm at your thighs tracing shapes on them. Draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you to his side when you're in the middle of a conversation with someone or leaning his body weight against you. Now to you and your naive mind, you found all this and everything else he may do as innocent, you didn't understand why everyone new you met assumed the two of you were dating.

Except for Eddie everything he did, he had a little pervy underlying reason to it. Leaning on you and pulling your body against his to feel your soft skin on his and subconsciously claiming you as his. Sitting you in his lap to feel the heat radiating from your pussy on his cock even through multiple layers of fabric. Laying his head on your lap and rubbing on your thighs Imagining his head is buried between them instead.

Constantly he came up with any excuse he could to have his hands on you, to have your body against his, even rub up against you when given the chance when he’d scoot behind you to get somewhere even if there was a clearer path to his destination. Rubbing his bulge lightly against your ass when he’d brush by. To him there was no way you weren’t aware of his intentions when he did these things and all the little pervy moves he made. Every dirty thought he had or thing he did was guided by the seemingly not so innocent things you would do.

Though you weren’t actually aware of just what the things you'd do, did to poor ole’ Eddie. Batting your eyelashes at him when you wanted to be the one to pick the movie, pressing your body against him of your own accord when a scary part came on during one of his movie picks. He even swears though he isn’t 100% sure it wasn't a very vivid dream that you were grinding your ass against him for a second one time you were sitting in his lap.

It was currently one of those frequent movie nights and Eddie was painfully hard, his cock has been aching the moment he walked inside your house. Part of it sure was that he was just excited to have quality time with his pretty little best friend but then when he came in and saw the state you were in he was a goner. You were more comfortable around Eddie than anyone and you had opted to be cozy so all you had on was a long t-shirt and frilly pink socks, no pants on. Being the perv he was and with the fact he couldn't tell exactly he was secretly wishing you didn't have any panties on either.

Eddie got to pick the movie and it was one he’d seen a million times over so it didn't matter that he couldn't bring himself to pay attention. His eyes glued to you, your thighs exposed almost more than they are when you wear your tiny lacey skirts that also almost kill Eddie. Any last drop of reserve or self-control he had was slowly draining away from his body.

If he thought too hard about everything he felt like a piece of shit bestfriend that all he could think of during movie nights anymore was bending you over your living room couch and claiming your pussy as his. Making you his as you whine and moan that it's too much to take and he tells you what a good girl you’re being. Expect there was a small denranged part of him that desperatly wanted to corrupt your sweet naive mind until you’re the one who can only think about him fucking you, making you just as much of a pervert as he was.

Far too lost in own dirty thoughts he fails to notice that the movie has now ended, meaning it was your turn to pick and he should probably stop staring at your body.

“That was a good movie. Ed's wasn't as scary of a movie as you usually pick” your sweet voice snaps him out of his trance and he reluctantly tears his gaze away from your thighs crossed over one another.

“Oh uh yeah, figured I’d pick a calmer one this time for you sweets” he explains, lightly coughing as he squeezed the pillow that's been covering his lap this whole time, a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes forms on his face as he finally turns his attention to your face. Though switching his focus fails to dull the throbbing in his stiff cock, if it goes on any longer there's definitely going to be a wet spot in his boxers. You smile back at him before getting up from the couch, running over to the kitchen and putting the empty popcorn bowl in the sink. He watches as you walk away, a small groan leaving his lips, it didn't help that the shirt you wore was one of his old hellfire shirt’s. You in his clothes always made his heart ache just as much as his dick, you often stole his shirts or hoodies which didn't help people thinking you were dating and Eddie secretly loved that.

With a bounce in your step you make your way back over to the couch, standing more in front of Eddie as you do. Bending at the waist you lean over to pick the remote up off the oddly low coffee table, your shirt riding up as you do. Giving him an agonizingly perfect view of your ass and the mound of your pussy in your little pink panties. “Oh fuck..” he groans out, his knuckles turning white from how hard he is gripping the pillow infront of him. You turn around facing him now as you lean back up, having heard Eddie mumble out something. “What’d you say Ed’s??” You question with a cute look of confusion on your face.

His last ounce of composure and restraint flies out the window as he throws the pillow off his lap and grabs ahold of your hips pulling you into his lap.

“You fucking feel that pretty girl? That’s what you do to me, fuckin’ killing me sweets” he groans out, his bulge pressed right against your cunt, his jeans and your thin panties do nothing to stop him from feeling the heat settling in your core. you gasp out dropping the remote onto the cushion besides you as you feel just how hard he is. The cold metal of his rings sends a shiver down your spine when his hands push up at your shirt, bunching it up as they go. “But- I didn't do anything, or- I didn't mean to anyway Ed’s” you manage to stutter out, taken aback by both his abruptness and how good his cock feels against you even confined in denim. Lifting you up before letting go of your hips for a second so you're hovering over him, he unbuckles his belt and button to his jeans before tugging them down his thighs. “Ed’s I-I dont think best friends do this…” you whine out yet don't make any move to stop him as he grabs ahold of your hips again, planting your pussy right on his cock again with only thin underwear separating you now. You may be naive and innocent but you weren't a virgin you were well aware of what he was doing.

“it’s okay baby, just be my pretty little best friend and let me play with you okay, my cocks aching for ya’ yeah?” His tone is soft and slurred, his head going hazy in desire for you and the fact you were letting him go this far. “Mhmm~ okay i can do that” you whine out, your hips having a mind of their own squirming and grinding against him as his hands rub down your thighs.

“Atta girl sweets, s’good to me, always so sweet on me” he groans out as his fingers inch closer and closer to your aching pussy. Your slick has managed to begin soaking your panties, while Eddie's tip leaks precum forming a matching wet spot on his boxers. Tugging your panties to the side he runs his middle and ring finger through your slick folds, running over your clit that jumps at the small bit of attention. Your breath catches in your lungs as your eyes are glued to where your best friend's hands are playing with your leaking pussy. “Eddie.. it feels s’good” you whine out your hips bucking at his touch every time his fingers brush over your bundle of nerves.

“Look at you pretty girl, so fucking wet f’me like a little fucking whore” he groans out as he pushes down at his boxers, you lift your hips to help subconsciously. He pushes them down only enough to let his cock spring free, his cock thick, tip reddened and as veins run along the underside of his shaft. Your eyes are entranced by the sight, your mouth watering and your hole clenching around nothing, who knew your best friend had such a pretty cock.

Grabbing onto the base of his cock he angles it to nudge open your slit and run his tip through your soaked folds, grinding his shaft against your pussy. “Ahh~ pleasee Ed’s need you inside” you whine out, already getting overwhelmed, his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves and tip just barely pushing at your hole before slipping out. The ongoing teasing and desire for him to push inside you crowd your head making it go fuzzy. “Nooo not yet baby, not till you're begging for it, gotta corrupt my sweet innocent little best friend til shes a cock hungry whore begging for me to fuck her” he chuckled darkly, even though he was more desperate than you to finally push into the warm heat of your cunt he was gonna make you beg for it.

Tears well up in your eyes threatening to fall as you buck against him in response to his hips grinding against your pussy. “Aww ya’ gonna cry sweets? Go on cry baby, beg for it” he groans out, he knew it was sick but as your tears fall down your cheeks he can feel his balls tighten, heavy and full of cum that's almost ready to burst. Your slick and his precum mix together to soak your panties, the thin fabric turning see through as he hooks it over his cock to keep it pressed between your folds.

“Fuck im gonna cum pretty girl, should cum in these fuckin’ flimsy panties and ruin em’ then stuff them in your mouth as i stuff this pussy” he growls out, his words making your pussy throbbing and your head spin, your head nodding frantically desperate for him to do exactly that. “Yeah baby? Want me to do that?” He taunts, a lopsided smirk glued to his lips as he leans in closer, forehead pressed against yours while your tears continue to fall down your cheeks, your eyes turning red and puffy the longer you cry out in pleasure.

“Please Ed’s yes!~ please need you to cum and i need you to fuck me please” you moan out, a deep stasifaction settled in eddie at your plea and he surges forward to press his lips to yours muffling your whines. Your thighs burning from grinding desperately against him, the last string of Eddie's snaps just as you dig your nails into his biceps and cry out his name into the heated frantic kiss. Hot ropes of cum spurt out and coat the inside of your panties and paint your puffy folds. Not stopping his thrusting Eddie grabs his cock that's still sandwiched under your now ruined panties and guides his still leaking tip to your entrance. Pulling away from your lips, he slaps his hand over your mouth just as he pushes inside you in one sharp hard thrust. A cry of pleasure and maybe some pain falls from your lips, along side a long line of curse muffled agianst his rough hand as he fucks up into the wet heat of your pussy that clenches down on him.

“My pretty bestfriend’s gonna be such a good fuckin’ cock drunk whore, all f’me now, all mine” all you can do in nod in respone, your eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure.

→ a/n: I rushed the end of this so i could get it out today and get back on track with kinktober lmao and somehow its still 2 thousand words and some change lmao but anyway enjoy loves give me feedback and tell me if something is misspelled this wasnt read over as im tired.

[strawberrycherie]

he deserved to be happy

[strawberrycherie]

Morning wood | Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie always wakes up with a boner, so you have some fun with it

Cw: Free use kink, somnophilia, previously talked consent, dirty talk, piercings, oral (male receiving), riding, unprotected p in v, creampie

Waking up with Eddie was always pleasant, apart from being able to wake up next to the most handsome and weird boy in town, you got to wake up to his not-so-mini-me all hard and needy in his pants

You always slept on your side hugging him, he most of the time would roll on his back, so you would hike your leg over his hip, hugging his lanky figure while you dooze away

And every morning was the same, he would wake up hard as a rock, which he had told you it's normal for men to have, you didn't expect him to have them everyday though

So after you had spoken about it, you decided on letting you use him whenever you wanted, as well for you whenever he wanted, even if you guys were asleep

So this morning there you were slowly waking up, smacking lips together from a long sleep, daylight barely seeping in on the dark curtains of your room, your hand fell down on him when you finished stretching and you felt it, his hard on poking on his pajama shorts

"Well, hello there" you spoke to it, holding yourself on your left arm, your hand snaking in his shorts to touch his dick "Oohh, so hard for me" you bit your lip as you sat up to get a better look

Now on your belly in front of him, you had taken off his shorts to expose his beautiful cock, it always made you drool how pretty a dick could be, you had seen your fair share of dicks and they were always, boring and ugly, but Eddie's was special

It always stood high, barely curved and with only a few veins and one prominent, his head was cut and it was a pretty pink color, he had it pierced a few years ago, now completely healed the stud on his underside always caught on your clit or on your g spot when he fucked you, his balls hairy but well kept for you hung low always full of cum and the size, the size was perfect, 7 inches of cock he knew how to use, you always wondered why no one gave him a chance, all those mean girls would be crying if they saw what they missed

But now this dick was your's, all your's and no one else's, so there you were giving it some love, suckling on the head while jerking off softly what you didn't have in your mouth, you took your time with it, knowing Eddie wouldn't wake up due to his heavy sleep, you put it down your throat and bobbed your head up and down, getting it all nice and wet you took off your shorts and straddled his waist

"Come on buddy, you know where you belong, fuck-" you said as you guided his dick into you and sank down, eyes rolling back as you fully seated yourself on him

Now starting a slow bouncing you moaned softly, not wanting to wake him up, not until he was close to cumming anyway, he made the prettiest faces when he wakes up just to cum inside you

He kept on sleeping, slightly moving to adjust but nothing to disturb your rhythm, still with your sleeping shirt on, which was one of his shirts, you kept on riding him, rocking your hips, grinding down, circling around, doing all kinds of stuff to get you closer to your high, hands on his belly for leverage and ass bouncing up and down under the covers

"Fuck, so close" when you felt him twitch and saw his stomach strain you knew he was close, so you laid down on him to kiss him, starting to wake him up "Baby wake up, fuck, so close to cumming"

His eyes opened slowly, as a grunt left his throat, his morning voice always got you off quicker "Fuck, what a wonderful view" his hands grabbed your hips to bounce you faster, his head buried into his pillow as his face scrunched filling your pussy up with his warm cum, making you have an orgasm on top of him, legs shaking and eyes rolling back

When you finally came down, he patted your thighs looking up at you with tired eyes and a lazy smile

"Good morning to you too, did you have fun?"

"Oh hell yeah, I swear he looked at me first"

"That's what you always say" he said as he towered over you, ready for round two now that he was fully awake "My turn..."

[strawberrycherie]

18+ MDNI!

can eddie pull out in time?

your taunting of eddie while he’s inside of you does not help. “aww, trying not to cum yet, baby?”

his moans are strangled while he breathes through it, trying to keep it cool. “yeah, sweetheart, i- fuck, angel, you feel so good.” you gloat in the high of your afterglow while he continues fucking you, already having cum once yourself.

“feels so good, eds. your big heavy cock stretching me out, pounding my tight little cunt. bet you wanna cum inside me real bad, huh?”

“fucking dammit- ” he whines out, stopping for just a moment to hold off from cumming. you don’t know why he tries so hard, he knows it’s a losing battle. and he’s already gotten you there once, anyway.

“oh, look at you, eds! so needy and pathetic. why don’t you just put your cock back inside me and see how many seconds it takes until you explode, hmm? bet it won’t take long,” you smirk.

he looks at you, wild eyed and panting, wondering when you took the cocky attitude from him. “you- you said i couldn’t cum inside..you’re doin’ this to fucking kill me.”

“don’t know what you mean, baby. but you’re right, you can’t cum inside me. think you got another minute in you?” you continue your teasing.

and with that he’s gritting his teeth, willing himself to think of anything but you while he guides himself back inside your sopping cunt that’s begging for his warm and heavy load.

picking up the pace, he manages to push your legs closer to your chest while angling himself as deep as he possibly can. “shit, baby. feel so fuckin’ good, ‘m not gonna last,” he practically cries out.

you lift his chin to meet your gaze, your eyes bore into his, daring him to let go. “don’t do it. don’t cum, baby, can’t cum inside my warm and cozy pussy that’s squeezing you nice and tight. that wouldn’t be good, would it? while you fuck into me so good, so deep- you’re probably desperate to do it though, huh?”

“please,” he whines, pace beginning to falter, trying to make sure he does pull out at the right time.

“you wish you could. wish you could leave your warm seed deep inside me before you go off to work, knowing how good you fucked me, plugging me up with-”

“oh shit! fuck- baby, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m- oh fuckkkk,” he shivers while releasing inside of you.

he breathes into your neck as you feel the mess inside of you only growing bigger. he’d been saving it for you.

“oh no! feels like you came inside me, huh, baby?”

the only response he manages is a groan between ragged breaths, apologies in his tone while his weight lays heavy on top of you.

your voice is kind, and he’s thankful for it. “it’s okay, baby. we’ll just have to work on that, won’t we?”

no. eddie cannot pull out in time.

[strawberrycherie]

i've been so obsessed w innocent!virgin! reader and perv!experienced! eddie (maybe even mean!dom! eddie) dating and eddie can't wait to take her virginity🫠

ohhhhh brother don’t get me started

18+ — MINORS DNI

god eddie is so handsy. he’s handsy and impatient and honestly he doesn’t know how he’s lasted so long without just bending you over and shoving his cock in you.

but you’re so nice, feeling sorry for your poor boyfriend who has to go home and fist his cock because you’re not ready for the full thing. so, to meet in the middle, you let eddie do things. not very often, you’re still so shy about it and eddie’s got a thing for making you embarrassed so you can blush and whine.

but it took a long time for eddie to get you to say yes— nearly half a year. half a year to stick his head between your thighs and eddie would do it over a million times if he’s being honest.

it took a little longer for eddie to talk you into letting him rub his greedy cock through your wet folds. you were hesitant— but by that time, eddie had already showed you how good sex can feel and you selfishly wanted more, even if you couldn’t fully admit it, eddie could see it. could see it in the way you’d get all squirmy when he touched you, or how you clung to him when a kiss got a little heavier than expected, or in the morning when you would nuzzle up against him like you wanted to meld your bodies together.

he’s a good boy for the most part, doesn’t push you too much, but sometimes he just can’t help it— like now.

you’re just so pretty like this, laid out on his bed in his shirt, messy hair with swollen lips and glossy eyes that had only just fluttered open less than 10 minutes ago.

you’re clutching his sheets, eyes gazing down between your thighs to watch as eddie drags his cock through your wet folds, moaning and trembling when his thick tip nudges against your clit.

this is only the second time you’ve done this, let eddie stick his cock this close to your pretty cunt. usually, you suck him off or eddie fucks your thighs, because the last time eddie got his dick on your cunt he nearly lost it and just went in for the kill— you weren’t too happy with him then. and eddie doesn’t wanna upset his girl.

he tries to keep it together, ringed fingers clutching to the fat of your thighs as he presses them together to make a tight fit around him.

you whimper and eddie groans, curly strands falling over his face as he ruts into the wet heat between your thighs, timid not to get carried away and slip into you.

“fuck, you’re so wet— you sure you don’t want it?” he purrs.

you whine, eyebrows furrowing as you mewl and shake your head, “not today, eddie— please. i wanna wait, i want—“ “okay, okay,” he softly coos, his thumb caressing the skin of your thighs. “i’ll wait… i’ll fuckin wait,” he grits out the last part with a particularly strong thrust, groaning as he tosses his head back, “ah shit, squeeze your thighs together, princess— there we go.”

you’re so cute like this, whiney and pliant beneath eddie— he can practically see your brain melting out your ears. fucked dumb and you haven’t even stretched around the actual thing. god, eddie can’t wait to fuck you— really fuck you.

and he knows you like it nice and sweet, gentle touches and kind words, but sometimes he slips and his grip gets just a little tighter, his words get a little sharp and his movements get a little rough.

he leans over you, your thighs pressing to your chest as he plows through your folds, sharing the same breaths as he grunts against your lips, “look at you crying for my cock— can feel you weepin’, baby— fuck— look at me. look at me.” he demands.

your eyes flutter open, glossy and blown with lust and he nearly growls, his cock throbbing with the promise of release, “always knew you want it, naughty girl.” he teases and you whine, “tell me you want it.”

you huff around a moan and blissfully nod, “i want it, eddie.”

“you’ll let me have it.”

you nod again, “i will, i will— just n-not now—“

“shh, shut up,” he places a hand over your mouth, “shut up, just feel good.”

your eyes roll and eddie can feel you fluttering as you cum against him, your thighs shaking beside his ears. eddie never gets tired of seeing it— watching the soul leave your eyes. he dreams about it.

he can’t stop himself, not when you’re throbbing and fluttering like your pussy’s just asking for it.

he’s cumming and you’re breathless and oblivious, so he knocks your thighs open and he sits up, grabbing his dick and fisting it with fervor. his chest rises and falls quickly, his chin pressed to his chest as he looks at your quivering pussy, moaning when he takes his thumb and index finger to part your cunt, sticky arousal dripping from your hole as he presents it to himself.

god, he doesn’t last a second, placing his tip at your gaping hole, fighting every urge to push in as he cums in thick, white spurts.

you moan around a gasp, hips squirming at the sensation of eddie’s warm cum on your cunt, whining and telling him that’s enough, “no more, eddie—“ “i know, i know— ffuck.”

and yet your hips keep quirking, your cunt seeking him out like it knows what it needs. greedy little thing you are, even when you pretend otherwise.

yeah, he’s gonna fuck you sooner or later.

[strawberrycherie]

modern!eddie would absolutely fucking love those little felt holiday birds from target. as soon as the christmas decorations are out, he’s RUNNING to get the birds.

you lose him while shopping, only to have him appear holding like, eight different birds in his arms.

“eddie,” you sigh. “do we really need all of those?”

“babe!” he whines. “this is the entire collection. how could i only take a couple and leave the rest behind?”

“we’re about to spend forty dollars on birds!”

“and? i’m a working man, sweets. and i plan on providing for our children.”

and so the rest of your shopping trip consists of you pushing the cart, with eddie trailing behind carrying all of his birds. smiling like a damn fool the whole way, too.

[strawberrycherie]

Bestfriend!eddie takes care of you during your period (fluff)

All day you’d been dealing with the same old symptoms of your period. Painful aches and zings of pain that raged in your lower abdomen, the monthly visitor that you could only power through as much as you’d wished you could just sleep through it all.

Eddie had called to ask if you wanted to hang out, and although you did want to spend time with him, you couldn’t help but groan at the thought of not resting in bed for a moment longer. Too bad he was so good at sweet talking you.

He’d insisted on having you over, telling you he’d look after you and keep you company while your monstrous Aunt Flo was in town. You also weren’t exactly opposed to the idea of him taking care of you while you were in this state.

Now you lean against the doorframe of your best friend’s bedroom, not bothering to hide your pout as the storm in your body continues.

You watch Eddie as he scrambles to pull back his sheets and unfold fuzzy blankets, fluffing plush pillows for your comfort.

You thought it was adorable how he could come off so tough and bad to all of his buddies, and then the moment you walk in the door, he turns to complete mush. Sucker.

“Okay. This look alright, sweetheart?” He interrupts your thoughts.

You look at the space he made for you. His usual spot on the bed (he knows it’s your favorite) all fluffed up and layered with blankets, the comforter pulled down & surrounded by every pillow he owned, topped off with snacks and water all lined up on the nightstand. A nest of comfort and warmth.

Eddie nearly topples over when you crash into him, firmly hugging onto his waist in gratitude, thankful for his sweet nature and thoughtfulness. You knew he’d always be sure to take care of you.

“Thank you, Eds. You’re the sweetest boy I know,” you confess.

He lets out a small huff after almost being knocked over, returning the embrace. “I’ve always got you, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you whisper, hesitantly separating yourself to climb into the cozy nest.

You carefully make yourself comfortable, grimacing when another zing of pain shoots across your abdomen like lightning, knocking you to your knees. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks from above you.

“Just the cramps. They’re really bad today.”

“Do you want anything? I think I have some aspirin or Tylenol- I meant to bring those in before you got here, ‘m sorry, sweetheart.”

“That’s okay, Eds,” you assure him, “I’ll take a few ibuprofen if you’ve got any.”

“Be right back,” he nods, racing to the bathroom cabinet, making you smile to yourself.

You let out a deep breath, settling into the soft mattress, feeling the gentle breeze trace your skin as it flows past curtains.

Eddie’s room is cozy you think to yourself. The fading scent of him lingers everywhere, quiet static crackles from the small tv that glows in the corner as you pull fuzzy blankets over your body, feeling giddy in the warmth.

“Found it!” Eddie announces, promptly returning and offering his hand full of pain relief to you.

You thank him and throw back the pills, hoping they begin to magically work in just seconds.

Eddie steps over to his dresser, pulling open one of the drawers while you peruse the snacks he’d laid out. Starburst, chips, and chocolate. There’s no way he didn’t love you.

“We’re cuddling, right?” He asks, still facing away from you while he changes into sweats.

“Yes,” you chirp from your spot, cheeks heating at the subject.

It was something you two had started doing over the last couple of months; it naturally happened one night after a tired arm around your shoulders turned into falling asleep on his chest- giving you some of the best sleep you’d ever had. It was usually an unspoken thing, but you both secretly looked forward to it.

He throws off his shirt before scooching in next to you, you immediately feel the body heat radiating off of him.

And if he caught you glancing at his tattoos and blessed happy trail leading down into his grey sweatpants, he doesn’t call you on it.

“Here, take a pillow,” you offer him, patting it for him to rest his fluffy head of curls on.

“Thanks, angel.” He grins, “C’mere.”

As shy as you start to feel, the pain that continues to ravage your body is back, and it’s all you can think about.

You let him pull you into him, your back to his chest, while he begins to stroke your scalp.

“Where’s it hurt?” He whispers.

“Where doesn’t it,” you groan. “My lower stomach, and my back- it feels like it keeps tightening and twisting, and it aches down into my thighs, I don’t even know how to describe it. It’s like I need pressure there.”

“Kay.”

He brings a warm hand to the lower part of your tummy, gently pressing down and releasing a few times before rubbing your skin back and forth, providing a welcome distraction to the relentless aching.

You let your weight fall back against him, becoming less self-conscious with every breath.

And if you feel the cautious press of plush lips to the back of your neck while his hands continue to care for you, you don’t call him on it.

“You can add more pressure. If you want.” You hint at him.

He presses deeper against your abdomen, tapping side to side with his fingertips and then rolling a fist in the same pattern, offering you that delicious relief you’d been after all day.

“Oh, that feels so nice, Eds, please keep doing that,” you whine out.

He doesn’t waver, groaning in response, he continues to explore different motions and patterns, pressing his strong hands into your delicate skin, switching between soft and almost rough, pulling you that much closer to sleep.

“This okay?” He checks in.

“Definitely okay. Thank you, Eddie,” you whimper, turning your head just enough to meet his gaze.

He greets you with a wink, squeezing an arm around you like he’s giving you reassurance. “Anytime, sweet girl.”

Eddie doesn’t stop soothing you, and before you can stop yourself, you finally succumb to sleep.

~~

You’re not sure what time it is when you wake up. All you know is that it’s completely dark outside, and you’re in a new position with your leg hiked over your best friend’s, and your face in his neck.

A welcome hand traces up and down your back, and you wonder if he’s continued to soothe your body even while you’ve been asleep.

You slowly lift your head from your favorite place, and find the brown-eyed boy tucking his cute little double chin down to look at you.

“Hi,” you yawn.

“Hi, sleeping beauty. Sleep good?”

“Mm-hmm. What time is it?”

“Um, seven something, I think. You’ve been out for about three hours, I’d say.”

“Oh, that was fast. Can’t believe I fell asleep, I’m sorry.”

“Why? Told you I wanted to take care o’ you. You hungry at all? I did eat some of your chocolate, hope you don’t mind.”

“No, go for it, handsome,” you let out a sleepy laugh.

“I am hungry though. Did you bring in more food?” You motion to the Tupperware on his nightstand.

“I did. Here, sit up, let me get you some.”

He leans over and grabs the container, you let out another big yawn as he removes the lid, the smell of sweet strawberries wafts over to you.

“Open up, princess,” he smiles.

You would scoff, but you both know you love it. Love being doted on and cared for by him, so you don’t bother pretending, and indulge him.

He feeds you fresh strawberries, before insisting you accompany them with chocolate, the perfect pairing.

“It’ll help your cramps too, I know it.”

“I bet it will,” you respond, savoring the treat before finishing the glass of water he’d left for you.

“Speaking of, how do you feel?” Eddie asks you.

“Good. Much, much better. You know, you might have actually messed up, Eds. Now, every month I’m gonna want you to take care of me.” You tease him.

“Oh yeah, that would be awful,” he plays along, “maybe you can make it up to me? You know, the next time I’m sick or- just want you to hold me till I sleep, you can return the favor?” His dimples on display make you melt all over again.

“I think that can be arranged,” you nod, braving a small kiss to his jaw before reaching for the fruit.

“Would you like me to feed you- aww, Eds! Look at you, you’re as red as the berries!”

Divider by @strangergraphics

[strawberrycherie]

rockstar!eddie absolutely loves it when you get all needy and desperate for him — especially after he’s been on tour for a while…

…soft hands gripping at his shoulders while you rock your hips back into his thrusts, nearly impaling yourself on his cock — it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, second only to your face completely twisted in beautiful pleasure.

“feel good, baby? does my cock feel good?” eddie coos, hips slapping into yours as he fucks himself deep inside; the way he knows you like, the way that drives you absolutely dumb. mindless babbles bubble up your throat, a cacophony of “yes” and “please” and moans.

eddie swears he’s never been pushed to orgasm so quickly before fucking you. your sweet pussy milks his cock like it was made to, completely hot and wet and sloppy, fluttering around him like a velvet ring. absolutely delicious.

it was all so incredibly hot, so addicting and intoxicating — he held such power over you, could reduce you to shambles so easily.

“you love it when i fuck you stupid, yeah?” eddie murmured, thick thumb pressing past your swollen lips. eddie let out a soft groan when you sucked his thumb into your mouth as if it was a natural response, tongue licking and prodding at it clumsily as you stared up at him with those cock-drunk eyes.

fuck, he’d cum if you kept that up.

“shit, baby, want me to cum in you? fill up your pretty pussy and make it all sloppy?” eddie growled, hips faltering just slightly as his gut kicked with something hot. he was close already, and your wet heat was simply begging him to pump it full of his seed.

you nodded mutely and drool slipped past his thumb to dribble down your chin, but if you felt it, you paid it absolutely no mind. so messy, fuck.

“please! cum in me, eddie, wan’ it—” you were babbling around his thumb, slurred and whiny, eyes glistening with crystal tears and cheeks flushed with arousal. so fuckin’ desperate.

god, he wanted to fucking cum in you so bad.

…truly, eddie really did love it when you got all needy for him, but hated how needy and desperate it made him feel as well.

been a hot minute since i’ve actually written anything serious so, drabble it is! thank you for reading <3

[strawberrycherie]

𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐞.𝐦.

This piece contains 18+ content.

Pairing Eddie Munson x Female Reader [friends → lovers]

Summary Eddie holds good on his promise to take you out on a date, and as the night comes to a close, you realize you’re not ready to say goodbye [fluff, smut, 4.3k].

A/N This is the long-awaited continuation of come whatever may. You can read that first if you'd like, but enough context will be provided here. Spoiler alert: the sex is very soft, teasy, and desperate because they’re in l-o-v-e. Haven't written smut in nearly two years, but I evoked to the muses of times past—and thus!...

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Summer is long gone, but when you open the door to Eddie holding flowers, the warmth that rises to your cheeks makes it feel nearer than ever. It’s a vibrant bouquet composed of white roses, red lilies, baby’s breath, and leafy foliage. The wrapper crinkles as he extends them to you with an easy smile and soft hello. Your eyes flick back up to his after admiring the delicate blooms. 

There’s a healthy flush to his cheeks, his curls neat and defined. The black leather jacket he’s wearing clings to his slender frame with a polished edge. Under the weight of your gaze, he huffs out a chuckle that reminds you you’re still on earth. 

“Gonna let me in, sweetheart?” Charm drips from his voice and shimmers within his chocolate eyes. 

Nodding, you shuffle backwards, allowing him to enter and push the door shut behind himself. As he steps further inside, you can feel his gaze sweeping over your outfit. An olive-green corduroy dress layered over a beige turtleneck that’s soft against your skin. His smile grows, glinting bright enough for anyone to believe he just won the Lotto when, really, it’s just the pretty sight of you holding the flowers he bought. 

“These are beautiful.” You raise the bouquet, but Eddie’s eyes remain on you. Seeking refuge from his gaze, you tuck your nose down to inhale the sweet fragrance of the petals. “They smell amazing too.” 

“That’s all you, sweetheart.” 

You get shy when his eyes meet yours. “You like my outfit and everything?” 

Eddie swallows back a degree of his earnestness so he doesn’t sound too far gone. “Of course I do, are you kidding me?” 

Seemingly out of nowhere, Robin descends the staircase with a bag slung over her shoulder like she’s prepared to leave, hair tied up in a messy bun. Given your parents were away in Indianapolis for the weekend, you’d asked her to come over and help you get ready so you wouldn’t be alone. 

Eddie’s eyes flick to her, clearing his throat. “Did you help her pick this out, Buckley?” 

“Obviously,” she smirks. “Nice hair.” 

“It is really nice,” you agree with a soft smile. Eddie lifts a passive shoulder, chest fluttering. 

“Rob, do you think you could…” she takes the bouquet without you having to ask. The two of you had shuffled through the attic and dug out a vase earlier that afternoon. 

Eddie had promised this date, along with flowers, a week ago when you slipped away from Steve’s party to be alone. That night, he’d kissed you in the heat of the moment but wanted to backtrack and do things right. You deserved that much. 

The time you’ve been looking forward to has finally come. 

With your hands now free, the only thing you can think to do is wrap your arms around Eddie. The world goes still as he hugs you back, nerves quelling beneath your skin. For a moment, you merely enjoy the warmth of the same arms you’ve been wrapped in countless times before. With your head tucked into his chest, enveloped by the faint scent of his cologne, you release all the worries that ride on the sweeping coattails of change. For a moment, he’s just Eddie, your best friend. 

When you pull away, he leans in, tilting his head with that familiar, boyish curiosity. “You alright?” he asks quietly, searching your gaze.

You nod, a smile breaking through. He takes your hand in his and gives it a squeeze, “Just checkin’.” 

Robin soon walks back into the foyer. “I put the flowers in a vase for you,” she announces, taking her hair down and shaking it out. “Hate to admit it, but you two are actually cute. It’s disgusting.” 

“Hey,” Eddie lifts his hands, laughing. “Little victories.” 

She adjusts her bag on her shoulder with a content sigh. “Welp, I’m about to go pester Harrington at Family Video.” She turns to Eddie, playfully narrowing her eyes. “You better treat her right, ‘cause best believe I’ll be hearing all about this date.” 

When she slips out the door, Eddie smiles at you in silent assurance. 

●・○・●・○・●

The sun hasn’t quite begun to set, but orange and pink faintly blend on the horizon. A cool fall breeze flows in through the cracked windows as the radio plays softly. Eddie had asked his Uncle Wayne to borrow his pickup truck because it’d be more romantic than his bulky van. You can’t say whether he was right, only that you’re grateful to be riding shotgun with him—headed to an unknown destination, no less. 

You’d already guessed through a list of places that Eddie denied with amusement. Sighing, you look out the window to people bustling about, walking dogs and strolling out of shops. You’re coming out of the more commercial side of town, nearing Lover’s Lake and the state park.  

“I give up,” you sigh. 

Eddie chuckles, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze, ignorant to his warming effect on you. “Okay, fine, I’ll give you a hint.” That makes you peer over at him in interest. “If I had to guess, I’d say not a lot of people have had the chance to try it out yet.” 

That’s a dead giveaway. Your mouth falls open in surprise. “That new place along the lake—Stillwater Grill?” The twitch of Eddie’s lips is telling. “No way!” The excitement in your voice makes his chest tighten.

Stillwater was supposed to be good, from what you’d heard. A slightly elevated dining experience minus the formalities and steep pricing of a restaurant like Enzo’s. Where classic American favorites embrace small-town charm, according to the paper. 

Upon your arrival, the parking lot houses a pretty decent number of cars. Lover’s Lake provides a serene backdrop that catches the evening light. Couples stand outside admiring the view. Eddie opens your door and helps you out of the truck like a proper gentleman. You happily tuck yourself into him as you walk inside. 

When you were younger, you often wondered what love would be like. Books and the movies always presented countless possibilities, but you always believed it’d be special for you. So different that nothing else would be able to compare—perhaps, selfishly. One thing for sure, you never could’ve dreamed up someone like Eddie. 

As he sits across from you under the dim glow of the lights, laughter and chatter filling the air, you wonder if you’ll ever be able to put all this into words. Belly full, you realize what you’ve enjoyed even more than the food and cozy, rustic atmosphere was his company. 

Eddie had an inexplicably magnetic way. There was a magic in getting him all to yourself. In relishing the lovely sparkle in his eyes that suggested he was always on the verge of laughter. The passion he exuded made it seem like the way he loved a given thing was biblical. He could talk the ear off a cornfield if he wanted but knew instinctively when to listen. Even your passing remarks seemed to bear some semblance of importance to him.  

Conversing with him had always been easy, but without other people vying for his attention, you were truly able to admire the boy before you. To embrace the deepening attraction. 

As you wait for the waiter to bring the tab, you don’t realize you’ve grown silent and begun blinking at him with the fondest eyes. 

●・○・●・○・●

The wooden stairs of your front porch creak under both your footsteps as you climb them, stopping in front of your front door as the night settles around you. Moths flutter around the lanterns framing the door, crickets chirp in the lawn. Eddie kicks at a dead leaf, combing through the sea of thoughts in search of the right words. 

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask,” he says. You wait for him to continue. His doe eyes search yours for the briefest moment, seeing right through you it seems. “Would you like to be my girlfriend? ‘Cause I think it’s gonna be hard for me to quit you.” 

Your mouth opens a couple times in a mix of giddiness and surprise. “Yeah,” you finally breathe. “Yeah, I’d love to be your girlfriend.” 

Smiling, he steps forward to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that you feel everywhere. It manages to outshine the first, more desperate, kiss you’d shared a week prior. This one is steady and sure, like a promise sealed with a prim bow. When he pulls away to look into your eyes, you shyly duck your head. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow?” he asks, lifting your chin. 

He doesn’t want to go, instead wishing he could stall and stay right here with you. He’s parted ways with you hundreds of times before, but now he can’t seem to figure out how he ever did. That’s how he knows he’s in trouble. The best kind. 

“I’ll pick up,” you promise. 

He stands at your door until you see yourself inside. It’s quiet without him. Your eyes land on the flowers he got you, now in a vase in the living room thanks to Robin. Too quiet. The sound of your front door reopening stops Eddie in his tracks. He turns around with a slight furrow between his brows. 

“Everything okay?” he calls, mindful of his volume. 

You make a small motion for him to come back to you. He listens in a heartbeat. 

There’s a weighted look in his eyes beneath the playfulness, “Miss me already?” 

“No,” you lie. 

●・○・●・○・●

It’s a wonder how you manage to make it feel like there’s a pleasant fire kindling within him. What started out as yet another easy conversation, has turned into you straddling his lap on the couch, the fabric of your dress riding up your thighs as the TV drones in the background.

Everything feels heightened now. The brush of your lips against his, your fingers gently scratching at the nape of his neck. 

Eddie’s lips part in a soft, shuddering breath when you roll your hips over him. 

“Hold on a second, sweetheart.” His eyebrows are pinched as he pulls back from the kiss, hands stilling you. 

You blink down at him all owl-like. “Did I do something?” you murmur, purposely shifting over him again.

He restrains from canting his hips upwards. There’s a softness to his gaze even though his cheeks are flushed hot. 

“If getting me worked up counts. You’re real good at that.” His shamelessness is dizzying. “Just don’t wanna get ahead of myself.” It’s a subtle invitation, a chance for you to call things off in case you aren’t on the same page. 

But you can feel warmth pooling low in your belly. “What else am I good at?” 

He knows you’re game then. For whatever this is, whatever it’s bound to become. 

“Trying to pretend I’m not driving you crazy too.” He chuckles when you duck to hide your face in the crook of his neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. 

There’s a gentleness to the way Eddie’s hand slips beneath the hem of your dress, meeting the delicate skin of your inner thigh. 

“Eddie,” you murmur, lifting from his neck as his fingers continue their trail upwards.

“Hmm?” He pauses, thumb stroking your skin in soft circles. 

“Can we go to my room?” A slight shiver runs through you as his fingers move to trace along the crease of your thigh.

“Your call, sweetheart.” 

Before he withdraws his hand, he snaps the waistband of your panties and grins when you straighten.  

●・○・●・○・●

The lamp on your nightstand casts everything in a dim, warm glow. Eddie shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your desk chair, eyes roving over the notebooks and pens strewn about. The sight of his tattooed arms makes you move to kiss him again, letting your lips wander to the corner of his mouth and his chin in a trail of warmth. He throbs in his jeans when you slip your fingers beneath the hem of his shirt and curl them into his stomach. 

Reluctantly, he pulls away from your lips and he steps back enough to pull the fabric over his head in one swift movement, muscles rippling as the dark ink on his torso is revealed. With newly disheveled hair, he kisses you backward onto the bed, crawling over top of you as you settle into the mattress with a pleased hum. 

Having the upper hand allows him to press hot kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck as you huff out sighs and caress his milky skin with buzzing fingertips. Nothing about his movements is rushed, each press of his lips intentional enough to believe he'd had them planned for years.

Eddie didn’t know your body yet, not in the way he’d like to. But he was reading it in real-time. Cataloging every writhe and hitch of your breath so he knew where to return. The obsessive part of his brain often gets on his nerves, but he’s grateful for it now. Grateful he wants to see every move and sound you can make. There’s an artistry to it, a musicality. 

An inkling of panic arises when he begins to suckle on the side of your neck as you offer it. Not because he’s being rough, but because it’s overwhelming enough to want to crawl out of your skin. A soft whimper rises up your throat as your hands find his flexed biceps, digging in. You’re unsure of whether to pull him closer or push him away. 

Eddie rises from your neck on his own accord, running a finger over the spot. “You like it when I kiss you here, huh?” There’s a slow, honeyed quality to his voice. 

When you offer a helpless nod, he leans back down again, and you shudder as his mouth laves over the same sensitive area a little ways beneath your ear. Exasperated, you blindly paw for the waistband of his jeans, fingers shaky as you fiddle with his belt buckle.

Feeling your struggle, Eddie moves to press a final kiss to your throat before pulling away from your neck. 

“Stupid thing,” you pant, pouting up at him for help. 

Chuckling, Eddie reaches down with one hand to undo it with ease. Then, watches with blown pupils as you hurry to undo the button and zipper. He slips off the bed as smoothly as he can to remove his pants, black boxers tented and straining. A spark of heat surges through you as you press your thighs together at the sight. 

No sooner is he crawling back to help you out of your clothes. The lacy underwear set you’re wearing beneath is a pretty shade of baby blue, and Eddie can’t help but palm himself. 

“Jesus,” he sounds awed and devastated at the same time. “You’re so gorgeous...” 

Before he’s even had time to process, you take off your bra, baring your chest for him to see. Your nipples pebble with the new exposure and all of two seconds pass before he’s surging forward, sending you tumbling back to the mattress in a breath of startled laughter that he swallows down like a lifeline. 

You gasp into his mouth, back arching, as he cups one of your breasts, circling and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You’re barely kissing him back anymore, but he continues licking into your mouth as your lips part around shallow exhales. 

That’s when the phone begins to ring. Eddie sits back on his haunches despite your attempt to stop him. 

“Might be important.” His voice is rough. 

“They can leave a message.” 

He smirks, dragging a hand through his hair. “You sure?”

Lifting your leg, you run a careful foot over the swell of his boxers. He twitches at the contact. 

“You’re all I care about,” you murmur. “Need you, E.” There’s a desperate edge to your voice that draws him right back in.

“You’ve got me.” He runs a lone finger down the front of your panties. “Can I take these off?” You’re only half listening to his words, nodding to whatever. “Lift up for me.” The muscles of your thighs tremble as you do. 

Tossing your panties aside, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your belly button. Then another one just beneath it. A surprised sound rises up your throat when he gently spreads you open to kiss that swollen, sensitive part of you that’s pulsing with need.  

“Oh, gosh—” you stutter out, hands threading into his hair.

“Need me right here?” His voice is laced with a smile, and you can’t help a breathy laugh. Prideful warmth ignites in his chest. “Or do you need me somewhere else?” He trails playful, ticklish nips along your inner thighs, making you squirm. 

“Eddie, please…” 

He’s gracious enough to begin rubbing your clit in precise, measured circles, intently studying the pretty scrunch of your face.

“Firmer,” you instruct breathily, “—just like that, just like that.” Your legs spread wider instinctively, arching when he collects your slick with a slow, heavy finger. 

You’re already so on edge from his previous attention that it only takes a few moments before you ascend into bliss, muscles growing taut as your mouth falls agape. The strong, rhythmic pulses serve as your only touchpoint to reality along with Eddie’s tender caress at your slick, fluttering entrance. One he didn’t even have the chance to breach. 

“Look at you…” he says, voice thick. “Made it easy for me.” He laughs a little, more turned on than anything. 

“It’s not funny,” you halfheartedly assert, cheeks prickling. 

“No,” Eddie agrees. “Just super-duper hot.” 

As he raises up, you realize his other hand is tucked into his boxers, lazily stroking himself. A second wave of desire builds within you, overlapping the remnants of the first and any sense of embarrassment that had begun to kindle. It’s spurred by the deep flush of his cheeks, the way his eyes are soaking you in like he’s just witnessed the most beautiful unraveling. 

Under your hazy, watchful gaze, he scrambles off the bed. Without warning, he shoves his boxers down, kicking them from around his ankles. His arousal impressively springs up towards his stomach. You bite your lip at the rosy, leaking tip, the gorgeous vein snaking prominently along the underside. 

Eddie peeks over at you with a dazed quirk of his lips before retrieving his wallet from his jacket. He pulls out a square foil packet and promptly rips open with his teeth. 

Upon crawling back into the bed, he isn’t expecting you to take his cock in a loose hold, stroking upwards from the curly hair at the base to circle your thumb around the tip. There’s a pleasant tug low in his gut as he kicks up in your palm. 

“Sweetheart…” His voice is soft, nearly a plea. You let your hand glide back down, this time venturing lower to cradle the soft weight hanging beneath. He nearly buckles forward. “What're you doing to me?” he rasps. 

“Nothing,” you murmur innocently, wetting your hand and giving him a few more easy strokes, enjoying the warm, veiny feel of him before withdrawing your touch. 

He curses under his breath as he rolls the condom down, his gaze never leaving you as you reposition yourself to take him. 

“Eager beaver,” you lilt as he crowds over you. 

“Yeah,” he exhales. “I am.” 

He lines up at your entrance, tip catching as he collects your slick with a wavering breath.  

You open your legs even wider. “Want you,” you murmur, breathy and sweet. 

The expression on his face is like something from a painting, raw and rapturous as he eases into your encompassing warmth. He takes it slow, giving you time to relax around him as you breathe through the dull ache of welcoming him in. A low, guttural sound escapes him once he’s buried all the way. 

Your chests brush. Tears prick in your eyes at the closeness, the feeling of being filled so completely. 

“You’re unreal,” he murmurs, lips clumsy against your chin. “Like I made you up in my head.” 

He begins moving, slowly drawing back only to push back in. A steady rhythm finds him as your mouth falls open, legs hooking around his thighs. The muscles of his back ripple with his effort, and you chart every tense line with your fingertips. 

With a low groan, he makes a minor adjustment to reach that spongy spot within you. You arch into him with a whimper, breath catching in your throat. 

“There she is,” he whispers, reaching between your bodies to rub firm, steady circles against your clit. 

“Oh, god…” It sounds like you’re in pain even though you’re the furthest thing from it. When you close your eyes, tears stream down your face in twin streaks, surprising both of you. Eddie tenderly wipes them away, gaze soft. 

“You’re okay,” he promises. “It’s just me, angel.”

Except, Eddie isn't just anything. You’ve never felt so close to someone, so in tune, and somehow, it’s Eddie—sweet, goofy, wild-haired Eddie—who knew exactly what you needed. He picks up the pace as you arch and writhe beneath him, body yielding without question.

“You feel so good,” you whimper, clenching around him. 

His groan reverberates against your neck as his hips jerk sloppily, “Can’t say stuff like that…” Those words only make you tighten around him again.

The dazed way he mouths at your shoulder lets you know he’s clinging onto composure. You’re too warm, too everything—snug, and soft, and beautiful. He’s not ready for this feeling to end. This heady, binding haze of pleasure.  

“Eddie,” you breathe softly. “Wanna ride you…” 

Your plea nearly finishes him off. “Yeah?” he croaks.

You nod, whimpering. He barely withstands the feeling of slipping from within you. Shifting onto his back allows him a moment of reprieve, but he nearly loses himself when you straddle him, sinking back down with a circle of your hips. 

You brace your hands on his ribcage, steadily rocking on top of him as your head tips back. Sweat glistens in the divot of his sternum as he attempts to move in time with you. When you speed up, he closes his eyes to calm himself down. 

“Hey…where’d you go?” You croon, grazing your nails from his chest to his quivering stomach, relishing the feeling of his warm, dewy skin beneath your fingertips.

The wrecked way he forces his eyes back open almost makes you fall apart. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips as a greater sense of urgency awakens between you. It’s in the way you speed up, both eager, desperate, chasing. He memorizes the way your body moves over top of his, the bouncy sway of your chest. 

“You look so pretty taking me like this,” he shudders. “My pretty girl.” 

“Eddie…” you coo, high and breathy. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he chokes out. “Wanna feel you come around me so bad.” He’s babbling now, “Shit, I’m not gonna last. I can’t take it anymore, angel...I can’t—” 

The earnest crack of his voice sends you tumbling over the edge, vision spotting. Pleasure radiates throughout every fiber of your being as your walls contract around him. He stills your hips with a firm hold, bucking upwards and coming undone in surging waves. You slide your hands down his abdomen to feel him flex with each strong jolt that wracks him. 

As your body begins to relax, you blink down at him, lips parted as you catch your breath. Eddie throws an arm over his face as he sucks in air, neck and chest flushed pink. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. 

Both of you shudder as you ease off him. The pleasant ache of loss pulses between your legs as you partially lay down on top of him, hooking a leg over his waist. He traces along your thigh in light, soothing passes. You can feel his chest rising and falling. 

“You okay?” he eventually murmurs.

You nod, kissing his shoulder. “You?”

“I think so,” he chuckles weakly. 

●・○・●・○・●

The afterglow brings a quiet stillness to the air. Clean and beneath the sheets, you study Eddie’s long lashes, his nose, his plush lips. He eventually cracks a self-conscious smile.  

“What?” he questions. You shake your head because you don’t know what to say. He doesn’t look like he believes you. “C’mon...” 

So, you think of something, a small truth you’re willing to give him, “I just really enjoyed spending time with you tonight.”

He hums, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. “What was your favorite part?” 

“Probably the food at Stillwater,” you say, though your fingertips are tracing along his jaw, then down his neck, trailing to his waistline to lightly brush between his hip bones as he squirms. “Best I’ve ever had,” you lilt. 

Eddie breaks into a flustered laugh, leaning over to sleepily kiss the coy smile from your lips. 

“But really, though,” you say afterward. “Thanks for tonight. Never met a guy quite like you.” 

Eddie realizes then that he’d better get a head start on counting his lucky stars. 

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Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to let me know what you think.

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[strawberrycherie]

it’s always the jacket… 🧥🫦🥵🫠🔞 | explicit sexual content ahead!

fem!reader, unprotected p in v/creampies, possessive!eddie, subtle cervix fucking, breeding kink if u squint, dom!eddie, kinda mean!eddie, language/dirty talk, pet names, lots of mentions of fluids, think i got everything (mdni pls!)

eddie absolutely loves the way his jacket looks on you. he loves the way it frames your body, loves how your cheeks get all pink when you snuggle into it happily, breathing in the lingering traces of his cologne from the collar.

you don’t even have to verbalize your desire to wear it; eddie simply knows, and when he shucks it off and extends it to you, you brighten up and gaze at him as if he had just offered you the whole world.

you simply look so adorable with it, eddie can’t help it when his mind wanders, right? he’s only a man, and his girlfriend, who’s sexy as fuck, loves to wear his jacket. so it’s no wonder he can’t help but think.

can’t help the way he wonders how you’d look wearing nothing but his jacket, face blissed out while he pounds into your soaked pussy, bruising that spot that makes your eyes roll back over and over.

and when eddie finally finds the guts to let this little fantasy slip, it’s so much better than his brain ever allowed him to entertain.

“mmm, fuck — e-eddie, slow down,” you whine, head pushed into the pillow and ankles locked around his waist. the slick sounds of his cock sliding into your creamy pussy are absolutely filthy, your walls completely soaked and fluttering around him.

“i can’t,” eddie grunts out through clenched teeth, hips slamming into yours with bruising force. one of his hands gripped the flesh of your hip while the other wandered desperately over your tummy, your ribs, your tits — he wanted to feel it all, all at once.

“look s’good like this, s’fuckin’ good, got me harder than a fuckin’ rock.” eddie was babbling, but his filthy words had such a visceral effect on you, tight cunt clenching around him and moans hitting a staccato that went straight to his gut.

“you’re fuckin’ — in my stomach, eddie, fuck!” you squealed out, eyes cinching shut and thighs clamping around his hips.

eddie groaned low in his throat and angled your hips up, eyes glued to your bouncing tits as he brutalized your sopping cunt. your mouth fell open at the new position, one that allowed eddie to slam into your cervix unobstructed.

“fuck, look at you,” eddie panted, completely drinking in the art splayed beneath him. the jacket slipping off one your shoulders, tits spilling out of the front of it, the black leather an erotic shade amidst your smooth skin.

his jacket. the one that he wore all the time, the one smothered in his scent, swallowed your body and stoked the possessive flame that always burned at an ember in his chest.

you were his. completely and utterly; discombobulating on his cock and clutching his jacket like a lifeline as your pussy twitched and clenched.

“god, so sexy. cunt’s grippin’ me so fuckin’ tight, gon’a cum baby? gonna cum from havin’ your sweet pussy pounded?” eddie cooed, cock kicking up against your sweet spot and pulling a strangled moan from your lips.

“yes, yes, m’gonna cum!” you slurred, body completely flushed and face fucked out. your whole body trembled within his jacket, ass and thighs completely ruined by the slickness that drooled out of your cunt.

that eddie fucked out of you.

“yeah, you fuckin’ are.” eddie growled, bringing his free hand down to your other hip to hold you in place. “yer gon’a cum all over my cock.”

your back arched from the bed and eddie felt your heels kick against his lower back as you thrashed in his grip. he was slamming into you so hard, fucking your cervix straight into your stomach, and you were trying to run away.

“don’t fuckin’ run,” eddie hissed, grip turning bruising on your hips, using his strength to force your hips up how he wanted them. “yer gon’a take it all, baby. take all i’m givin’ t’ya.”

“eddie, please!” you whined, tears slipping from your eyes and sliding down your flushed cheeks. eddie rumbled low in his throat and leaned down to crash his lips into yours.

he swallowed down every single moan, cry, and whimper that you released, hips brutal in their speed and rhythm, fucking your cunt in the way he wanted to.

this was your fault for being so damn hot; eddie just couldn’t help but want to own you forever.

your pussy was fluttering continuously now, tightening around his cock and gushing with every spear of his hips, moans turned far more desperate than before. so, so close.

“fuck, yeah, yer gon’a fuckin’ cum, angel.” eddie growled into your wet, warm mouth. it wasn’t an observation — it was a command. one that eddie would ensure you followed.

thick fingers released your hip and dove between your thighs, flatting against your swollen clit and rubbing harsh circles against it. eddie matched the speed of his fingers to that of his thrusts, shoving overwhelming pleasure into your body.

pleasure that only he could provide you.

“fuck, eddie — i’m gonna, fuck, please —”

“yeah, yeah, let it go angel. fuckin’ cum. cum right on my cock.” eddie snarled, snapping his hips into you and forcing your entire body to rock from the impact. you could no longer form words, could only moan and whine and whimper as eddie fucked you into oblivion.

the scream he ripped from your throat was far too satisfying to his ears — the way your entire body tried to curl in on itself as you gushed around his dick, legs trembling around his waist and walls nearly trying to milk him was the final nail in the coffin for eddie.

“fuck, shit, i’m— i’m comin’, baby! fuckin’ — take it!”

eddie’s cock throbbed while his balls tightened, rabid thrusts turning to shallow humps as he rode out his orgasm, painting your sloppy walls with thick ropes of his cum.

eddie couldn’t help the way he dropped his head to your neck and smothered it with sucks, licks, and bites. he was going to mark you inside and out, brand his mark on you so deeply that it would never fade.

“fuuuuuck, pussy’s so good,” eddie murmured into your flesh as he continued to rock into your body, keeping your pussy plugged with his cock to ensure none of his love would drip out. “so, so good. mine, all mine.”

and how angelic you sounded as you whimpered from his affections, your own lips clumsily sliding against his shoulder and neck, as if you were trying to mark him back, body too weak and fucked limber to do much but try.

so cute.

“i want you to wear this more.” eddie whispered, gently tugging at the jacket with large hands. all you could do was nod against him, and now eddie was wracked with the urge to smother you in cuddles and warmth.

he would just keep his cock inside you while you kept the jacket around your shoulders during it.

i’m slowly but surely working my way through some drafts (inspiration has been a bit spotty for me lately), but i still want to put out some content! blurbs will be the easiest to get out, but i do promise that some longer stories will be coming out! thank you so much for all the support, it means so much to me and i love every single one of you to bits ❤️❤️❤️.

[strawberrycherie]

📄 what my dreams are made of | time and time again, eddie has seen you cry over guys that aren’t even worth your time; so, when he catches you crying once more, he decides it’s the last time — and he will show you that you’re exactly what his dreams are made of.

⚠️ 3.6k words, fem!reader, reader has a pussy, bestfriend!eddie, friends to lovers, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, kinda dom!eddie, passionate eating out, chubby!coded reader (no extreme graphic depictions but certainly alluded), bullying, some triggering themes, self-doubt that eddie smothers out, 1 thigh pinch, eddie cums in his pants (i was sick while writing this please forgive me if it’s not the best)

💋 i am genuinely so, so sorry for how long this took to get out bby! i always do my best to prioritize comfort reqs, as that’s my purpose for even taking reqs and really writing in the first place, and i wish i could have gotten this out much sooner. i hope this can bring you some comfort sweetheart, you are so so beautiful!! <33

you were so fucking stupid.

so stupid for being so naive. for ever allowing yourself to entertain the fantasy that the christian grosso could ever be attracted to you.

after all, the students of hawkins high dubbed you ‘the elephant amongst tigers’ for a reason.

angry tears slipped down your face as you threw your bag to the floor, uncaring of the loud thump it provoked. your mother was downstairs and likely heard it, and she’d probably even ascend the stairs and try to rib you for information — but you couldn’t find the energy to care.

you couldn’t find the energy to feel anything aside from angry sadness. and if your mom did come check on you, you’d simply tell her you’re feeling sick. yeah, that would work.

with a huff you plopped down on the edge of your bed, upsetting the stuffies strewn along the headboard. you gave them an apologetic wince.

your mind kept replaying the lunchroom disaster. christian’s mocking, mean smirk as he held up a dress two times too small for you was branded into your eyelids.

“oooh, i’m sorry. i thought this was your size. looks like we can’t make it to the dance after all. i’m so sorry.”

fresh tears burst from your eyes and you choked down a sob. it was so mean, so humiliating, so evil… you didn’t understand what you’d ever done to deserve something like that. was simply existing enough of a crime to warrant that kind of punishment?

a soft knock reached your ears. you sucked in a shuddery inhale. you were wondering when she’d amble up to your door.

“i’m fine, mom.” you croaked out. “i just feel sick. please don’t come in.”

you really didn’t want her to see the fat, ugly tears running down your cheeks. didn’t want her to see how blotched your makeup was, especially not when you had spent a literal hour perfecting it in front of your mirror.

so. fucking. stupid.

your door creaked open and you nearly gasped at the familiar clunk of heavy boots across your planked floor. you snapped your head up to find eddie standing just through your doorway, chocolate eyes rounded and soft.

“you okay?” he asked quietly, soothingly, and your heart sunk.

he knew about what happened. he hadn’t been in the lunchroom at the time, but you knew it would reach him; it was all the student body could talk about.

you opened your mouth to reject his sympathy; but what came out was a strangled sob, and eddie was rushing to your side immediately.

warm, thick arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into eddie’s equally warm body. your head was guided to his collarbone, so close to his neck that you could smell his sharp cologne; a familiar, cozy, thick woodsy scent.

he’d been wearing the same aroma since eighth grade, and it never failed to bring you a sense of tranquility and stability. comfort. safety.

you broke.

“eddie.” you choked out, digging your cheek into his chest and slipping your arm around his middle. he was warm; so, so warm. just like always.

“shh, it’s okay.” eddie soothed, ringed hand running through your hair. “it’s okay, sweets.”

your shoulders shook harder as you spilled gallons of salty tears into his shirt — his iron maiden shirt, if you weren’t mistaken.

you barely noticed the way he was rocking your body with his softly, or the weight of his chin hooked atop your head, but you were painfully aware of how good his hand felt skimming through your hair, and how comfortable the weight of it was.

“i-i don’t understand.” you gasped out between heaves. “i don’t k-know w-what i did.”

“you didn’t do anything.” eddie stated, voice firm yet gentle. “you didn’t do anything, angel. they’re just assholes.”

you weren’t sure how long you spent wrapped within eddie’s embrace; his strong arms holding you, soft voice shushing you, gentle hand caressing you — but at some point, your sobs had faded to mere sniffles.

you finally felt secure enough to pry yourself out of his embrace; eddie loosened his hold, but his arm remained over your shoulder — an anchor, should you need the support.

“i’m so tired of it, eddie.” you whispered, voice wet and croaky from all the crying. “i’m so tired of being ugly.”

your heart was breaking into a million pieces, yet also somehow felt as if it was too big to fit comfortably in your chest. every beat was painful, tightly wrapped in a ribbon of sadness.

eddie sucked in air through his teeth and muttered something under his breath; you weren’t quite able to catch it, so you nudged him with your elbow.

“i didn’t hear you, eds. what did you say?”

eddie’s eyes snapped up to yours, and you felt your heart skip in your chest. they were soft, yet had a hard edge to them, one that you couldn’t place.

“i said you’re not ugly.” eddie pushed out, anger detectable in his voice, but you knew it wasn’t aimed at you. eddie always became incensed when things like this happened.

“that prick just took things too far.” eddie seethed, drawing a ringed hand through his hair. “way too far.”

you swallowed thickly and nodded mutely, though you didn’t know if you fully agreed with eddie. after all, if things weren’t supposed to be this way, then why were they? it’s because everything, every single word and insult, that everyone threw at you was true.

“it wouldn’t happen if i wasn’t so—”

“don’t you fucking dare.” eddie snapped, cutting you off abruptly and shocking you into silence. he’d never taken that kind of tone with you. as if realizing this himself, eddie sucked in a deep breath and started again, much more softly.

“don’t say some shit about how you deserve it, or that it’s somehow your fault. it’s not. you know it’s not.”

fresh tears gathered in your eyes, and you had to look away from eddie quickly so as to not alert him to the swelling.

“but i was stupid. i let myself think he was genuine.” you countered back, wanting — no, needing — eddie to understand that in some way, this was your fault. that was the easiest way to explain it. that it was the only way that it made sense.

“stop that.” eddie ordered, fingers squeezing your shoulder. “you aren’t stupid.”

“eddie, i am.” you exploded, propelling yourself up from the bed and effectively launching eddie’s arm off of your shoulders. you began to pace as you rambled, “i’m stupid to think anyone would want me, let alone christian grosso, and i let myself get tricked into thinking that my crush actually liked me back—”

“i want you.”

the world seemed to screech to a halt right on its axis. eddie hadn’t said the words very loud — as a matter of fact, his statement was barely more than a whisper — and yet, it seemed to reverberate around your room like the boom of a bass speaker.

slowly, you turned your head to train your eyes on him. you searched his face, looking for some sort of deception, lie, fib — anything.

but all you found was pained sincerity.

“what?” you pressed, throat tight and tongue nearly tied. had you heard him right? were you having some sort of fever dream?

eddie sighed deeply and linked his hands together between his knees.

“i said ‘i want you.’ i have for a long time, actually.”

eddie’s words didn’t sound bored, or disingenuous, but they sounded almost… resigned. as if knew what little effect they’d have on you. twice. he’d said twice. yet you still couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“you — you… want me?” you parroted back, gesturing to yourself with a finger.

eddie nodded.

“are you sure?” you pressed.

eddie nodded again, more emphatically this time.

your heart was trembling in your chest — eddie actually wanted you? you? eddie, who was handsome, funny, charming, sweet, and completely and utterly unavailable due to his status as your best friend, wanted you?

no. this couldn’t be right. there must be some sort of mistake.

“but, how do you—”

“oh, jesus h. christ.” eddie suddenly bursted, pushing himself up from the bed and stomping towards you. you barely had any time to react before his hands grasped your elbows and he pulled you forward, and electricity shot through your entire body when he leaned down to press his lips firmly to yours.

the kiss was chaste, more of just a hugging of lips, but that’s how it was intended — eddie was getting a point across, and as hard as it was for you to truly believe it, you could feel it within that kiss.

the truth that eddie munson, your best friend of almost a decade, wanted you.

and that very best friend was kissing you. and it felt amazing.

your hands, as inexperienced as they were, traveled up to grip his shoulders, and you took the first step in deepening the kiss by clumsily lapping your lips over his.

eddie groaned and responded with a similar action; except, his movements were much more fluid and smooth, likely from years of experience in the field.

you hated the way that made jealousy burn in your gut.

eddie’s hands fell from your elbows to come to rest on your hips, where he gripped rather roughly. a sound similar to a moan slipped from his mouth and into yours, the sensation sending heat flooding straight to your gut.

“fuck, you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to do this.” eddie panted, kneading his fingers into your hips. “just grab these beautiful fucking hips of yours.”

your stomach swooped and your skin flushed beneath his words; you felt slightly self conscious of the portion of body eddie was grabbing, but eddie seemed to fall absolutely feral over it.

his lips remained hooked to yours as he stumbled backwards, pulling you with him. you followed blindly along with him, loathe to break the hot, wet embrace between the two of you, and nearly gasped when eddie fell flat to the bed and pulled you down with him.

“eddie!” you exclaimed softly into his mouth when you realized you’d landed on top of him, but when you tried to scramble off, eddie wrapped his arms around your midsection.

“don’t even think about it.” eddie murmured, voice little more than a growl, “stay on top of me, pretty girl.”

you whimpered low in your throat, the sound swallowed by eddie’s fiery lips, and you couldn’t stop yourself from wiggling in his hold. you didn’t feel comfortable like this, not in this position—

eddie rolled his hips up and completely cut off your train of thought; poking into your tummy was something hard, something hard and located between eddie’s legs.

“feel that, angel? feel what you’re doin’ to me?” eddie growled, rolling his hips in lazy thrusts. that heat in your gut intensified, and you couldn’t help it when the smallest whimper fell from your lips.

“god, you sound so fuckin’ pretty.” eddie groaned, hands smoothing down your body until they found purchase on your ass. he squeezed the flesh in his fingers and used the leverage to rock your body into his.

“wanted you for so goddamn long, i almost can’t hold myself back.”

eddie’s kiss was feverish now — not clumsy, but passionate and wet. his lips moved against yours as if he was trying to make up for years of neglect in one kiss, and his tongue and teeth scraped against your lips at intermittent points. your brain felt completely frozen, unsure of how to even match his pace.

“use your tongue, sweetheart.” eddie guided, as if reading your mind. “use your tongue like i am.”

you doubted you could use your tongue the same way eddie could use his, but you wanted to try. slipping your tongue against his felt strange, slimy, but not uncomfortable — and he tasted minty, like peppermint, so it wasn’t gross like you thought it would be.

you were certain your movements were clumsy, but they pulled satisfied groans from eddie regardless. his hips bucked up against you faster and his breathing turned shallow.

“fuck, good girl.” eddie moaned, sliding a hand up your back to tangle in your hair. he pushed you impossibly closer to him and deepened the kiss.

your entire body was buzzing, heated from the inside out, and there was a tingle between your legs. a warm, wet tingle.

“eddie,” you mewled into his mouth, hips shifting on their own, as if they were searching for something. “i feel weird.”

“i know, angel. just hold on.” eddie uttered, hips still careening into yours, hard-on grinding against you through the clothes. what was this weird pull in your stomach?

eddie’s lips remained against yours for a few more seconds, all the while you wiggled, whimpered and mewled into him, until he finally relented and pulled away.

“lay on your back, babygirl. i’m gonna show you something.” eddie prompted, voice deep gravel, eyes swallowed by black.

you swallowed when something kicked in your gut, and the moment eddie released his hold on you you scrambled off of him and fell on your back beside him. eddie was quick to mirror your actions, but rather than lying down, he crawled to the end of the bed and situated himself by your legs.

“open.” he demanded softly, and for the first time since his lips touched yours, you felt legitimate hesitance. you stared at him almost blankly, body quivering subtly in your skin. eddie arched a brow at you and fuck, that was pretty hot.

“angel, spread your legs.” eddie murmured, fingers coming up to caress the bare skin of your thigh. his voice was a rumble, enticing and sweet, but somehow comforting... like you didn't have to be afraid of obeying.

with a shaky breath you finally assented and spread your thighs open, snapping your eyes shut when eddie sucked in a sharp breath.

"fuck, look at these panties. so cute." you nearly jumped from your skin when eddie slid a finger up your mound, a sort of electric feeling throbbing through your hips when his fingertip scraped against your clit.

"they're nearly soaked through, baby." eddie cooed, continuing the stroking motions, pulling small moans and pants from your lips. “did you get this worked up just from kissing me?”

for some reason you couldn’t place, you nodded your head — it was as if you had no real control of some of your motor functions, like part of you was in some sort of trance.

“mmm, sweet baby.” eddie whispered darkly. “you have no idea what i could do to you.”

as if to punctuate his point, eddie pressed his finger to your clothed clit and rubbed, and fuck, it felt so good.

you’d touched yourself before, but never had it felt this intense. the moans that slipped from your mouth were purely lewd and near foreign.

“e-eddie, what’s—?”

“shhh, angel. don’t question anything. just feel.” eddie murmured, effectively silencing your inquiries. eddie continued to rub your clit, picking up pace as your moans grew in volume, as your hips bucked into his hand.

it felt good, so incredibly good, but the pleasure seemed muted — the friction not enough to build you up to that wonderful precipice.

“eddie—”

“yeah, baby, i know. you’re ready f’more.” eddie teased, and even with your eyes closed, you knew he was smirking. your breathing was labored, you felt desperate, it was hot—

“‘m gon’a take care of you, baby.” eddie soothed. “gon’a show you how beautiful you are.” eddie slid his hands up your thighs and dipped them beneath your skirt, fingers grasping the lace of your panties and tugging. you followed the unspoken command and lifted your hips, allowing him to slip you free of the garment.

any prior hesitation you felt had been forcefully shoved out by lust.

cold air blew against your pussy the moment it was no longer shielded, and you gasped at the sensation. you didn’t really have the time to complain about it, however, because before you could it was swallowed by heat once more.

wet heat.

your eyes popped open and you glanced down to find eddie’s head nestled between your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you as he dragged his tongue over your aching clit. he did so slowly, torturously, as if he was merely giving you a taste of what he could truly do.

you opened your mouth but all that fell out was a wanton moan. this was something completely out of your experience, something you’d only thought about fleetingly.

eddie groaned into your cunt when your clit throbbed under his tongue, and he dipped the wet muscle down to prod at your slit before slipping it back up. he was lapping at you like a dog, tongue everywhere, as if he wanted to brand the memory of your shape against it.

“eddie,” you whined, hips shaking against him. eddie let out a strange sound as he gripped at your thighs and squeezed, head shaking side to side subtly and sending shocks up your body from the new sensation.

“fuck, taste so good,” eddie whimpered into you, the sound high and needy. “can’ get ‘nough.”

you gasped and cinched your eyes shut, that tension ramping up in your gut and pulling your muscles tight. it felt so fucking good, you were going to go insane.

“mm-mm, no.” eddie suddenly growled and pinched your thigh. you jumped from the pain and snapped your eyes down to him. “fuckin’ look at me, angel. i wan’a see your face when you cum.”

despite the strong urge to look away and the undercurrent of embarrassment beneath your skin, you simply couldn’t tear your eyes away from eddie’s. satisfied with obtaining your full focus, eddie went right back to devouring you.

his tongue was demonic against your cunt, lapping at your folds and flattening across your clit. soft groans and growls fell from his lips as he munched, hands leaving finger shaped bruises on your thighs from how hard he was gripping them.

how it could feel so damn good, you didn’t know. you’d heard talk, yeah, but so many girls had also said that they’d never cum from head before… you just assumed you’d be the same.

but with the way eddie was working your cunt with his lips and tongue, you were realizing you’d be the exception.

“fuck, shit,” you whispered, eyes locked with eddie’s, staring into twin abysses. his own hips rocked into the mattress as his tongue traced over your clit, stimulating himself against your bed. and that just seemed to make it hotter.

“i’m so close.” you murmured, reverently, rendered breathless from the pleasure eddie was shoving into your system. his eyes darkened even more, if that were possible, and his movements became much more feverish. one hand slipped from your thigh and you gasped when you felt a fingertip prod at your entrance.

“eddie,” you warned, anxiety settling in your stomach. even you hadn’t put anything in there; what if it hurt?

“trust me, angel. i won’t hurt you.” eddie murmured against your cunt, tracing his finger up and down your slit. you swallowed, still hesitant, but you trusted eddie — so you nodded.

eddie groaned low in his throat and focused his tongue against your clit, assaulting it with fast flicks. his finger slipped into your entrance with nearly no resistance, and you gasped when he curled it up against something.

“there it is,” eddie cooed, pumping his finger inside you languidly. “there’s that sweet spot, baby.”

you had no idea what he was talking about — but fuck if it didn’t feel so fucking good. your fingers twisted into the blanket beneath you, lips swollen and wet, throat nearly sore from all the moaning.

eddie fucked his finger into you at a near brutal speed, hitting that spot over and over, and you could feel it building — powerful and intense, nearly rupturing your stomach from how tense your muscles were. you couldn’t help the way you thrusted your hips against his face, against his tongue, shoving his finger deeper inside you.

chasing it. that euphoric high.

“fuck yeah, shit. c’mon angel, bust in my fuckin’ mouth.” eddie growled, and that was it — one final jab to that spot, one more flick of his tongue, and you were absolutely losing it.

your thighs and hips quaked as that coil finally snapped, fluid gushing around eddie’s finger and undoubtedly soaking the bed, walls fluttering and clit throbbing under his tongue.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—” you chanted, eyes rolling back as your muscles continued to tense and release. eddie lapped his tongue around his finger, groaning at your sweet taste.

your orgasm was slow to recede, the aftershocks still wracking your body when eddie slipped his finger out and rose to his knees — if your vision wasn’t so fuzzy you would have noticed the prominent wet spot covering the front of his jeans.

exhaustion crawled into your limbs with frightening speed, your muscles almost like jelly, and when eddie flopped down at your side and gathered you into his arms you were little help with it.

“do you believe me now, angel?” eddie murmured, and all you could do was nod sleepily. the edges of your vision was turning black, sleep well on its way to claiming you.

“good. don’t you ever forget it.” was the last thing you heard before you fell to the abyss, warm, satisfied, and comfortable.

completely and utterly loved.

[strawberrycherie]

hiii!! i love your work so much and i was wondering about a little idea i haddd that ik you’d do justice (if you’re taking requests, if not then totally ignore this ☝🏽).

soo, i was thinking about dom!eddie getting pussy drunk? like he’s his regular babbling self, but when he starts getting close he loses it and starts begging A LOT to cum inside.

if you do decide to do this, thank you sm, i appreciate you and your work and i hope you have a lovely day <333.

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📄 turned tables | eddie’s a dom through and through, but there’s something about coming in your pretty pussy that just reduces him to a complete mess.

⚠️ 1.1k words, fem!sub!reader, mean/hard!dom!eddie (srsly… pls heed this one), HEAVY d/s themes, rough sex, bondage/restraint, overstimulation, mean!eddie, m!dom to slight!m!sub, begging, whimpering, slight degradation, big dick!eddie, multiple orgasms, breeding/creampie, unprotected p in v, allusions to subspace, language, dirty talk, graphic depictions of male ejaculation (wtf is that tag), praise, i think i got everything

✏️ when i say the sub inside me QUIVERED while writing this… please fckin believe me 💀 also, i’m really not the best at articulating m!subs so i’m really sorry if that part isn’t the best 🙏

“oh, baby, look at those tears.” eddie cooed, large hands cradling your cheeks as his hips brutally slapped into yours.

you couldn’t speak, could only moan and whimper and whine as he used you, tears cooling against your temples as you just laid there taking it.

“hear how sloppy your lil’ pussy is? oooooh, she’s so greedy tonight, isn’t she?” eddie teased, thumbs swiping across your cheeks and lips pulled into that devilish grin. “think she wants my cum, angel?”

it was starting to border on too much — you were completely helpless as he ravaged you, hands bound to the bed posts by his pair of sterling handcuffs, the strain on your wrists less pleasant and more painful now. eddie had told you to count each orgasm he ripped from you, but your fuddled brain couldn’t make out whether this impending climax was your third or fourth.

“fuck, pretty girl. you’re clampin’ down on me; gon’a cum, yeah?”

you nodded fervently, hoping the action would be enough to satisfy eddie’s hunger for control — but it didn’t.

the gentle cradle of his hands turned to a firm grip, blunt nails biting into the skin along your jaws.

“use your fuckin’ words, angel. i know i’ve told you this before.” eddie growled, hips picking up speed and fucking into your sopping cunt with a punishing force.

the wail that ripped from your throat pulled a satisfied groan from eddie, who’s hips faltered for just a brief moment — but it was enough of a tell for you to know he was approaching his end, too.

fucking finally.

“yes, yes, i’m gon’a c-cum!” you blathered, fresh tears pooling in your eyes as eddie battered your cervix straight into your stomach. it was so painful, with no care to the impact on your body — the way eddie knew you needed it.

“mmhmm, yeah? how many, angel? which one is this?” eddie pressed, clearly referring to the amount of orgasms you’d been wrecked with and — shit, was it three? or was it four?

“i’m waiting, sweetheart.” eddie trilled, hips never stilling, driving into you with the force of a damn bull. it was sapping every bit of your strength, fogging your mind over with a haze of pain and pleasure so intense that you could hardly even mentally navigate through it.

“f-four!” you spilled out, lips, hips, legs and feet trembling — your stomach was so tight now, so painfully tight; you were going to die.

“oh… angel.” eddie whispered, tone saturated with what you could faintly decipher as disappointment. just two words were enough to have your stomach twisting in fearful knots, pussy quivering around the cock brutalizing it.

“maybe i’m fucking you too stupid… this is your third, sweet girl.”

the sound you released was downright pitiful — not quite a moan, not quite a whimper, but something in between. you’d gotten it wrong.

you’d answered his question wrong.

“‘m sorry!” you cried, hands pulling against the restraints. “‘m so sorry!”

that’s all you could do now — apologize and beg for his forgiveness, for even the slightest bit of clemency.

eddie hummed low in his throat, but the noise seemed strangled. his hips stuttered once more and his cock kicked against your walls — and it dawned on you that he was a lot closer than you initially thought.

“i’ll let it slide this once, angel.” eddie whisped, breathlessly. “but in return, y’gotta cum f’me. gotta get this cunt nice and sloppy f’me, ‘kay?”

you hadn’t expected to receive clemency so easily — but you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“yes, yes, thank you…” you babbled, head so pleasantly fuzzy and muscles weak with relief.

eddie groaned deep in his throat and whipped his right hand away from your face — you were almost completely unprepared for it when he planted his fingers over your clit and rubbed harshly, the slide aided by the creamy mess between your bodies.

“fuck! too much—” you cried out, back arching straight off of the mattress. it was all hot lightning, shooting all through your body and electrifying your muscles.

“it’s not — it’s not. just fuckin’ cum, already.” eddie demanded, though it slipped into something a bit needier at the end — as if he were begging for you to do so.

your ability to speak was robbed by the intense pain coursing through your body — there was pleasure there, of course, but between eddie’s cock bullying your cervix and his fingers abusing your swollen clit, there was very little chance for it to shine.

the orgasm building inside your gut wasn’t one of pleasure — rather, one that was being forced from your tired body, completely drawn through by your anatomical structure; you were built to orgasm after a certain amount of stimulation, and you’d do so even if it hurt.

“eddie, i-i’ll die!” you wailed, body quaking, nerves fraying — and all at once it stopped, eddie’s fingers disappeared from your clit and he was no longer hovering above you pounding you senseless. on the contrary, he was no longer fucking into your cervix with savage accuracy.

“fuck, it’s so good!” eddie groaned, hips bucking wildly. “so fuckin’ sloppy and warm — bes’ fuckin’ pussy — mmmm, yeah — shit!”

eddie had seemed to of completely forgotten about your orgasm — he was chasing after his own now, high off of your pussy, drunk on the sensations around his cock. you’d never heard him sound so… whiny, or needy before.

“god, please, please. let me c-cum in’ya, angel. le’me fill’ya up.” eddie slurred, voice thick yet airy, hips slamming into you without any real rhythm.

“you feel so good, i jus’ — jus’ wanna breed you. wan’a stuff you. can i?” eddie wasn’t even really giving you a chance to respond, more words and vulgarities tumbling from his lips like a waterfall.

“yeah, you’re gon’a le’me fill you up. fuck, fuck, yer so good, losin’ my fuckin’ mind—”

eddie was completely scrambled, eyebrows knit tightly together and eyes glazed over — he looked so fucked out, so crazed, that it left you starstruck.

“mmm — god, baby, yes, i’m-i’m coming!” eddie whined, slamming deep into your pussy once, then twice — and then he was spilling inside you, cock twitching and throbbing with every single shallow pump of his hips.

as always, his cum was thick, shooting out of his cock with such a velocity that you could faintly feel the way it splattered against your cervix — and the whole time, as your pussy milked him, eddie whimpered against your ribcage, body practically folded in half over yours as he rode his orgasm out in short, slow thrusts.

it took you a few moments to register what had actually just happened — and when it dawned you, you didn’t really know what to think about it. it was an idea that was just far too outlandish to consider, had you not witnessed what you had.

eddie may have the propensity to be a switch.