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Bambi

Eddie thinks he’ll be the one to corrupt her, little does he know she’s already kinkier and more depraved than his wildest dreams.

Eddie x Bambi Masterlist

Minors DNI

I keep getting carried away with these, this is over 7000 words! I tried to balance fluffy, sweet and goofy with filthy, smutty and kinky, hopefully I pulled off the combo and it’s not too cringy lol.

@hard-candy-writing is to blame for this one, she put the idea in my head with this post and I just ran with it. It’s maybe not quite exactly the same as that post, but still in the same spirit. Also, check out her fics too they’re brilliant!

Contains: Perv!Eddie/Not So Innocent!Girly!Reader, Fluff, Mutual Masturbation, Corruption Kink, Unprotected Sex, Sex Toys, Bondage/Handcuffs, Mentions of Oral/Hints of Oral Fixation, Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Bambi, Baby, Sweetheart, Princess), Collaring, Praise Kink, The Slightest Degredation/Name-calling (Slut), Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader

You practically skip over to his table where he sits surrounded by the rest of the Hellfire Club. Eddie can’t imagine what you’d want with him as you approach him, all frills and ruffles, your hair tied into pigtails with little bows. You come to stand beside him bouncing on the balls of your feet, hands clasped together in front of you over your little, pleated snow-white skirt.

“Hi Eddie!” Your tone sweet as sugar, giving him a bright, dazzling smile.

“Uh… hi there, sweetheart. What can I do for you?” He asks, eyeing you quizzically.

“I was wondering if you’d wanna go out for milkshakes with me?” You ask shyly glancing down, toying with the charm bracelet around your wrist. What Eddie doesn’t realise though, is that your eyes end up glued to his little handcuff belt buckle as your mind races… wondering if he’d have an actual set of cuffs or if that was just part of his ‘style’.

He looks at you sceptically, “Me? You wanna go out… with me?” he points to his chest.

You look back up at him giggling, “Duh, silly that’s why I asked you.”

“Really? This isn’t some kind of joke or something?” His eyes narrow at you.

It breaks your heart to hear him say that, “Of course not, that would be horrible! I would never do that!” You insist, pouting at him.

“Alright. If you say so.” He shrugs, still can’t believe his ears.

“Ok, so I guess I’ll meet you by your van after school?”

“Yeah, sure.” He replies unconvinced.

“Ok, well bye guys! See you later Eddie!” You wave to the group before bouncing away.

He spends the whole day thinking this had to be some sort of prank, there’s no way you’d actually be waiting for him. But lo and behold there you are leaning against the side of his van at the end of the day, he watches as you bend to peer in a sidemirror, reapplying your lip-gloss and smacking your lips.

As you stand back upright you catch sight of him, grinning and waving with your arm stretched up high, calling his name excitedly. He almost has to pinch himself, he can’t believe his eyes.

“So… milkshakes, was it?” He confirms as he approaches you.

“Yes, please.” You nod hopping into his van as he holds the door open for you.

The pair of you sit in the diner in a booth opposite one another, he orders chocolate, you order strawberry. When your milkshakes arrive, topped with whipped cream and cherries, Eddie picks his cherry off placing it beside his glass on a napkin.

You pluck the cherry off of yours popping it between your lips, humming in delight, “Mmmh, my favourite.” Then swiping a finger through the cream and sucking it off the tip.

Eddie gapes at you, you can’t know what you’re doing right, there’s no way, but you barely notice his reaction. You eye his cherry greedily, “You gonna eat that?” You point to it.

Eddie chokes in response, “Nope… uh, all yours.”

“Thanks.” You reply swooping in to steal it off his napkin without hesitation.

He’d never tell you, but he’d actually been saving the cherry for last.

He soon finds that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his little princess. All too quickly becoming your personal chauffeur anywhere you wanted to go. He’d even let you listen to all your girly pop music, just to see how happy it made you. Not that he’d ever even pretend to like it, but he tolerates it, for you.

Until one day when you suggest, “Hey, Eds. Why don’t we listen to some of your music for a change?”

And he leaps at the chance, scrambling to find one of his cassettes popping it in for you. He’s surprised to find you actually like it, as you nod along, tapping your foot to the beat.

“What’s this song, Eds?” You hum curiously.

“Oh, uh it’s called Rainbow in the Dark, it’s by Dio.”

“Oh, like on your back patch, right?” You ask eagerly.

His chest swells more than he thought possible, full of happiness, “Yep that’s right, sweetheart. Can’t believe you remember things like that.”

“Is this the sort of music your band plays?”

“Yeah, I guess kinda.” He shrugs.

“Maybe I could come see you guys play at that bar you guys perform at.” You suggest hopefully.

He shakes his head, “Oh, no, no, no sweetheart The Hideout isn’t the type of place for you and plus it’s on a school night.”

You pout in response, going to protest, “But…”

Your protests die on your lips as he offers, “But you could come to band practice… if you wanted.”

“Really? That’s perfect, thanks Eds.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t think to invite you sooner. I guess I just thought you wouldn’t be into it.”

“Of course I’m into it. You’re my boyfriend, why wouldn’t I want to support you?”

He jerks in his seat, stuttering awkwardly, “I’m your… your boyfriend?”

Your stomach drops, was it too early, you’d only been on a handful of dates, this’d be your fourth, “Oh, uh yeah… unless… unless you don’t want to be…”

“No! I mean I do… want to be your boyfriend… want you to be my girlfriend … I just… it’s… never-mind. Yeah, I’m your boyfriend.” He settles back into the seat goofy grin plastered across his face.

When you get to your destination, he leaps out trotting around the hood of the van to open your door for you as usual, offering you his hand to help you down. You giggle and take his hand, he shuts the door behind you and you lead him away from the van, his hand still clasped in yours.

An idea strikes him all of a sudden, tugging on your hand gently and spinning you to face him. He’s blurting out, stumbling over his words, “Uhhhh, hey sweetheart, I know it’s not really your style or whatever, but uh… I want… now you’re like officially my girlfriend I want to… to give you something. Show everyone you’re mine.”

He fishes around under the collar of his shirt as he speaks. You bite your lip, without even knowing it, he’s got you pegged right from the start. You wanna be his, let everyone know it, let him claim you.

He pulls out his guitar pick necklace and twists your hand so that it faces palm up. He drops the pick into your hand, slowly lowering the chain to coil up alongside it.

He looks into your eyes nervously, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck “You don’t have to wear it or anything if you don’t want. I can get you something better once I save a bit more money-”

You cut him off with a short kiss to his lips, before slipping the chain over your head, squealing, “No! Eddie, I love it! I’m going to wear it all the time!”

He stares down at your chest as his pick settles between your breasts, wrapped up as they are in your snug, little pink cardigan before gazing back up at you.

He breathes out a sigh of relief, she likes it, thank fucking Christ, he thinks to himself with a dopey grin. Floating back down to earth his grin fading slightly, but not disappearing, he clears his throat, “Alright, come on let’s go before we’re late for the movie.”

He swaps positions with you now taking the lead, making sure he stands curb-side as he pulls you to walk alongside him. You tug on his arm and he pauses turning to you as you speak, “Wait… I wanna give you something too.”

You reach into your hair tugging on the end of a ribbon, you’d had wrapped around like a headband. It falls away and you bring his hand closer to you, looping it around his wrist beside the chain bracelet that’s already there and tying a bow.

He glances down, watching your nimble fingers working the soft, pink material. It stands out on his arm, a pop of colour amidst the darkness. He feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest, still can’t believe any of this is real.

He stares at his wrist for a beat, before you break him out of it, “Ok, now let’s go.”

“Yeah, sure thing Bambi.” He mumbles.

He’d started in with that nickname a little while ago, but you’re still not quite sure why. All the little nicknames he called you brought you so much joy. Every ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘princess’… you cherished them all.

Despite being your boyfriend now, he’d never felt like more of a perv than when he’s around you. He wants to take it slow with you, not rush you into anything you’re not comfortable with.

However, he finds he can’t contain himself, stealing your dirty panties, peeping on you in the shower, jerking off into your lotion imagining you rubbing it into your skin the next day.

When you offer up your shower to him one day with a, ‘…why don’t you just shower here, silly. I don’t mind’, he does the same with your body wash this time. He’s surrounded by you, your scent, absolutely falling to pieces.

The smell of you clings to him for the rest of the day, can’t resist twisting his hair in front of his face, smelling your shampoo grinning stupidly. He ends up jerking off about three more times that day.

He feels conflicted about it though, he shouldn’t be thinking of you like that, cute, innocent little y/n. There’s a part of him that wants to corrupt you, give in to all his devilishly, sinful thoughts, have his way with you. But it’s wrong, so wrong and the guilt eats him up.

It takes a while before you convince him to let you visit him at his place, he’s never been embarrassed about where he lives per se but when he compares his trailer to your perfectly, picturesque white picket fence suburbia he feels he doesn’t quite measure up. You on the other hand couldn’t care less.

“Oh, look Eds! A puppy!” You squeal pointing at the dog behind the fence trotting off to get a closer look, dirtying your white trainers in the mud without even noticing.

You bend at the waist offering your hand for the dog to sniff before scratching at its head. Your skirt rides up and flutters with a gust of wind, Eddie catches sight of the black ink at the junction of your hip, eyes bulging out of his skull, almost choking on his own tongue, “You have a tattoo?!”

“Mhmm.” You hum distractedly, fully focused on the dog in front of you.

“Can… can I see it?”

“Oh, yeah sure.” You stand turning to face him.

You scan the street for any potential witnesses, seeing none, you flip your skirt up, the little, trussed up kitten on full display beside your little lilac and white polka dot panties. Eddie chokes out a gasp, barely getting a glimpse at it before he’s rushing over to you pulling your skirt back down to cover you, “Bambi, you can’t just do that in the middle of the street!” He shrieks in a pitchy voice.

“What, why not? There’s no one here.” You protest, his hand grips your wrist and he’s dragging you into his trailer.

As soon as he gets you inside, he rounds on you, answering, “Anyone could see you out there, you don’t know the kinda pervs that live here!”

“Awww, you one of those pervs Eds?” You giggle.

He splutters, “What? No! Why would you think that?”

“It’s ok, I’m only teasing.” You prod at his shoulder, “Hey, uh I wanted to ask… um, can I paint your nails?” You give him your very best puppy dog eyes.

He looks down at you quizzically, “Uh, why?”

“I think it’d look hot, especially with your rings. Don’t worry I got black, got it special just for you.”

“Oh, sweetheart that’s adorable, you got it just for me?”

You nod eagerly, “Uhh huh. What do you think? Can I?”

He smirks, “You really think it’d be ‘hot’?”

“Yeah, sooo hot Eds, you have no idea.”

“Ok then. Did you wanna do it now?” He concedes.

“Yes, please!” You bounce, unable to contain your excitement and he chuckles at you.

“Come on, let’s head into my room then.”

He leads the way and you trail along behind him, he’d tidied up his room specially for you, hiding away a few choice items he thought you shouldn’t see. You don’t notice when he stiffens a little as he realises there’s something he missed. He spots a pair of your panties, stained with his cum poking out from under his bed he surges forward kicking them further under before doing an odd twirl spreading his arms and shouting a little louder than necessary, “Well, this is it!”

You grin at him, looking around the room you announce, “It’s great Eds, very you, I like it.”

Slipping your little powder blue backpack off your shoulders, setting it down on his bed and digging through it to pull out that bottle of black nail polish. You hold it up triumphantly before sitting on the edge of his bed, waving him over, “ You got some tissues or something around, don’t wanna ruin my skirt.”

“Yeah, just a sec.” He mumbles rushing off.

You take another glance around his room, giddy with excitement, you were in his room, on his bed.

He tumbles back in clutching a box of tissues, thrusting it into your arms, “Here ya go.”

You set the box down beside you, pulling a couple out and laying them over your thigh before looking up at him, “Sit please. On the floor, just there would be good.” You spread your legs a little giving him a space to slot into in front of you.

“Oh… uh… ok I guess.” He sinks to the floor on his knees.

“Thank you.” You grin at him sickly sweet. “Now I just need your hand.”

He nods offering you one and you grip it gently, bringing it to rest on your thigh over the tissue there. His fingers tremble slightly, breath catching in his throat as you let go of his hand leaving it there to open the nail polish.

He’s suddenly hyperaware of his position between your legs, his hand on your thigh. His thoughts drift to the panties under his bed as a blush spreads over his cheeks, down his neck and his dick swells between his legs.

You get to work painting his nails, tongue poking out between your teeth in concentration. When you finish one hand you bring it up to your lips, blowing over his fingers gently. His eyes dart between your glossy lips and your eyes, he has to fight back a moan.

“Next please! And careful with that hand it’s not going to be completely dry yet. Don’t want it to smudge.” You instruct him.

He nods mutely, painted hand dropping to rest on the bed beside you, you grab at the other and repeat the process.

“All done!” You hum smiling at him, “Now you gotta let them dry, you can blow on ‘em too. How about we put on one of your records and just relax for a bit?” You suggest.

He nods in agreement and you extricate yourself from your spot on the bed. Moving over to his record player that you’d spotted earlier, flipping through his collection and picking out one at random you set it up. Music fills the room, through the crackly speaker and you flop back onto his bed. He remains on the floor beside you.

You lean back sighing contentedly staring up at the ceiling when a thought occurs to you, propping yourself up on one arm you turn to him, “Hey, Eds?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why do you call me ‘Bambi’ all the time?”

“Well, it’s cause you’re all cute and innocent.” He states matter-of-factly.

“But I’m not though.” You pout back at him.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“‘M not innocent, don’t know why everyone thinks I am.”

“But you are.” He insists.

“I’m not, you’ll see.” You protest.

He chuckles to himself, “Ok, sweetheart, if you say so.”

“You will see, next time we’re at my place. I promise.”

He scrambles up the trellis outside your bedroom, hoisting himself onto the roof. Just as he pops his head around to peer into your window, hand raised to knock against the glass he sees you. Completely bare… scratch that, bare except for the frilly little panties tangled around your ankle and his guitar pick bouncing around between the swell of your breasts.

His breath catches in his throat, did you forget that you had invited him over? He can finally get a good look at that tattoo on your thigh by your hip. A fluffy kitten, paws under its chin, all knotted up in baby pink rope, a shibari design, the tail end of the rope clasped in its mouth, golden bell hanging off of it, surrounded by berries and leaves. Cute and innocent but also so very filthy at the same time, his mouth waters at the sight.

You’re sitting atop your large stuffed white tiger, Mr Stripes as he recalls from when you’d spread out all your stuffies introducing them all to him by name, one by one.

You’re thrusting away with abandon, grinding against the tigers back, clutching at the stuffed head in front of you, your head thrown back moaning wantonly. He can hear it even through the glass, then suddenly your eyes are drawn to the window and you spot him, crouched there staring at you slack jawed.

You hop off the tiger eyes lighting up, your panties slip away onto the floor as you bounce over to the window calling out his name. Pushing it open you pull him in with a hand scrunched into the front of his shirt.

He stumbles through the window and you drag him over to sit on the edge of your bed. He grabs for the nearest item to shove into his crotch, hiding his raging erection.

“Wh-what’re you doing?” He gasps.

“Eddie don’t be silly, you know what I’m doing, I was just about to cum when you got here… can I… can I keep going?”

“Bambi, I don’t think I should… we shouldn’t…”

“Please, Eds wanna finish. I want you to watch.” You pout at him

“Fuck… I… ok, yeah you can finish.”

You squeal and kiss the tip of his nose, “Thank you. Now watch, ok… and you don’t need to hide behind Miss Flopsy ya know, I already know you’re hard.”

He glances down at his lap and realises he had in fact grabbed your fluffy, floppy eared bunny, slowly removing it and placing it to the side a little awkwardly.

You hop back on top of the stuffed tiger resuming the roll of your hips and bringing one hand up to tweak at your nipple as you look directly into his eyes. He balls his hands into fists at his knees, clenching and unclenching them, swallowing harshly his Adam’s apple bobs up and down.

You moan and whine grinding into the fuzz beneath you, when an idea springs to your mind, “Edddiieee… can you take your cock out for me, please? Wanna watch you touching yourself when I cum.”

He splutters and chokes at your words, hesitating before he responds, despite everything in him screaming to do exactly what you just asked for, “Are you sure? Like really, really sure?”

You pout at him, “Yes Eds, I told you I’m not as innocent as everyone thinks I am, ok. Please I want this.”

“And you’re not just doing this to prove a point right? I don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret.”

“No, Eddie please just let me watch you, let me give you a show.”

His hands fumble at his belt as he breaths out heavily, “Jesus Christ Bambi, where is all this coming from?”

“Hurry up Eds, need to see you, ‘m so close.”

He hurriedly pulls his cock free of its confines, his wet tip glistens and you gasp at the sight, “Yes Eddie, thank you.”

His hand glides up and down his length with ease, precum already bubbling up at the head adding to the slick shlucking sound that is produced as he fists his cock desperately, he’s almost embarrassed at how close he is already.

You moan encouragingly, “Such a pretty cock, look how pink it is… and shiny. Just wanna suck on it. Bet it’s sweet like a lolly, will you let me taste it?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m gonna cum… you gonna cum with me Bambi?”

“God yes! Eddiiieee…” You wail as your hips move to match his pace, the dam inside you breaking and giving way to your body wracking orgasm. Your head thrown back, eyes rolling into your skull, hands digging into the stuffed toy beneath you in a vicelike grip as you ride it out.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groans coating his fist in his release as it sprays all over the blush pink duvet on the bed. He falls back limply, eyes drooping, gasping as he tries to catch his breath.

You pant, chest heaving, as you look at his messy hand still clasped around his cock. You slide off the stuffed toy inching closer to him, you grasp his wrist pulling his hand up to your face. His eyes snap open, looking at you curiously. You lick away his thick, white cream, your tongue laving over each digit, paying extra special attention to his ring-clad fingers. He lets out a guttural moan and you suck his pointer finger all the way into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

He pulls his hand away, gasping “Stop, stop. What are you doing?”

His reaction stings, an awful feeling settling in your belly… you’d done it again, gone too far. Tears well up in your eyes, and you blubber, “S-s-sorry…”

The urge to comfort you overtakes all else and he’s scooping you into his lap, completely forgetting that you’re totally naked, that he’s still got his pants rolled down, cock out. He pulls you against his chest, you press your face into the crook of his neck, shoulders shaking as he rubs your back soothingly.

“Hey, no, no, don’t cry. I should have stopped it sooner. You were too far gone, I should have known better.”

All at once he becomes acutely aware of your wet, puffy folds on top of him, his dick swelling in response… Oh god, no not now, not like this, not when she’s so distraught and crying… fuck… that’s it, he’s done for, he thinks.

“No, I’m sorry… I-I…”You whimper.

“Bambi, talk to me. Tell me how I can make it better.”

“Wh-what…?” You look up at him blinking away tears, “You’re… you’re not mad at me? You don’t think I’m gross?”

“What?! Why on earth would I think that?”

You can’t hold back the weepy tirade, and he lets you blubber on, “W-well my… my last boyfriend he… he couldn’t handle the stuff I was into either… he called me a freak, said he never wanted to see me again… an-and I tried to take it slow, hold back with you.”

You take a big, shaky breath before continuing, “Didn’t wanna scare you o-off too… cause I really, really like you Eds… b-but you’ve barely even tried to touch me li-like that and we’ve been dating for weeks now… I was going crazy, I just had to do something.”

He holds up a hand huffing angrily, “Hold up. First of all, what do you mean ‘scare me off’, who said I can’t handle this? That was hot as fuck. And second of all, who the fuck was that creep, there has got to be something seriously wrong with him… if he-he…”

You cut him off squeezing his shoulder, “Eddie, it’s ok, it’s fine forget about him. Please, tell me why you stopped me. Why do you think we should have stopped sooner?”

“Come on Bambi, why do you think? Look at you always so cute and innocent. I shouldn’t corrupt you like that… I shouldn’t be dragging you down with me like this… turning you into some pervert.”

“Eddie, enough with the ‘cute and innocent’ stuff… and I can feel that, by the way. The way your dick twitched when you talked about ‘corrupting’ me…” You grind down on him and he whimpers hanging his head in shame.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be, this is what I wanted, ok. Wait. Wait here a minute let me show you what I really mean.” You slide out of his grip trotting off into your walk-in wardrobe.

You emerge carrying what you had affectionately dubbed the treasure chest, a moderately sized wooden box that you’d covered in stickers. You’d been dying to do a little show and tell with him, just like you had with all your stuffies. Again, in the interest of not scaring him off you’d held off, but now seemed a good a time as any to really make your point.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“More toys.” You grin at him.

“I thought you showed me all your toys, told me all their names and everything.”

“Yeah, I did show you all those toys, but I didn’t tell you everything about them. Let’s start there, ok? So, you saw me riding Mr. Stripes. He’s one of the best for that, firm but soft and fuzzy. Perfectly shaped cushion to sit on, something to grab on to, it’s like he was made for it.”

“Fuck, yeah saw the way you were bucking against him.” You notice his hand twitching, making slight moves towards his fat dick resting between his thighs.

You nod towards his crotch, “You can keep touching yourself if you want.”

“God, sweetheart I don’t know if I can take much more of this. My poor little heart might just give out. How did you keep all of this hidden away for so long?”

“Told ya didn’t wanna scare you off, I care about you too much Eds. Anyway, Mr. Stripes was my favourite stuffie for a long time, but then you gave me my little Eddie Bear.”

He gasps, hand drifting towards his cock gripping it lazily, “Yeah, uhh huh. I remember Eddie Bear.”

He recalls the day he’d gifted that to you, he’d cut a small hole into the bear and fucked it ‘til he came deep inside. Stitching it up carefully afterwards so you’d never notice.

“And when you did, he smelled just like… you. And then I rode him so much, over and over, just thinking of you. So many times, ‘til he didn’t smell like you anymore. I was a bit sad about that, though.” You lament.

He groans, a rumbling sound deep from his chest, as he continues stroking his throbbing cock, thumbing at the tip, “Yeah, what else? Tell me more, Bambi.”

“Well, sometimes I like to make all the other stuffies watch while I ride one of them, but the really fun toys are in here…” You hold up the chest.

“What’s in there sweetheart, you gonna show me like you did with all your other toys?”

You nod eagerly, placing the box on the bed and take a seat in front of it cross-legged, he chuckles at you, “Um these ones don’t really have names… except one. That one is my absolute favourite! Do you want me to show you that one first?”

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart.” His hand drops to fondle his balls for a moment as you continue.

You swing back the lid of the box on its hinges, holding so it blocks his view of everything inside, “Ok, so I call this my little treasure chest…”

“That’s cute, Bambi, I like that.” He remarks as you shuffle around the box in search of a particular item.

“Ok get ready, this one is called Mr. Flopsy…”

He grins at you, but that falters and his hand moves to squeeze the base of his cock firmly, eyes widening as you pull out a six-inch, translucent pink, sparkly rabbit vibrator, it’s almost the same circumference around as it is long. It’s not the most intimidating one in your collection but it is one of your favourites.

He inhales sharply before groaning out, “God fucking damn! That is not what I was expecting when you said ‘toys’. Jesus H Christ Bambi if you asked me yesterday, I wouldn’t have even thought you knew what one of those was!”

“Well, I do mister, so now do you believe I’m not just little Miss Innocent?”

He nods and hums in a strained way, “Uh huh, yep mm hmm.”

“So, see Mr. Flopsy is my favourite cause he’s all pink and sparkly and look a little bunny… that’s why I call him Mr. Flopsy.” You flick the ears on the toy and Eddie groans in response, just the thought of where those little ears have been drives him wild.

“He might not be the biggest in the collection, but he makes up for it in every other way.”

He resumes stroking along his length, whining, “Please can I see you use Mr. Flopsy?”

“Yeah, you really wanna?” You smile up at him sweetly, eyes lighting up.

“Fuck, absolutely sweetheart. You gonna do it for me?”

“Yes, but not now, there’s still a whole lot more to show you first.”

“Can’t we do that some other time?”

“Nope.” You reply cheekily.

“Ugh, do we have to go one by one though? Can’t you just dump it all out?” He groans frustratedly.

“Ok, I guess… for you, but you’ll have to help me pack up later.” You concede, tipping over the chest and letting everything tumble out.

Piles of rope and collars and nipple clamps and chains and dildos and fuzzy handcuffs, and more, in all shades of pastel colours cascade over the bed. He drops his slick, leaky cock, wiping his hand off along the duvet before rummaging through the pile in front of him. His cock bobs up and down in his lap desperate for attention.

“Oh, this is so much better than anything I could have ever imagined. Who knew you were such a kinky, little…” He pauses abruptly, you can tell he’s holding back.

“Go on Eds, call me dirty names, tell me I’m a kinky, little slut… is that what you were going to say? ‘Cause I’ll be your little slut, all yours, just for you. I’ll be your little present all wrapped up in bows, let you tie me up, split me open on your cock…”

He cuts you off pulling you in by the back of your neck, his lips colliding with your own over the paraphernalia laying beneath you. You break apart breathlessly, whining “Need you Eds, please…”

He rushes to strip off his clothing, tossing his jeans clear across the room in his haste. He glances down into the items scattered before him, in search of something…

“You gonna tie me up?” You ask hopefully.

“Sorry, Bambi not this time…” he spots what he was looking for, “…but I will be using these… if that’s ok?” He holds up a pink, fluffy pair of handcuffs, dangling them off a finger.

“Oh, that is more than ok Eddie.”

“I’m going to guess you’re familiar with the traffic light system, right?”

You nod proudly, “Uh huh, sure am.”

“Good, we’ll use that for now, ok?”

“Ok, Eddie, all green from me.” You offer him your wrists without him even asking.

“Oh, what a good girl you are, but first I’m going to need you to make some room on the bed. Just scoop all of that back into its box and set it on the floor, we can deal with it later…”

You nod mutely and do as you’re told while he continues, “… and you can tell me all about every little thing in there while we do. Your stuffies can stay and watch the show though.” He smirks at you.

Once the bed is clear, you kneel in the centre, resting back on your heels, all your stuffies and flowery, fluffy pillows propped up behind you. You look up at him through your long lashes waiting with baited breath for his next move. He cups your cheek, caressing it with a thumb, “You wanna be my good girl, my good little slut?”

“Y-yes please. Can I… can I call you ‘sir’?”

“Oh, Bambi so precious, so cute… yes, you may call me ‘sir’.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Anything for you princess. Now, how would you like to be cuffed… hands behind your back or to your bed frame?”

“To the bed, please.” You scoot back closer to the head of the bed, bringing your knees to your chest and squishing up against the toys and pillows.

“Such good manners. Did your mummy and daddy teach you that? Are they home now?” Coming up beside you he guides your hands one at a time, first closing a fluffy cuff around one wrist, then looping it through the bed frame and cuffing the other hand.

You shake your head, sinking down into the mattress your legs falling open, “Nuh uh, they’ve gone out. Won’t be home for hours.”

He moves to rest between your spread legs, humming in your ear, a finger brushing stray wisps of hair away from your face. “Hmmm, that’s strange why did you tell me to come in through the backyard then? Why’d you ask me not to use the door?”

“‘Cause… ‘cause I wanted you to catch me, thought maybe if you did…” You trail off distracted by his breath heating the side of your face.

Drawing back slightly he questions, “What did you think sweetheart? Did you think I wouldn’t be able to control myself? That I’d just take you right there as soon as I saw you?”

“Maybe… something a little like that.” You admit shyly.

“Well, aren’t you lucky then, that worked out quite nicely for you, didn’t it? I think it was very naughty though, don’t you?” He teases with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Sir?”

“I think someone needs to be… punished.” He proceeds cautiously.

“No, sir please I’ll be good. I’m your good girl remember.”

He gives you a slightly concerned look, “Colour?”

You grin back at him, “Green, sir.”

He runs a hand over your thigh, you shiver in response squeezing your legs together around him, “Ok, I have an idea… maybe more of a fun punishment. How’s that?”

“O-ok.” You agree shakily.

He continues “Well, since you decided to tease me with Mr. Flopsy, how about I use him on you… but you’re not allowed to cum.”

You pout, “Aww, that’s not fair.”

“Ah, ah, thought you said you were going to be my good girl?” He tuts at you, “The next time you cum I want that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. Want you to get it all wet and sloppy for me.”

“I-I can do that for you.” You assure him breathily.

“I know, just wait right there for me while I find Mr. Flopsy.” He leans over the edge of the bed and riffles through the ‘treasure chest’.

You giggle, jiggling the cuffs around your wrist, “I can’t go anywhere Eds.”

“Ha got it!” He pulls out the toy holding it up proudly, before fiddling with the buttons on its base.

You’re practically shivering with anticipation as he cycles through the settings getting familiar with it. When he finds the button that makes the shaft thrust back and forth, with a gasp his head snaps to you, “I didn’t know it did that!”

You smirk at him, “Yeah, it’s good, isn’t it?”

“Why, don’t we see just how good it is, sweetheart?” He turns off the vibrations and the thrusting tip before making his way back to you. He trails the toy over your body slowly, lingering when he brings it up between your breasts alongside his guitar pick.

He looks up into your eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust, “Why don’t you start by getting Mr. Flopsy all nice and wet for me with your mouth?”

You nod in agreement and he holds the toy against your lips, they part. You lick up and down the shaft, letting your drool dribble all over it before wrapping your lips around the tip giving it a suck.

He groans in response as you try to take more of the shaft into your mouth. He pulls the toy away, “I think that’s enough now, are you still trying to tease me? Still being a naughty girl?”

You shake your head, “No just… just like having something to suck on. It feels good for me too… really like sucking on dick… ‘s like a little treat, like a lollipop, but better.”

“Fuuuuck, baby we are going to have to explore that a whole lot more soon-”

You interrupt him eagerly adding, “Balls! I like balls too! Wanna worship every inch of you Eds.”

A strangled groan escapes his lips, he grits his teeth, “God you really are gonna give me a heart attack ya know.”

“How’re… how’re you doing Eds?” You ask, checking in with him too.

“Oh, I’m green. I’m so fucking green I’m an emerald, ‘bout as hard as one too.”

You giggle at the comparison, “Well, come on let’s get to my… funishment then.”

“Oh, little princess thinks she can give orders now. Well, you’ll soon learn to be careful what you ask for, sweetheart.”

He takes the slobbery toy and runs it through your folds, prodding at your clit a few times before turning it on. The vibrations start out gentle as he continues his motions, slowly he begins easing the toy into your slick entrance. You gasp at the intrusion, sighing as he eases it in further and further. The little rabbit ears press into your clit and he starts the vibrations on those to.

“Oh, Eddie feels so good.” You whine.

“Remember no cumming on your toy this time.” He warns.

“I promise Eds, I’ll be good.”

He groans along with you and increases the intensity of the vibrations, “Let me know when you’re close ok?”

“Yes, sir,”

He gives an experimental thrust with the toy gauging your reaction, your wrists pull on their restraints and you moan. He ups the intensity yet again before remembering the thrusting feature, he pushes the toy all the way in and you feel your wetness flood around it.

He starts the thrusting action of the toy then waves his hands around grinning, “Look Bambi, no hands.”

Your giggle turns into a broken moan as he increases the speed of the thrusting toy inside you. His hands moving to cup your breasts, kneading them and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

Your hips begin to raise off the mattress, attempting to match the movements of the toy buzzing away inside you. You gasp, “Please, sir… please, please, please. I’m so close…”

And then all at once all sensation is gone, ripped away from you right at the precipice as he removes the toy. You whine at the loss, hips still bucking away in search of more.

“Oh, I know, I know…” He coos down at you, pressing your hips back down into the mattress.

“Fuck… Eddie, please I need you. Please fuck me.”

“If only I knew what a little slut you really were, we could’ve been doing this ages ago, you know that right?” He switches off the toy and licks it clean of your juices before dropping it down on the bed beside you.

You whimper beneath him, “Yes, sir I know. ‘m sorry I made you wait. Please I need you now, we can make up for all the lost time.”

“Oh, my pretty little princess, we will be making up for it…” he growls before guiding his slick cock into your wet heat. He slams in all at once. The toy is nothing compared to him and his impressive length, but the preparation and all your arousal is enough to have him sliding in with ease.

He rests there for a moment gazing down at you, before checking in breathlessly, “You… hmmm… you good down there?”

You look up at him nodding, “… mhmmmm… perfect Eds, green.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s pulling his hips back and slamming into you once more. “Don’t… don’t know if I’ll be able to last long… ya got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He manages to pant out. Head hanging forward his hair flopping into his face as he braces himself with his hands on the bed frame by your own.

“I-I think I have some idea… hey, Eds?”

“Yeah, sweetheart? You still good?”

“Yep, just… hngh… just… can you cum inside me, please?”

His hips stutter and he groans, “God fucking damn, you really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

You look up at him desperate and needy, “Please, sir. Please, wan’ it nice and deep.”

“Fuuuuck… shit yeah, yeah gonna cum soon. Gonna give it all to you.”

You strain at the cuffs in a pathetic attempt to grab a hold of something… tug on his long hair that dangles in his face, crumple the sheets, squeeze your stuffies, a pillow… anything. Instead, you wrap your legs around him, drawing him in deeper mewling desperately with each thrust.

“Are you close?” He pants above you.

“So close Eds, so close… you gonna cum with me when I soak that perfect cock of yours?”

He lets out the most hopeless, pathetic whine, “God… fuck… yes, yes, yes…”

He grabs the discarded vibrator turning it on and pressing it into your clit sending you into orbit, you pulse around him rhythmically, gushing all over his length with a scream and call out his name.

It doesn’t take long for him either, the feeling of you clamping down around him, the added vibrations from the toy. He unloads into you with a cry of his own. The feel of his warm, thick cum painting your walls only prolongs the sensation for you. When he slides his dick out, your combined fluids dribble out, running between your cheeks and pooling on the bed beneath you.

He’s still holding the toy against you as you tremble with aftershocks, “S-stop, ‘m sensitive Eds, please.” You gasp out.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He grins sheepishly, removing the toy, turning it off and tossing it aside.

He hooks a finger into the chain linking your cuffs, “Keys?”

“Bedside table. Top drawer. They’re pink.”

“Of course they are.” He chuckles and leans over to retrieve the keys.

He undoes the restraints and rubs at your wrists soothingly before scooping you up into his arms and manoeuvring you to lay against his chest.

His fingers trail along the chain draped over your neck, settling on the guitar pick, toying with it, “So, you kept this on, huh?”

“Yeah, uh it’s… it’s kinda like a collar in a way, but… more. More personal. More special. Been wearing it more than my actual collars now. More than any pretty little ribbon too.”

He gives it a gentle tug and you whine in response.

“You like wearing it, like it’s your own little special collar showing everyone who you belong to?”

“Yes Eds, God yes.” You breath out, pausing for a beat before asking hopefully, “What about you, do you still have the ribbon I gave you?”

“I could never part with my lady’s favour.” He declares, spinning the bracelet around his wrist to show the chain side where he’d woven the ribbon through the links.

You reach down running your fingertips over it, overwhelmed by your emotions, it has you blurting out, “I love you, Eddie.”

He sighs, “I love you too.”

“Do you think after we clean up, we can go for milkshakes?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart... with whipped cream and extra cherries too.”

You squeal in delight, “Thank you, Eddie! Best boyfriend ever!”

He pulls you in for a lingering kiss, before pulling away whispering, “Alright, then better get up if we’re gonna get to the diner.”

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hellfire--cult · 1 month

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– 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 📏

Eddie Munson x Tall!F!Reader

wc: 3k

warnings: fluff, absolute fluff, high school (character +18), insecurity about height, bullying, eddie munson being the cutest fluff of hair there is.

You definitely know your height, and you are reminded of it everyday. And then you find out that a certain metalhead seems obsessed with you.

a/n: just a small thought i had the yesterday night and i just wrote it. haven't seen many tall!reader fics out there.

reblog if you enjoyed

STANDING ON TIPTOES AS A THIRD TALENT

You know. You are aware.

You are aware of how painful the stretch was when growing up.

You are aware of how many times people ask for your help to reach things for them.

You are aware of how you don’t comply with those stereotypical feminine looks.

You are aware of how guys don’t see you as an option because their masculinity is crushed by you being a few inches taller than them.

You are aware of how tall you are.

“If only we could get you on the basketball team.” Carver stood in front of you with his hands inside of his jersey, looking up at you. You never stopped walking, why would you? He kept walking backwards as he waited for a response.

“Why Carver? Though you are right, I bet I would do a better job in winning an actual game.” You could see Andy and Chase holding back their laughter but shaking it off as Jason turned to shoot a glare at them and then back at you, finally stopping because you are just tired of him following like a puppy. You will just listen to what he has to say and he’ll leave you alone.

“A little cocky, aren’t you?”

“No, but you for sure have one.” And he was confused by your response for a second, so you moved around him and continued walking. You heard him calling out your name with a curse after the idiot figured out your insult. You rolled your eyes as you opened your locker, looking inside to find a picture of Robin and you, a smile forming on your lips, trying to remember if you had band practice today or not.

You turned your head to look at some freshmen girls talking, whispering to one another as they looked at you and kept walking. Yeah… you are aware of how tall you are.

But you don’t need these people to remind you of it everyday.

You look back into your locker and start browsing, looking for your Spanish book, only to get pushed on the back, making you slam yourself onto the lockers. Your anger fuels as you take the book out and slam shut the locker door, turning around to face whoever pushed you in such a manner.

“Who the fuck–”

And not exactly eye to eye, still having to tilt your head down slightly, very so, and there stood a mop of dark curls. The whiff of tobacco and worn denim filled your nostrils as deep brown eyes collided with yours.

“Sh–Shit um–” You never spoke to Eddie Munson before. You shared some classes together, and you were surprised when you heard the news that he was finally graduating. You don’t really care for him graduating two years later because you yourself got held back a year. So, you two would be leaving high school hell together in a few months.

“You need anything?” You ask and the guy has yet to talk to you. You look behind him to see two of his friends snickering at one another. Oh. “Look, if this is a dare of ‘Talk with the tallest freak in Hawkins High’ thing, you already won, I talked to you.”

You turned, not really letting him speak as you walked forward to your Spanish class. It wasn’t the first time something like this happened to you. Guys jokingly asking you out, girls not bothering to lift their heads to look up at you, except for Robin. That girl decided to stick to your hip in fifth grade and she never let go.

Not that you would let go of her either. She knows too much.

Shit, you still don’t remember if you had band or not. You groan loudly as you sit at the very back of the classroom, knowing that you would just cover the view for anyone else who sits behind you.

After class you head to your locker to put your Spanish book back inside, only to see a note waiting for you on the side. You grabbed it and saw that it was Robin, telling you she had something to tell you and to meet her in the woods at the back of the school. You furrowed your brows at that but shrugged, closing the locker door and heading towards the woods.

Your long legs help to get to places even faster, so in just five minutes you had leaves crunching beneath your feet. You assumed she either meant the picnic table or the fallen trunk that’s more towards the parking lot. Closest to the building though? The picnic table… but the figure sitting on the table wasn’t Robin.

You heard him mumble as if practicing something, his mop of curls bobbing a bit as he said a few things only to then call himself ‘stupid’ and start over again. You rolled your eyes as you finally reached him, your arms over your chest.

“I knew you were crazy Munson, but not to the extent of talking to yourself.” You saw him jump up with a shriek, flailing his limbs around as he fell to the ground but quickly regaining himself as he turned to face you, wiping the leaves away. You held in the giggle, because– damn he is cute.

“Yeah well, um– I do worse than that sweetheart, trust me.” You raised your eyebrow at the nickname, feeling your cheeks heating up just slightly, but you shook your head and looked around.

“Have you seen Robin? She told me to meet her here.” And at your words, Eddie chuckled nervously while rubbing his cheek, trying to avert his gaze from you.

“Yeah um– Buckley didn’t put that note in your locker… I kinda– It was me.” You saw him put his hands behind him like a small child ready to get scolded, and to be honest, you were angry that he tricked you but–

“Why?”

“I uh– You kind of misunderstood something a few hours ago? I know I bumped into you and I didn’t really want to talk to you–” You raised your eyebrows at that in surprised offense.

“Excuse me?” He winced as he put his hand in a fist and hit his forehead a few times while shaking his head.

“Sorry, sorry– That is not what I meant! I definitely wanted to talk to you– talk to you, I mean, I wanted to talk to you for a long while, and I still do and well, we are talking now–” The boy was rambling and your confusion was growing the more he talked, so you took a few steps forward, waving your hands in front of you to get him to calm down.

“Hey, slow down Munson, jesus. You’re gonna have a stroke.” He looked up at you and nodded, taking a deep breath in and then letting out a nervous chuckle as he started pacing around with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. “Okay, I get it, you apologized, everything’s fine.”

“No, no, um… My friends, they tried to help me talk to you but you make me kind of nervous, so.” Ah, it wasn’t the first time you heard that.

“Yeah, my height sort of does that.” You shift in your place as you see him put a stop to his pacing, looking back at you with confused eyes.

“What?”

“Well, people tell me my height intimidates them, so… they’re nervous to talk to me. Did you need anything in particular?” You tilted your head at him and Eddie was still frowning and then started taking steps towards you, the tip of your sneakers touching with one another as his eyes looked up at yours. He was just a few inches shorter than you, you had a perfect view of his fringe.

“Well uh… You intimidate me yes… but not exactly because of your height darling.” You frowned as confusion plastered all over your features, looking at the metalhead that was still looking at you as if waiting for you to put a puzzle together in your head.

“Um… my incredible skills in Spanish intimidate you?” And Eddie smiled, and that honestly made your heart jump slightly because after all, Eddie Munson is not a bad-looking guy. He is the complete opposite of that, his own beauty to be described. Maybe it was his personality that also helped him become more charming. Either way, he was making your cheeks burn from how handsome he looked at this very moment as he stuttered with dimpled cheeks.

“No um… You intimidate me because– I think you are extremely, absolutely, and incredibly… beautiful.”

You blinked a few times, not really sure if you heard the guy right. Did he say you’re beautiful? That you intimidate him because of… beauty and not your height? And there’s also the fact that Eddie Munson is the one saying all of this when you can hardly count the times you spoke with the guy.

“Is this… a prank Munson?” You softly ask and he just groans, shaking his head like crazy.

“No, no. I promise it’s not– I–” He took a deep breath in as he scratched the back of his head, grabbing your hands and guiding you to sit down on one of the benches. You were confused but also, you were feeling your heartbeat beating like crazy against your chest, and you waited for him to start talking but he just kept pacing.

“Eddie–”

“Okay! So, the reason why my friends were behind me today and did the whole misunderstanding thing happen, which I get it, I can see how it–”

“Munson!” You were getting a little impatient now because you could now see he was nervous, but your own nervousness was making you a little bit cranky.

“Right! Sorry! My friends were fed up with me… Um–” You noticed a twinge of blush on his cheeks as he sighed, looking up at the sky. “I am not good with this, I normally like– have a casual conversation at the hideout, and then it happens it’s just–”

“The Hideout?” You don’t know where he is going anymore but he looks down at you and shakes his head once more.

“Nevermind. Like I was saying… my friends were fed up with me just– talking about you, all the time.” Okay, what? The shock must have been evident on your face because Eddie rounded the table, sitting on the bench in front of you now, putting his hands on the table, and rubbing his fingers together. “Say something? I am a nervous wreck over here, sweets.”

Something? What can you possibly say? You were never in this position at all. You aren’t the kind of person to get confessions like they do in movies. You don’t even know what to say, or do, your inexperience showing off in big amounts as you, yourself, start to become flustered.

“Um– I… I don’t– Why? Or what exactly do you say about me?” And he grabs a chunk of his hair in order to hide his face as he sways a little from side to side.

“Well… apart from how beautiful you look everyday… Everytime you put Jason or one of those guys in their place I just– I just boast about you… So I guess that when I heard the insult you threw at Jason today, I may have fangirled a bit and Gareth got fed up…” He winced a bit at the explanation but you felt your whole chest melt away at his words.

Your fingertips were sweaty, as you looked at him, and… fuck he turned from a guy to a man in just one instant. He was one year older than you and the fact he is stuttering so much despite his age in order to talk to you… was endearing. Cupid definitely passed by and shot an arrow through your chest just now.

“Um… can I ask um… why did you never talk to me? I mean… I think we talked like– what, six times in total?” You gave him a nervous giggle and he straightened up and cleared his throat as he looked at you.

“Didn’t you hear the part where… you intimidate me, sweetheart?” You frown at his words so he sighs and continues. “I don’t normally approach people with– my feelings. But um… we are graduating, and since we don’t talk I don’t know what your plans are later on, and– I just know that if I miss this chance I’m going to regret it my whole life.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at him, and it helped a small smile form on his own lips as he looked at you.

“Your whole life? That’s a bit drastic, isn’t it?” You smiled at him, biting onto your bottom lip now, feeling your belly turning slowly and nervously. He licked his lips and played with one of his rings as he talked to you.

“Not at all drastic, you are a catch, and I should be held back another year if I don’t shoot my shot with you right now.”

And he sounded so certain. So honest. There was not a single ounce of joke in his tone or playfulness. There was obvious flirtiness and endearment. But you still had to ask, because you don’t want to dive into something that he might not have thought of before.

“Um… You know I am a little bit taller than you… right Eds?” You ask and he tilts his head, a smirk forming on his lips as his cheeks tint red.

“You know, I am extremely good at standing on my tiptoes, it’s like my third talent.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his joke, yet you knew you were completely flushed by it. He cleared his throat and you looked back up at him. “So?”

“So?” You tilted your head as he leaned forward on the table, towards you, resting on his forearms and elbows.

“Do I get to shoot my shot here?”

Yeah… cupid definitely shot an arrow through your chest just now.

“Seriously, if you ditch me one more time–”

“I didn’t ditch you Robs, you decided to not come with us.” You were putting your books back into your locker as Robin leaned against the other lockers while looking at you.

“Well yeah! I don’t want to third wheel!” You roll your eyes at your best friend, catching a wild mop of curls walking through the crowd in the hallway. You smile widely as Eddie approaches you, his arms coming to wrap around your waist.

“Hey beautiful.” You giggle at how energetic he is today and you raise your hands to cradle his face and lean down, tilting his head a bit to place a kiss on his lips.

“Hi Eds.” He smiles and you feel him growing taller, coming almost eye-to-eye level with you, almost, and receiving another soft kiss on the lips before he returns to his original height.

“Tiptoes growing stronger each day.” He smiles at you only for him to be shoved into you and before you can hit the lockers, the hand on your lower back pulls you into him, while the other slams into the lockers, forbidding you from colliding against them.

“HEY!” Robin yelled and you looked up to see Jason laughing behind Eddie with a horrified look on his face.

“Oops, sorry. Didn’t see you there Munson.” Your eye twitched as you looked at him, only to then tilt your head.

“You know Jason, if you want a threesome that badly you just have to ask. No need to act so interesting and shit.” At your words, he stops laughing, anger plastered on his features now as he stares at you while Eddie turns around.

“Excuse me?” You rolled your eyes at him and pointed at Eddie.

“You messed with him, you messed with me, and now you want to butt into our relationship. Sorry though, we don’t do poly.” You smile at him as you look at him, up and down and scrunch up your nose. “Not that you’re even our type.”

People that were walking by snickered at your words and Jason only squinted at you and looked at Eddie who was holding a snort in, his hand covering his mouth.

“Freaks do belong together.” And you roll your eyes at that and wave Jason away.

“And assholes son of bitches do too, that’s the reason Chrissy dumped you. Scram.” You could see Jason taking a step towards you and Eddie’s playful mood immediately soured, stepping in front of you with a menacing smile towards the Jock.

“Wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Jason scoffed at Eddie’s threat and shook his head.

“What you gonna do, curse me?” Eddie gave him a fake smile and leaned close so that he could hear, his smile falling.

“I’ve been playing good all year Carver so that I could graduate, and honestly, I would throw that opportunity away for her. Don’t fucking test me.” And you could see Jason deliberating the words Eddie spoke. He took a step back and gave you one last look before huffing and walking away.

“Holy shit, never seen Carver back away that easily in my life.” Robin smiled and you were biting your lip as your heart thumped in your chest like crazy. Eddie turned around with a huge dimpled smile and then you could see the playful glint in his eyes.

“Have I ever told you how much it turns me on how you call those assholes out?” And Robin groaned in disgust and quickly rushed away. You laughed at him, as he came closer to you again, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah, you did.” You bit your lip as you looked down at him, feeling your heart beat loudly for your boyfriend who was looking at you as if hung the stars in the sky. “What you said…”

“Meant every word.”

“I was going to say that it turned me on but–” You were taken by surprise when he immediately nibbled your neck which he had easy access to, and a giggle escaped your lips.

“Don’t tempt me sweetheart.”

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runningupthatvecna · 6 months

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this is for all the touch deprived plus size girlies that are very much (still) in love with eddie munson

18+ minors dni

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In fact, Eddie loves you.

He loves your plush hips. The valleys and hills of you, soft expanses of extensive skin for him (and him only) to touch.

He loves your cheeks. Perfect for nuzzling his nose into until his lips make contact with your jaw, inhaling your very scent until his lungs burn.

He loves the roundness of your boobs, especially when your hardened nipples perk up, begging for his touch. The squish.

He loves the roundness of your belly, how soft it always presents itself beneath his head and tickling curls of his, a perfect pillow whenever you let him rest on you. The way it separates into parts, valleys between them, a welcome dip for his fingers.

He loves your soft hair and those big arms that offer the best, sincerest, warmest, hugs Eddie has ever known. They are his absolute favourite.

He loves your thighs, my god does he love them, when they jiggle with every step you take, wherever you go, a constant reminder how good they feel around his head. How good they feel beneath his eager fingertips when he runs them up and down and up again.

He loves how wet you always get between them, how the juices are already dripping from your outer lips, telling him that if there's a patch on your panties, a dead giveaway of the effect his very actions have on you. Through the thickness, it just spreads so easily. He loves placing both his thumbs on each of your lips, he loves how he has to spread them apart, he even loves that he has to spread them apart for him to be able to even see you. See your love for him dripping out of you, see all of you, spread open and vulnerable for him. It makes his heart nearly combust in his ribcage.

And god, does he love devouring you whole, slurping it all into his mouth, sucking and licking and sucking some more, knowing how to drive you mad, your soft whimpers and pretty noises meant for his ears only. He loves the way he can bury the entire lower half of his face in your heat, all while your moans and sweet little whimpers are the only thing he wants to hear. Along with the squelch of his fingers of course, knuckles deep inside your cunt.

What he loves most though is when you stare back into his own darkened eyes half-lidded when he stretches you open, the way your sopping heat embraces his cock so easily, how warm you feel, how tight you are, how you're so goddamn fucking needy for him. The noises you make and the way tears form in your eyes because his dick is so bomb and no one has ever been willingly touching you this way.

He loves how incredibly needed you make him feel, how adamantly you're prioritizing him over other people in your life. No one's ever done that for him. Not in this way. Never.

It's a welcome symbiosis.

Eddie loves caressing every inch of you, making so damn sure you know, are aware of, and feel the way you're making him feel. Working so damn hard you'll eventually see just how fucking hot you are to him. He wants to make you forget about all the days and weeks and months and years of being on your own. Make you forget about the shitty things you've been told about yourself. Even if it means he has to pound you silly every night and every morning after and every minute inbetween. Even if it means he has to write you love notes and letters every goddamn day. Cause he would do that. For you.

#eddie munson x reader #nora writes #eddie munson x fem!reader #for my fellow plus size girlies #<3 #eddie munson smut #i have no idea what this is and i apologize already if it's bad #look i'm sorry okay #it just comes from a place of self-indulgence #ok bye

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eddiesghxst · 10 months

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whenever it rains, it’s ridiculously loud in eddie’s trailer, you could practically sleep outside and get the same experience (aside from getting a little wet, obviously).

eddie, however, because he’s lived there for so long, doesn’t hear a thing. he sleeps like a baby through every single noise you could imagine, not even flinching when a small hail storm blows through. at first you don’t understand, you think eddie’s insane because how could anyone sleep soundly with this much noise going on?

until one night, you’re at your own house tossing and turning in your bed for hours before you give up and drive over to eddie’s because for some fucking reason, you admittedly miss it. you miss the loud pelting of rain and the whistling of the wind with the scraping sound of tree branches against the tin-like roof.

eddie’s mad that you drove in the middle of a storm, but let’s you in either way. you don’t tell him why you came, but eddie seems to understand when you both lay down, tangled in each other and let the loud beating of rain fill out the silence of his room. eddie can physically feel your body relax into his and he immediately knows—- he gets it because he’s the same way. it barely takes 5 minutes before you’re both knocked out and snoring.

eddie definitely teases you about it at the table the next morning, makes a joke that “you should just move in at this rate,” but wayne quickly shuts that down, “save up and move in next door, kids, i don’t need to see anymore than i’ve already seen.”

#all my trailer park girlies know the noise i’m talking abt #sounds like a fucking war #when i was younger i lived in a trailer and storms used to scare the shit out of me bc they were so loud #but sometimes i miss it #it felt like a little cave #i want to be in a little cave in the storm w eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #drabble #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson au #eddie munson headcanon #eddie x y/n #eddie x gn!reader

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elliewlums · 2 years

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Hello ♡ if you're taking requests for drabbles then could I please request Eddie and Shy!reader who maybe gets a little anxious around his friends (dustin, mike, lucas, etc) and sorta clings to him? If not then it's totally okay and I love your work !

content warnings; all the fluff, just so much fluff. eddie reassures anxious reader. allusions to some anxiety.

your manicured hand clasps eddie’s own ring clad one tightly, baby pink nails drawing circles across his calloused skin. eddie’s preoccupied in a heated debate with dustin and you use the distraction to worm your way further into his arms, twiddling the bottom of his hellfire shirt anxiously. you don’t mean to be clingy, but the close proximity with all of eddie’s friends causes you oftentimes to retreat back into yourself; you’re not really a people person, and you’re always concerned that they don’t like you. eddie understands and does his best to alleviate your almost constant worry.

he absentmindedly wraps a wiry arm around to waist, tugging you into his lap; you exhale in relief and rest your head against his shoulder. his head dips to come level with yours.

“y’alright?” he murmurs. you nod. his hand grabs your thigh, pulling you even closer. “sure?”

“i’m okay, eds.” your voice is meek and quiet. he presses a kiss to your jaw and then one to your forehead. you circle his neck with loose arms and press your face to his neck, breathing in his oddly comforting scent of cigarettes and awfully cheap cologne; you told him you hated it when he first bought it but you’ve grown to adore it. it’s so him.

“y’know, there’s nothing to be worried about,” he says, not meanly. “promise.” you attempt a smile, lips pulled tight, and the subtle tremble in your hands has eddie stroking over your knuckles and pressing a kiss to each one.

“i know,” you whisper. “you know what i’m like. i get nervous. i’m a total dud.” eddie’s brows shoot up.

“no way!” he exclaims. “seriously, no way are you a dud. you’re just not a people person and that’s okay. doesn’t matter to me.”

you smile for real this time.

“sorry for being so clingy, though.”

“you’re not.” he smooths a hand over your head. “you just like to be close. i like you here, close, as well.” he smiles, pointed canines protruding from his plush lips. you peck him once, twice, thrice. dustin fax gags.

“ugh, get a room!”

eddie grabs an empty water bottle and hurls it in his direction.

“fuck off, henderson. you’re just jealous my girlfriend is so hot.”

“have you seen suzie?”

“shut up, like i believe your fake girlfriend is as hot as my real one!”

“i’m right here,” you laugh, swiping at his chest.

“what? you are hot…”

“oh, give it a rest!”

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 4 months

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The Almost Breakup

note: short but i'm happy with it

also gonna get back into this story soon also if you have thoughts on this au (or any of my aus) please share i love hearing them <3

y/nupdates

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y/nupdates: Y/n and Isla (Y/n's boyfriend's daughter) out together going out to dinner and seeming very close, and no Eddie in sight

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emails.tour.11: her and isla bonding is so cute

icarly_: Isla is so pretty

Metalhead_: she's such a slut

13taytay: JOJO!! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!?!

im.a.mirrorball: in her step-mom era

y/nismyqueen: where are y/n's shoes from?? very very important!

for_our_moony: prada i think, but steve madden makes a more affordable

CorrodedCoffinStan: he is to old for her, and now making her act like a mom to his daughter. disgusting.

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y/nupdates: Y/n was out with her new boyfriend, Eddie Munson's son. They went out to lunch together, and this is the first time we've seen them together.

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dog.loverrr: only 5 years between her and her boyfriends son..

princess.y/n: love seeing her with Leo not just isla

anna.frozen_: my worlds colliding

munson_86: fr been an Eddie fan for years and a Y/n fan since girl meets world

y/nswifey: forever in love with Leo Munson

philly_eagles.fan: i think they should date instead of her and his dad, the age gap is gross

Eddie and Y/n have been together for 6 months now, about the time Eddie’s relationships would end, without the women ever meeting his kids and never any ‘I love you’s. But everything was going well, and though Y/n had met Isla when she met Eddie they had gotten really close, and she had now met Leo and despite all expectations that went well. Y/n and Leo had become friends of sorts. But no matter how happy he was, how happy she made him, Eddie started pulling away. He couldn’t help it. He loved her, yes. Not that he’d told her yet. He loved his kids first, and he has to put them first, always will.

Y/n was now on the international leg of her tour, and they haven’t talked in a while, always seeming to miss each other. This was giving Eddie the space he needs to think about their relationship. Not without zero help from his kids.

“Is Y/n going to come here after her shows in Europe are over?” Isla asked, pushing her vegetables across her plate with her fork, then picking up her knife to saw the broccoli in two.

“Um- I’m not sure, kid.” The man mumbles, hoping Isla will move on after not getting an answer.

“Why not?”

“Isla-”

“Can you ask-”

“Isla! Finish your dinner, or if you're done take your plate to the kitchen.” Sighing, Isla got up grabbing her plate to the kitchen and stomping upstairs to her room. After hearing the slamming the teens door, Eddie gets up to start loading the dishwasher. Leo, who was over for dinner, like he often did, walked over to his dad, placing his plate next to the sink. Then rounding the island, to sit at a bar stool.

“So.. What’s with your attitude?” This causes Eddie to look up from his task, giving his son a look that could kill.

“Leo, we're not talking about this.”

“No. We have to. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You get so sensitive everytime we mention Y/n lately. Are you not talking? Please don’t break up with this one, I actually like her.”

“Leo. I ca-”

“No. You love her! And I guess that scares you, because every relationship you’ve had since mom has had this 6 month timer and that timer has gone off, and you're not ready. Or it scares you that she’s so close to us. And that if you ever break up Isla would be heartbroken.”

Eddie takes a moment, thinking over what Leo has said, and scarily accurate it is, and since when was Leo that smart?

“Leo?... Could you stay here with Isla for a few days?”

“Yeah.” Leo says, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Here Y/n was sitting in her hotel in Paris, staring at her phone, looking at a voicemail Eddie had left. It’s time. He’s going to break up with her; she just knows it. Her and Leo went out a couple weeks ago and he had let slip of Eddie’s 6 month timer on relationships, of course that was followed with Leo’s reassurance that he could feel she was different. But that didn’t cure her anxiety.

Because since she left for tour, they haven’t talked, like Eddie has been avoiding her. She had written a break-up song about him for fucks sake, they’re not even broken up yet. But now he was going to break up with her, over a voicemail at that.

Ripping the band-aid off, Y/n finally presses play on the voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n-” God her first name, it’s really happening “-um, I have a lot of this to say, but I can’t say it over the phone. So I’ll talk to you later. I care about you. I know it hasn’t felt like it, and that’s part of what I need to talk about. I just need you to remember that. I care about you. Okay. Bye.”

At least he was planning on letting her down easy. Guess that’s a plus. Pouring herself a glass of wine from the overpriced display hotels have, Y/n sits down at the dining table, staring at the abstract painting across from her. After what felt like an hour of staring, which in actuality it was 10 minutes, the young woman hears the click of the hotel door. It startles her back into a conscious state, wondering why her assistant Andrea, the only other person with a key card, was entering her room at this hour.

“Andrea?” Turning the corner, Y/n comes face to face with the older, taller man. “Eds… Wha- what are you doing here?”

“Did you not get my voicemail?” He asks, as if that voicemail held any answers.

“Yeah, but.. It was pretty vague.” Her reply caused Eddie to smile.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I was in a rush. Packing, getting the jet ready.” Silence came over the two. Awkward silence. The couple had never been in awkward silence for the entirety of their relationship, always talking, never a pause in their banter. They had comfortable silence at night, staring into each other's eyes. But never was it awkward between them.

“You’ve been avoiding my calls.”

“I’ve been avoiding your calls.” The two spoke at the same time, before Eddie continues, “I’m sorry. It’s just- Ever since my relationship with my ex-wife, my relationships have had this 6 month lifespan. And when they get close to 6 months I get ready to end things.” Here it comes the ‘it’s not you, it’s me and my commitment issues’ “But that didn’t happen with you.” Oh. “With you, you met Isla and Leo no woman I’ve been with has gotten there, and they like you! And that’s fucking scarry. So the thought of us ever breaking up and what that would do to Isla.. It killed me, so I wanted to get ahead of it, y’know break up with you before she got even more attached, but I couldn’t so I just avoided you. Which was the wrong choice because that just caused you and me more pain. So.. I came here to tell you that.. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know that I’m in, and this relationship it’s not just you and me anymore, my kids are in this. And I have to think about them and I need to know that you will also think about them.”

Throughout that long winded explanation, all Y/n could think about is that Eddie is not breaking up with her, and that he loves her. He, Eddie Munson, playboy, rock legend loved her.

“Eds, I love you too.” After she said the three little magic words, Eddie leaps towards her, his lips smashing against hers. Their lips moving in sync, Eddie’s tongue tempting her lips to widen, to allow his tongue and hers to fight for dominance. Y/n’s lips grant Eddie’s tongue entrance while Eddie has her distracted by his tongue, his hands slip downwards to her thighs gripping them for support to lift the woman onto the dining table, leaning her back and lifting his lips from hers to be able to talk once again. The disconnection of their lips leave the couple breathless, panting, and staring into eachothers eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The couple wake up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains, legs tangled together, Y/n moving to put her cold feet on Eddie’s legs to warm them.

“Ah! Get your feet off me. They’re cold.” Eddie mumbles into his hair, before turning his body to face Y/n, he was the little spoon last night.

“I know! That’s why I want you to warm them.” The short woman says in a ‘duh’ tone. Wiggling her feet between his calves, Eddie grabs her ankles, moving onto his back and pulling her to straddle him. Her bare core, resting on his v-line, as the two were still naked from last night's activities.

“Hi.”

“Hi, darling.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” The older man brings his hand to his girl's jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheek.

“I love you.” This causes Eddie to let out a deep chuckle, as the two have said this about 30 times since he first did last night.

“I love you too.”

“So.. Now that we’re in love or whatever.” “‘Whatever’” “I want you to meet my parents… In a couple months when I get a break from tour. What do you think about that?” Y/n was worried about asking Eddie this, it felt so juvenile, but Eddie has never once made her feel bad about their age gap, one of the many things she loved about him.

“I would love to. And in the summer, I would really love you coming with me and the kids to Hawkins, meet my uncle and my hometown friends?”

“I would love to meet the man that raised my amazing man. I’ll have to thank him y’know. A lot.”

“Of course, he did a great job.”

“Oh shut up. I also really want to meet your friends. What are they like?”

“Well theirs the Hellfire boys, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Will. They’re a couple years younger than me, all married, all have kids. Mike and Will are married, they adopted a few. Then there’s Steve. He has a kid Leo’s age.. Then Robin, she got married to this girl from high school, Vicky, me and Steve totally got them together but she won’t admit it. They’re all great, and I can’t wait for you to meet them.”

“I want to go to.. Italy. Have you been?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

“I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I’ll take you.”

The two have been laying on their backs staring at the ceiling, talking all about the places they’ve been and want to go. The couple haven't left the bed all day, just to go to the bathroom, and Eddie once to grab them food, all while still naked, just how they liked it.

“I wrote a breakup song about you.. Before everything, when I thought we were going to break up.” She added the last part quickly after her pause.

“Anything bad about me?” Eddie asks, clearly making a joke out of it, something Y/n was thankful for, he could always tell when she needed him to be serious and when she needed him to be jokey, another thing she loved about him.

“No, of course not. Just about how it would be super hard for me if we did break up.”

“Then good thing we didn’t.” He says, pressing his lips gently against hers.

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 1 year

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dhshhdhd perv stepbro eddie guiding his innocent step sisters hand to his cock while they makeout and convincing her to give him a handjob while they kis!!!

😵‍💫😵‍💫nnnnnnnngggggggg

"w-wha's that?" u gasp faintly against his lips, cheeks red as eddies ringed, tattooed hands rub ur soft palm against the bulge in his pants, a small whimper leaving his throat as the kiss gets messier. he smiles before licking into ur mouth softly before answering--slowly nipping at ur swollen n red mouth, his free hand holding the back of ur head so he can get impossibly closer to u each kiss.. "jus' rub it gently, puppy..makin' me so sensitive.." 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

this is so bad but i wanted to do just a little cuz i havent in very long--also sorry its just a little blurb :(( just so tired rn <;33

kissie for u anon srry its been so long LKSJDLF<333

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #innocent!reader #eddie munson x innocent!reader #dark!eddiemunson #dark!eddiemunsonsmut #dark!eddiemunson x reader #dark!eddiemunsonx innocent!reader #mail 💌#perv!eddiemunson #stepbro!eddie munson x innocent!reader #stepbrother!eddie munson #stepbro!perv!eddiemunson #eddie munson x girly!reader

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munsonology · 11 months

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Sweet Plains

A Cowboy!Eddie short story

18+ only, MINORS DNI

CW: Fem!reader, f receiving oral, wind fucking, come tasting, little bit of daddy kink👀 not proof read

Summary: Eddie and Girlie are in the warm fields of the ranch doing morning chores when a different kind of heat creeps upon them.

My first contribution for @oneforthemunny’s summertime writing game.

Posting with 45 minutes left of my birthday!

I’m gonna count this as my first official fic I’ve ever posted on here! Enjoy whores!

Girlie laying in the ranch fields waiting for Eddie to finish morning chores. It’s humid, the air thick and warm like a sweater on a cold December night.

She found the dress in the trunk at the foot of their bed. Bought for wedding and nonrefundable, despite the bride running away on the back of a stranger’s motorcycle.

Eddie paused shoveling the pile of hay to take a gander at you. Your legs up in the air, those sweet thighs tempting him. He was just between them not even a few hours ago. The taste of your folds still fresh on his tongue.

“What’cha doing over there, girlie?” He asks.

You peer around your legs to see Eddie standing there with a hand on his hip. His heavy boot resting on the pitchfork. The buttons on his shirt had long come undone. From the distance you could see the black ink on his chest.

“Just waiting on you to finish, honey.”

“Mmm…Is that right?”

You mumble in agreement. A sigh leaves your mouth feeling a light breeze pass through. The cool wind caressed your skin. Your legs fell open, wide as the open pasture. Bare cunt exposed, you laid back with your arms behind your head.

The crotch of Eddie’s wranglers tightened. He loved seeing you so free, so relaxed. You were a completely different person outside of the city. Monday through Friday you ventured to the concrete jungle for work, battling your way to the cracking the glass ceiling, but out here…out here at the ranch you could just be. No pressure to be anything but yourself.

Eddie squinted his eyes to get a better view of your current position. Skirt of your tulle dress to your waist, legs spread wide, hips moving to a beat all their own.

Eddie took long strides over to stand in front of you. “Well that’s a picture I never seen before.”

You opened an eye to him crouched beside you now. “When the breeze hits just right…it feels so good Ed,” you moan.

He removes the glove on his hand with his teeth. You feel the coarse pads of his fingers spread your cunt open. His index finger rubs with your clit in slow circles.

“Is that so? Mind if I help you out a bit?”

“Do what you must, cowboy,” you sigh.

Eddie takes the hat off his head and covers your face with it. You hear the clinking of his belt buckle come undone. He wraps the belt around your wrists, fusing them together in the thick leather.

“You still with me me, baby?”

“Never left.”

The sound of him hocking a loogie into his hand sends tingles down to your cunt. She’s the greediest bitch you know.

Eddie’s spit feels warm on your folds. Trickling and wrapping around your clit, his two fingers rub you out. Your pubes tickle the skin on his arm as it grazes against you.

“D’ya like that girlie?” He whispers.

“S’good Eddie.”

He pushes three fingers inside you. He curls them slowly, right against your gspot.

“Fuck!”

“Is that what she needed, baby?”

“C’mon Eddie. Please—I can’t hold it. Can I come?”

“‘can I come?’” He mocks you.

At that moment you feel pull away from you. You whine loudly.

“You sound just like Shadow when I don’t give her an extra sugar cube,” he laughs.

“Don’t leave me hanging cowboy!” You plead.

“Don’t worry girlie, I’d never leave her without a special treat.”

You sense his body between your legs, spreading them further apart. His breath is right on your cunt. “I got her medicine right here.”

He takes a long swipe with his tongue up your folds. Your thighs clench around his head. Eddie’s ears and neck grow warm at the embrace. There’s nowhere he’d rather be more, not even on the back of a raging bull.

He kisses your clit then goes in, taking the little button between his lips. He sucks you down like the thickest milkshake.

“Jesus Christ almighty!” You squeal.

Eddie’s fingers slip right into your wet pussy. Four fingers fit easily. Your arms come up around to make a grab for his hair. With your wrists still tied, you grip what you can, pulling hard and tight with every move he makes. Eddie’s fingers bully your gspot relentlessly.

Slick oozes out of you, dripping down Eddie’s chin. “You gon’ come when I tell you to girlie?”

“Yes! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Whatever I want, huh? Whatever Daddy says goes?”

“Yes Daddy!”

“Well c’mon then. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Mmmm, thank you—Fuck—Eddie!”

“That’s it baby,” he moans.

Eddie takes the hat off your face and slides it under you. The fabric of the hat brush against the sensitive skin under your ass.

With a wave of pleasure overtaking you, you come hard, spraying Eddie with your squirt. He angles the crown of his hat to capture your essence. Eddie’s shirt and the grass beneath you is soaked. He continues to work you, fingers pumping ferociously to milk you.

“That’s it, baby. Love when you water the grass,” he says with a smile.

He lifts the hat, tipping the brim to his lips. You watch him drink your come down, a small trickle dripping down his chin. Eddie wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.

He leans over you to undo the buckle on the belt. He soothes your wrists, kissing them gently before kissing your lips. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer for a deeper kiss.

“Sweetest morning dew I ever tasted baby,” he says against your pout.

“Are you ready for seconds?”

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x female reader #fem reader #eddie munson fem!reader #munsonology’s eddieverse #eddie munson smut #smut #eddie smut #cowboy!eddie munson x reader #munsonology’s cowboy!eddie #cowboy!eddie and girlie #cowboy!eddie munson #summertime writing game #sweet plains

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swtnrcmnt · 1 year

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eddie’s the type of guy to turn all of your stuffed animals around so they don’t have to witness the freaky stuff he’s about to do with you

#swtnr speaks !#thanks for coming to this ted talk #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x coquette!reader #eddie munson x girly!reader

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f4irydaydreams · 2 years

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eddie surprising you with flowers

a/n this is just to get my brain working cuz i’m struggling to write rn. not edited. reader implied to be shorter than eddie. tw anxiety mentions

when you woke up the last thing you expected was eddie munson standing by your bed with a nervous look on his face.

you and eddie had only been dating for a few weeks and things were amazing. you loved eddie, for a while now and being with him made you happier than ever.

the two of you had always been good friends but it felt good to share your emotions freely.

you were still a little shy about being romantic with him. your cheeks would hear you at every little nickname and you’d be nervous to hold his hand. eddie was the opposite. he could not get enough of you. he was the best boyfriend you could ask for. despite being his first real relationship, eddie knew just what to do and what to say to make you feel loved.

so when he heard that you weren’t feeling well he came straight to see you. not like he cared about missing classes anyways.

you weren’t exactly sick you just didn’t feel like getting up today. sometimes when you were a little too anxious and overwhelmed you’d take a mental health day.

eddie knew about this when you were friends. he would always come meet you after school to watch a movie to help you wind down. however this was the first time this happend with eddie as your offical boyfriend.

you sat up against your plush pillows, rubbing your eyes trying to process what is around you.

“eddie? what are you doing here”

“well a little birdie told me that you weren’t feeling that great so i’m here to spend some time with you”

“but you’re missing school. eddie you promised you’d study this year. what happened to 86’ baby”

“one day off isn’t going to kill me sweetheart”

he sat on the bed facing you and took your hand in his. he noticed the contrast between your pink sparkly nails and his heavy metal rings.

his eyes trailed up your body landing on your face. eddie grazed your soft cheek with his hand, you subconsciously leaned in.

“i brought a little surprise for you my love”

“a surprise? what is it?”

he chuckled at your sudden excitement. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead as he got off your bed.

“why don’t you freshen up and meet me downstairs?”

when you made it to the living room the first thing you noticed was the heavy floral scent in the air.

“i didn’t know which ones were your favorite so i bought them all”

eddie was holding several bouquets filled with colourful flowers. each one carefully wrapped with brown paper and held together with a soft white ribbons.

you didn’t know where to focus, the tulips, roses, carnations, daises…they were all so beautiful.

“do you like them?”

of course you do. you love them. you can’t believe that the boy you’re absolutely in love with is standing in your living room with a shit ton of flowers.

“yeah eds, i love them”, the slight crack in your voice gives you away. you can’t help it. you just feel so loved and your heart feels like it’s going to explode.

“hey hey hey what’s wrong” he carefully sets the flowers aside to come closer to you. your glossy eyes are glued to the floor when he hooks his fingers under your chin to make you look at him.

“i bought you these flowers to make you feel better princess. i know how much you love them. what’s wrong?”

this made your eyes water even more.

“i just love you so much eddie. this is the sweetest thing anyones every done for me.”

“i love you too sweetheart,” he gently wipes a stray tear off your cheek “i’d buy you all the flowers in the world if i could”

he wraps his arms around you, surrounding you in a comforting warmth. his t-shirt was soft against your cheek and you loved the way his head rested just on top of yours.

you felt grounded and secure. even with all your irrational worries and anxiety acting up you felt calm.

“you’re the best eds”

“only the best for my girl”

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littlexdeaths · 5 days

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bye bye bye - e.m.

y2k eddie munson x girly reader

opposites attract masterlist

warnings: gareth is a dickhead, hope y’all like some cheesy fluff, eddie is a complete dork but we love him for it.

a/n: this is a repost of my first y2k eddie fic, with some much needed edits and additions. i will be working on editing and posting the rest of this series soon. i hope you enjoy 💕

word count: 1.5k

Today really hadn’t gone how you’d planned.

You had been hanging out with Eddie and his band mates, something you’d done quite often. Only this time you made the mistake of wearing your *NSYNC tour shirt.

It wasn’t a secret that you and Eddie had polar opposite tastes, it was apparent by just looking at you. You were all pink, bubblegum and boy bands. And your boyfriend was a leather clad, heavy metal enthusiast.

Despite these differences, you fit so well together.

And as they say— opposites attract.

But one of his friends was always more standoffish towards you because of it. While you were always nice to Gareth, he seemed annoyed anytime Eddie brought you around. But today that annoyance had seemingly reached its peak.

And all over a stupid t-shirt.

Eddie had gone to get you both a drink, leaving you in the living room with the three other males. They were discussing the newest Linkin Park album. Which oddly enough, was a band you actually enjoyed outside your normal realm of music.

You perked up at the mention of the album, as it had been the only thing Eddie had been playing since it was released. Feeling eager to see what they also thought of it.

“Oh come on man, you can't say Meteora is better than Hybrid Theory,” Jeff scoffs, shaking his head in response to Gareth’s admission as Eddie leaves the room.

The male rolls his eyes before tossing a piece of popcorn at Jeff’s head, “See that’s where you’re wrong dude, have you tried listening to the albums back to back?”

You take this as an opportunity to add in your two cents, trying to include yourself in the conversation despite your nerves.

“Well, personally I think both albums are great in their own—”

You are interrupted with a loud snort as Gareth rudely cuts you off, glancing down at your shirt before meeting your eyes.

“Why would we care about your opinion of it? All you listen to is boy band trash pop,” he sneers, rolling his eyes as he turns back to his friends.

It felt like someone had punched you in the gut, any other words became lodged in your throat. Jeff and Grant throw apologetic glances your way, but continue on with the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Eddie returns shortly after, completely oblivious to what had just transpired. He plops down next to you on the sofa and passes you a can of coke. Due to your solemn appearance, he knew something was wrong. He just didn’t know what.

A frown tugs at the corner of his mouth as he wraps an arm around your waist, tucking you into his side.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks softly, replying with a shrug of your shoulders.

You let your eyes fall to the open can of soda clutched in your fist. You didn’t want to talk about it, especially not in front of them. The last thing you wanted was to cause a scene, or to give Gareth the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

So you sat quietly through the next half hour, letting Eddie enjoy the time with his friends.

But he couldn’t seem to let it go, far too focused on what had caused this sudden shift in your mood. So he ended the hangout early, claiming to be too tired from work. But all of you knew the real reason, guilt filled your chest as he walked you out to his van.

They must think you’re a buzzkill too.

The questions started the moment the door shut behind him, badgering you the entire way back to your house. You easily dodged his line of questioning, claiming to be tired. But Eddie wasn’t having any of that, he could see right through you. He always could.

“Baby, come on. Talk to me please,” he pleaded as he followed you up the stairs to your bedroom.

You continued to ignore him as you sat on the bed with a sigh. You felt embarrassed, knowing such a silly comment shouldn’t bother you as much as it did. All you wanted was for his friends to like you, but it was made abundantly clear that they didn’t.

All because you favored pop music? It all felt so trivial, like they weren’t even willing to give you a real chance. It hurt your feelings more than you cared to admit.

But Eddie being the sweet, doting boyfriend that he was— wasn’t giving up that easily.

“Just tell me what happened, sweetheart.” He says, kneeling in front of you, palms resting on either side of your thighs.

“It’s stupid,” you mutter, avoiding his curious gaze.

“Nothing that upset you this much is stupid,” he counters as you let out a groan, dramatically falling back onto the mattress and covering your face.

You hear his exasperated sigh, feeling the weight of his chest against yours as he leans over you. Eddie carefully removes your hands from your face, looking down at you expectantly.

“Your friends don’t like me,” you utter softly.

He frowns, confusion settling on his features.

“Why do you say that?”

You sigh, rolling your eyes which causes his frown to deepen.

“Well, just look at me…” you trail off, gesturing to yourself. “And look at you.”

It’s his turn to sigh now, taking your hands as he guides you back into a sitting position. Eddie cups your cheeks in between his palms, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I know what you’re insinuating, but I promise that’s the furthest thing from the truth.” He reassures you, his dark eyes utterly sincere.

And as much as you want to believe him, there’s still a small part of you that wonders if maybe they are right. Maybe you’re too different. He must be able to read the apprehension lingering on your features, as one of determination crosses over his.

“I don’t know what they said to make you think that,” he pauses to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “But I won’t hesitate to kick some ass, sweetheart.”

Despite the teasing lithe in his voice you know he’s serious, quickly shaking your head. The last thing you’d want is to cause more beef with his friends.

“It’s fine, Eds, I’m just too sensitive.” You give him a quick peck on the lips, “Let’s just drop it, yeah?”

You pull away to scoot further up the mattress, patting the spot beside you. But he shakes his head, remaining on the floor for a moment. His eyes dart contemplatively around the room, stopping on the shelf that held your extension CD collection.

A Cheshire-like grin tugs at his lips as he moves towards it, balancing on the balls of his feet. Your brows knit together in confusion as his ringed fingers graze over the plastic spines, stopping once he finds what he was looking for. Eddie pops the disc out of its case and into the clunky boombox before pressing play.

The beginning chords of Bye Bye Bye fill the once quiet space of your bedroom. Your boyfriend quickly jumps to his feet, spinning around to face you. He plants his feet on the carpet, head falling forward as his hands raise up in a marionette style.

Your eyes widen in realization as you crawl back towards the edge of your bed, suddenly intrigued. Eddie shoots a wink your way once he meets your gaze, beginning to sing along. His voice stood out amongst the others, the raspy quality brought a new edge to the track.

But he didn’t stop there.

You watched in amazement as he nailed all the choreography from the music video. You had no idea when he found the time to study all the moves. Between classes, work, hellfire and band practice he barely had time to think.

But knowing he took the time to do this, specifically for you— made your stomach flutter.

You can’t stop the smile from lighting up your features, giggling as your boyfriend continues to serenade you.

“I don’t want to be your fool, in this game for two…”

Eddie drops to his knees at your feet again, coaxing you onto the floor with him. He presses feather light kisses all over your face, the sensation causes you to giggle more. As hurt as you had been, the male always knew how to make you forget your problems.

At least for a little while.

“That’s my girl,” he mumbled, grinning down at you.

He’s a little out of breath from his impromptu dance routine, bangs lightly sticking to his forehead.

“You’re an absolute dork, Ed,” you giggle, ruffling his curls in a playful manner.

But the way he’s looking at you has your heart racing. His head dips, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss as the song comes to an end.

“Now, admit it,” he chuckles against your mouth, nudging his nose with yours. “I’m a much better dancer than that Dustin Timberlake.”

You laugh loudly, fondly shaking your head at him.

“It’s Justin, baby…”

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forays-into-fiction · 1 year

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In the DM’s Chair

You drop in on Eddie during Hellfire Club and unintentionally distract him a little, he decides to show you who’s boss.

Eddie x Bambi Masterlist

Minors DNI

Contains: Perv!Eddie/Not So Innocent!Girly!Reader, Perv!Eddie/Perv!Reader, Unprotected Sex, Corruption Kink, Bondage, Semi-Public Sex/Van Sex, Oral Fixation/Oral (Female Receiving, Mentions of Male Recieving), Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Master, Bambi, Sweetheart), Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Slight Exhibitionism, Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader

You’re at the diner with Eddie grabbing a bite to eat after another Hellfire Club session. A group of jocks and their girlfriends came in not long after you, celebrating the Tigers latest win. One of the group, you’re not even sure who, manages to bump the waitress as she’s passing your table.

A glass of water on her tray topples splashing everywhere, leaving a growing wet patch over your chest. There’s apologies all around and the waitress rushes off to grab you some napkins. Eddie’s eyes lock onto your tits as the material becomes translucent.

“Awww, ‘m all wet now.” You pout up at him pinching the rapidly dampening blouse away from your chest.

His eyes snap up to yours and he lets out a low groan, “Fuck… Bambi, I know, I know you didn’t mean it like that… but fuck when you look at me all cute and innocent saying things that sound dirty… goddamn. I just wanna bend you over this table right now anyone that sees be damned.”

You let out a little gasp, “Eddie, you don’t… actually want people to see us, do you?”

“No… no, I know we’d get in trouble, like serious trouble… but it is kinda hot to think about, isn’t it?”

You giggle shyly, looking up at him through your lashes, “Yeah, kinda… does it make you hard? Staring at my tits through my wet shirt. Imagining me bent over the table, skirt flipped up while you just pound into me…You know, I’m actually getting a little wet now… like that.”

“Fuck-ing hell… I… as soon as we’re done here-”

“Your van? The bathroom? No one will see us, but they might hear us.” You offer.

“Van. Definitely the van.” He rips out his wallet and slaps down a handful of cash to cover the bill. He spins in his seat and grabs the edge of the table and the side of the seat, hauling himself out of the booth. He grabs your arm and drags you up from your seat, you pout and protest weakly, “Hey, I didn’t get to finish my milkshake.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll give you something better to suck on than that flimsy little straw.”

You follow after him eagerly, “Yeah?”

He holds the door open for you to pass through nodding his head, “Yeah… I’ll even let you pick what you get to suck on too, as long as you give me a good look at your tits in that wet shirt.”

He walks beside you to his van, you giggle and tease along the way, “Perv.”

“You love it. And you’re just as pervy as me.” He retorts.

“Oh, am I now? No more Miss ‘cute and innocent’, huh?”

“You secretly love that too… I know you. I know your deal. You just fucking love my whole corruption kink thing, don’t ya?” He taunts back with determination.

You clutch a hand to your damp chest dramatically, drawing his eyes back there, “Me? Nooooo, whatever do you mean?”

He lets out a growl and draws you in closer to him pulling you along the rest of the way.

He unlocks the van and takes a breath, “Ok, let me just pull ‘round back. People may get a little suspicious of the van rocking away in the middle of the diner parking lot.”

You give a mock scandalised gasp as he leads you to the back of the van, “Oh, no what would people think? The horrible, evil, devil-worshiping drug dealer corrupting poor, little innocent ‘ol me.”

He opens the door, leaning against it, eyes darting between yours and your chest, “Oh, you’re really trying to get me worked up now, huh? Really playing into that corruption kink? Don’t act like it doesn’t do it for you too.”

You pout looking at him through your lashes, “Oh, but it does sir, you know me too well.”

“You’re fuckin’ right I do. Now get in the back and strip.” He demands. You grin back at him and practically skip into the back of his van.

He slams the door behind you, palm still on the cool metal, he closes his eyes briefly and sighs before adjusting himself in his jeans.

He wastes no time in lingering there, quickly re-parking his van out of sight. You’ve settled in in the back, amongst the pillows and blankets that he now kept there, plenty of them your own additions and wildly out of place for his style. You’d taken off about as much as your shoes and socks before the doors to the back are opening and he crawls in to join you, capturing your lips in a heated, hurried kiss before breaking away. You look into his lust clouded eyes and he growls, “Thought I told you to strip?”

You give a little smirk before responding, putting on a delicate voice and wide puppy dog eyes, “But Sir… I can’t. What will people think?”

Your scandalised whisper has him groaning, he falters for a moment and you double down crossing your arms over your chest averting your gaze dramatically, “Please don’t look, my shirt’s all wet and I’ve got nothing to preserve my modesty.”

“Fuuuuuck… you wanna play it like this? Fine. We’ll do this.”

You look back to him with a giggle and place a hand on his chest, “You going to ruin me? Strip me off and convince me to let the ‘devil-worshipping drug dealer’ have his way with me? That’s not what good girls do.”

He grabs your wrist giving you a glare, “No good girls don’t, but I’m going to turn you into my good little slut instead.”

You whimper a little as he pulls your arm away from his chest, releasing it to run that hand over your own. His eyes don’t leave your tits, enveloped in the damp fabric of your blouse, until he speaks again, “You got all wet huh, sweetheart? Maybe we should take that off to dry?”

You pout up at him giving him a wordless nod, he in turn begins popping open the buttons of your shirt ever so slowly. Once he has it hanging open loosely, he trails his fingers over the swell of your breast above your lacy little bra, sending shivers over your body.

You pull yourself free of the blouse, letting it fall away completely. His fingers meet the chain dangling above your cleavage and he pulls you into another heated kiss, grinding himself against you briefly, you gasp into his lips at the feel of his hard length pressing up against you through the fabric of both of your clothing.

He pulls back to tease, “You gonna help me with that, sweetheart? You gonna let a pervert like me have his way with you?”

You make a sound deep in the back of your throat, nodding in agreement “Hnnnn… yes, sir.”

He chuckles darkly, reaching around you to unclasp your bra, “Not such a good girl now, are you? Giving in so easy…”

You try to buck up into him and he gives you a look, “So, very easy to turn you into a slut, isn’t it?”

“Only for you, sir.” You counter breathily.

“Ffuuuck…” Eddie groans, before scrambling to tear off his own clothing. As he fumbles with his belt and yanks down the zipper of his jeans, he instructs you to take off your skirt too.

You wriggle out of it, letting it pool beneath you where you sit. He pulls his cock out of his boxers stroking himself, taking a few passes and spreading his precum. He releases his length, plunging his hand into your panties, “Shit… Bambi, you weren’t lying. You really are fucking wet.”

You manage a small hum as his fingers tease you, “Mmmhhm… for you… gonna be a good slut, for you.”

He hisses, “Jesus H Christ… please. Let… lemme fuck you…”

“Fucking ruin me.” You gasp against him, pulling him in for another kiss.

He removes your panties hastily barely wasting a second before gripping his cock, lining it up with your needy, dripping cunt and sliding in all at once in a single thrust. The pair of you groan together at the sensation as your hips meet.

He pulls back eyes half-lidded and pants out, “’m not… not gonna last long.”

You grasp at his shoulders desperately and whine as he begins pumping into you, “Me toooo…”

The van is filled with each of your desperate, pathetic sounds and the wet slap of skin on skin.

He brings a hand down to press into your clit, leaving you gasping, “Ooooohhh fuck… like that.”

He groans, “Yeah? You gonna cum with me? Be a good little slut for me?”

You give an answering moan, “Yesss… cum inside me… let everyone see what a whore you turned me into.”

He gives a strangled cry, thrusts losing any rhythm they once had, his hand pressing against you more insistently, “Wanna feel you cum on my cock… cum for me.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as all that tension that had been mounting finally snaps and the slick walls of your channel constrict around him, gripping him tightly over and over. His cock throbs within you, your release triggering his own, the two of you panting heavily.

You fall back into the pile of pillows and blankets and he follows along, collapsing against you. You lay there for a moment both of you still catching your breath, pressed against on another, Eddie’s cock still sheathed inside you. Eddie props himself up a little and catches your gaze, he laughs, you giggle back at him.

“Geez, all that ‘cause someone spilled a bit of water on you, huh?”

You prod at him, “Don’t tease.”

He eases his softening length out of you and flops down beside you before pulling you to lay on top of him.

“Should go around splashing water on you more often.” He taunts.

The following week, you have some time to kill before you have to leave for Hellfire Club. You have the house to yourself for now, you’ve been planing a surprise for Eddie, experimenting a bit with self-tying. You decided to test out a couple of ideas, something around your legs, another design around your torso.

You just couldn’t help but think of him when you spotted his favourite lengths of rope amongst your collection. Picking out the soft, silky ropes you practically skip back to your bed ridding yourself of your clothing along the way.

Working away meticulously, you ensure everything is symmetrical and more importantly testing the tightness.You move to check your progress on your legs in your mirror and continue there with your chest.

Once you’re happy with everything you do a little twirl and giggle at your reflection, Eddie will love it. You sigh happily at the thought and glance at the clock on your bedside table.

“Oh, shit I’m gonna be late.” You gasp and tug at the knots around your calves, unraveling the rope hurriedly. You struggle with the chest harness you’d constructed around yourself, but there’s no time. You give up grumbling, “Fuck, it’ll just have to stay on.”

You pull on your previously discarded skirt. Ignoring the rumpled top on the floor, you pull out a new blouse, shrugging it on and buttoning it over the silky ties you’d placed on yourself. You scramble for your keys, grasping at the fuzzy little charm on the end and rush out to your car.

You pull into the Hawkins High parking lot in record time, right next to Eddie’s van. When you burst into the drama room a little out of breath you apologise, interrupting Eddie’s narration. He looks up angrily until he realises it’s you, “Bambi! Thought you weren’t going to make it this time. C’mon take a seat, here right by me.”

Mike grumbles in Dustin’s ear, “He’d never let any of us get away with that shit.”

Eddie fixes him with a glare before continuing where he’d left off, “So, as I was saying… you notice that the keep has been left unguarded, what would you like to do?”

You miss what they say as you move to grab a spare chair and position it next to Eddie.

He slips a hand under the table, resting it on your thigh rubbing his fingers lazily over the plump, soft swell of skin. He carries on with the game but you can’t keep track, distracted by his hand on you, feeling the rope brushing against your skin with every breath.

You jump as an erratic dice toss sends one toppling off the table and onto the floor. You drop down to your knees and offer up an enthusiastic, “I’ll get it!”

The die sits under the table just in front of Eddie, you shimmy further under and he inhales sharply at the sight of your ass wiggling around. He’s getting a clear view under your skirt at your lacy panties, wet patch forming on the front sticking them to your folds affording him an undeniable look at the outline of your labia.

You crawl back out die in hand, his eyes had been searching for the guitar pick around your neck, honestly they had, but in that little glance down the front of your blouse he’d spotted the rope. Barely suppressing a groan as his dick twitches beneath his jeans he offers you a hand to help you off the floor.

You give him a grin and hand him the die, standing back up, “It was a three, unless you guys want a re-roll?”

Eddie clears his throat, blush creeping its way up his neck and over his cheeks, “Nope. No re-rolls tonight, three it is. What’s that make your total, Henderson?”

He rushes through the rest of the session, growing increasingly irritable as the game progresses. One of the guys suggests they cut it short tonight, as they in turn grow ever more frustrated with the moody DM.

As the last party member leaves, he rounds on you, standing in front of you. He cages you in with his hands on the armrests of your chair, he growls, “What the shit was that, y/n?”

You look up at him innocently, you know he really means it, when he says your actual name, “What?”

“Oh, ok you wanna play all cute and innocent now. Don’t act like you don’t know what you did. Getting on your hands and knees in front of me, showing me your wet little cunt… you’re so soaked, I could fucking see every last detail, even with the panties on. And the rope? You come here with rope wrapped all around you… just ready to go, aren’t you?”

“Oh, I ummm… I swear I didn’t plan this… I… I was just practicing some knots and stuff you know and I got carried away and lost track of time and then I was struggling to get it off so I just left it on.”

He nods and says in a patronising tone, “Uh huh, sure. What about everything else then?”

“Well… of course I’m wet Eddie, you… you had your hand on my thigh just rubbing and squeezing while you spoke with that voice… I didn’t even hear what you were saying really, but just uhghh so commanding… you know how it sets me off.”

He smirks, leaning in whispering in your ear menacingly, “Really, is that all it takes to turn you into a messy little whore? My hand on on your thigh… like this?”

He gropes your leg for emphasis, his voice is deep and rumbling as he continues, “My voice in your ear, like this?”

“Edddieee…” You whine and try to squeeze your legs together, but his hand stops you, holding your leg in place.

He pulls back to look into your eyes, giving a subtle shake of his head, “Ah, ah, ah. So, what was that little stunt with the die then, hmmm?”

You pout up at him, “I just wanted to help-”

“Yeah, ‘help’ me lose all semblance of thought and concentration with a view straight up your skirt and down your top! All with that broad grin over your face, just like ‘look at me, sir… I’m all ready for you’.”

“P-please…”

“Already begging, are you, Bambi? Tell me what are you begging for?”

“You.”

“Well, princess seems to me like I need to teach you a lesson. I’m going to fuck you… right here until you’re as limp as a rag doll, then once more just to make sure you remember who your master is. You got that?”

“Yes. Yes… master.”

“Good girl. You catch on quick, don’t you? Now strip down to your underwear, let me see what you managed to do with that rope.”

He takes a step back allowing you to stand, watching you expectantly. You rise and begin shedding your clothes under his scrutinising stare. You drape them over your chair and toe off your shoes. Standing before him, arms crossed behind your back as his eyes rake over your handiwork with the rope.

He trails a finger over it and hums, “You even used my favourite colour, are you sure you didn’t plan this? Maybe you did without even realising it… maybe I put the idea in your head when I said I’d bend you over that table and fuck you right there, everyone else be damned?”

“I just… I saw this one and it made me think of you so I used it.”

“Fuck… really Bambi? You were thinking about me?”

“Yeah… wanted to test some stuff out so I could do something special for you.”

“Shit, right that’s it…” he drags you over to his ‘DM chair’, as everyone called it. He takes a seat, tilting his hips upwards as he undoes his belt, unbuttons and unzips his jeans tugging them down.

He pushes his boxers aside, letting his hard cock slap up against him, he strokes over it once… twice and then pulls you closer. “Panties off.”

“Yes, Si-Master.” You duck down to comply letting your panties fall around your ankles before stepping out of them. He lifts you suddenly, you gasp as your feet leave the ground and he positions you with your legs hanging over the armrests of his chair. With your legs spread he gets a tantalising view of your glistening folds and you feel your arousal dribbling out of you.

“Fuck look at you, spread out all for me…” he rubs the pink tip of his cock against your entrance teasingly.

“So, fucking wet.” He groans, the sound reverberating through his chest.

You whimper in response and he finally tears his gaze away from your sopping wet cunt. He looks up at you taking in your slightly parted lips as you let out breathy little sighs, “Please master, fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, let me suck on those tits first.”

His gaze drops down to your chest as you arch your back, pushing your chest out towards him. His hands land on you roughly, he kneads the flesh as he growls, “So fucking perfect, I swear… and look no bra, just held up by all this pretty rope…”

He pushes your breasts together, mouthing on one while he takes care of the other with one of his hands. He works you over so well, you’d swear you could cum from this alone, but then he’s tearing his head away, lips swollen and red, eyes blown wide with lust.

“This pretty little cunt is just drooling for me, isn’t it?” He dips his fingers into your wetness with a self-satisfied smirk, pulling them away your arousal strings between you and his fingertips, “What’d I say?”

He gives his fingers a lick, never breaking eye contact with you, it sends a pulse to your clit. You bite back a moan for more, you wouldn’t put it past him to make you wait even longer if you did.

“You ready to take my fat cock like a good little slut?”

“Yes master, please. Please, fuck me. I’ll take everything you give me.”

“That’s right, you’re so good for me.” His hands drop to your hips, holding you in place, one hand slips down lower to guide his cock into you slowly.

He pushes his hips all the way up gradually, burying himself all the way inside you, his ass lifting from the seat. He pushes you down against the armrests, your legs swing as he gives an experimental thrust. Your head drops forward pressings kisses to his forehead as you gasp and moan above him, gripping the back of his chair.

“Ohh… fuck… please, again.”

He thrusts up again forcefully and you bounce along with him, the arms of the chair digging into you. He lets out a deep groan of his own, “Shit… feels so fucking good.”

His hips slam up into you, ass thumping back down into the cushioned chair on every back thrust, hands gripping you tightly, tight enough to bruise.

You tilt his head up to you with one hand and capture his lips with your own, kissing him deeply swallowing up all his grunts and groans. He bucks wildly beneath you and tugs your head back by your hair, “This what you wanted?”

His taunting is broken up by little huffs and grunts, “Hfff…You wanted to get fucked by your master right here in his DM chair?”

“Fuck ‘m close… so close. God yes, wanted this… wanted you, master.”

“Ungh… Do you wish the rest of the guys were still here so they could see what a slut you are for me?”

“Shit… ‘m gonna cum…”

“That’s it cum on my cock, squeeze your tits for me while you do.”

Your hands move from the back of the chair to push your breasts together, smushing them up with the rope that’s wrapped around them, tweaking at your nipples. You throw your head back, mouth dripping open as the head of his dick catches you in just the right spot repeatedly.

“Yeah, that’s it cum for me.”

You let out a cry of his name as you clamp down on his cock. Tugging on your nipples firmly, electricity buzzing all over your skin, radiating out from your spamming cunt. You collapse against him, but he continues pummelling away. His hands link behind your back, he pulls you in closer as with one final thrust, he stills and empties his twitching dick, deep within you.

You let out a sigh as you feel his warm, thick release filling you with spurt after spurt. He rests there for a moment, dick still buried with in you, plugging you up, holding his cum inside you.

“Ohhh holy shit that was good.” He sighs in your ear.

You give a blissed out, “Yeeaaaahh…” in agreement and he chuckles at you.

His devilish smirk goes unseen as he whispers in your ear, “But I’m not done yet.”

You can only manage a hum in response, “Mhmm.”

He scoops you up, his dick slipping out from you, releasing a torrent of your combined cum in its wake. He stands and turns, lowering you into the chair. He lifts your legs back over the armrests again, baring your sloppy cunt to him, he watches as his cum flows out of you leaving a sticky trail.

He spares you a quick glance and you grin back at him, “I’ll take everything you give me, master. See…” You dip a hand between your legs scooping up a glob of sticky fluid before bringing it to your lips and sucking it down with a lusty moan. You repeat the action once more, this time lingering with your fingers in your mouth as you watch his mouth drop open with a gasp.

He grabs your wrist and growls, “My fucking turn.”

He drops to his knees, hands resting on your knees as his tongue delves between your folds and he slurps up the rest of your combined cum with a lewd, wet sound. He continues to eat you out like a man starved, spreading you wide open with his hands while his tongue devours you.

The tip of his nose nudges at your clit, his long hair tickles at your bare legs so you reach down and gather it up. His darkened gaze settles on you, looking into his eyes has your breath quickening more rapidly than before.

You tug on his hair and he moans into your wet hole. You thrust up against him as much as he’ll allow, drawing closer and closer to your climax. His eye contact is intense, you hold on to it as you topple over the edge into bliss once more, gasping and panting.

His tongue continues to probe into your quivering entrance seeking out all he can get of your release. When he pulls away from your ruined hole grinning all the while you let out a pathetic shuddering sigh and reach out for him.

He laughs, “I’m still not done, sweetheart. You got me all hard again with those pretty little moans and those beautiful eyes staring back at me. Also with that heavenly taste, goddamn, I swear I could spend the rest of my life buried between your thighs.”

You giggle and hum in agreement, “Hmmm, me too… I mean, buried between your thighs. Sucking on your dick and balls… God that’s fucking good.”

“You’re right when you say we’re made for each other, Bambi. Now I think I promised ‘once more to remind you who your master is’ and I think I’ll take that with you bent over the game table. How’s that sound?”

You let out a choked whimper, “Fuck master, yes please.”

He hauls you to your feet and flips you around so you’re pressed against the table. He sweeps a hand in front of you knocking over his DM screen, scattering miniatures and dice, you hear a few of the dice clack as they fall to the ground.

You fold your arms in front of you, leaning into the table, your bare breasts brushing against the hard surface. He grabs onto the rope around your torso and pulls you back against him as he presses his chest to your back. He whispers in your ear, “I’m your fucking master. You are my little slut and don’t you ever forget that.”

He buries himself balls deep in one thrust leaving you reeling, practically knocking the air out of you. His thrusts are erratic, his breathing ragged as he forces your legs wider, sinking into you impossibly deeper. You could swear you feel him in your throat as his balls swing and slap against you. You mewl beneath him, his clothed body pressing against your own chasing his release.

You can feel his length twitching inside you, you know he’s close when you hear that telltale hitch in his breath.

He gasps into your ear, “Can you imagine it… a group of guys all just sitting around this table watching as I take you from behind. Watching as… as you fall apart on my cock, over an-and over. Everyone knows… I’m your master though… hngh… you cry out for me. You beg for me…”

You moan into the flat of the table beneath your face as he slips a hand beneath you to rub your swollen clit, “Ohhhhh…”

“Shit you… hmmm… gonna cum again, princess? Tell me who’s your master? Who’s in control here?”

“Fuck… oh god… you Eddie! You! You’re my master… and I’m your good little slut.” You tighten around his thick cock.

“Christ… yes… fuck, yes. I’m your master!” His hips stutter to a halt, unloading rope after rope of hot cum into your waiting entrance.

His climax triggers your own and your slick channel grips him ever tighter, you whine as he bites down on your shoulder.

You feel boneless slumped against the table, sandwiched between it and him, his weight bearing down on you. He pulls away and scoops you up, lowering you into his chair once again. He spots your panties on the ground and kneels to retrieve them.

Still on his knees in front of you, he eases your panties over your legs until they settle against your sticky folds, immediately soaking up the mess of jizz that pools there.

He smirks up at you, you pout down at him, “Hey, you never took off your clothes… no fair.”

He chuckles, “I made you cum three times and you’re gonna complain that I didn’t take off my clothes?”

You tug on the sleeve of his shirt, “Yeah, ‘s better when I get to see you… all of you. It’s better when our skin touches.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “Alright, wait right there.”

“Don’t think I could go anywhere even if I wanted to, my legs are like fucking jello.” You call back to him as he goes off in search of something amongst the props from the drama class.

He reappears with a bundle of fabric, laying it out on the ground. He strips off his clothing adding it to the pile. He turns back to you giving his hips a shake, his softening dick flopping around still glistening in the low light, smeared with cum. “Like what you see? This what you wanted princess?”

You giggle and grin at him, “Perfect, absolutely perfect.”

He steps closer to you grinning back at you, “You’re ridiculous you know that?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” He puts on a falsetto as he continues, “‘Let Me See Your Floppy Dick’ and ‘Oh It’s So Perfect’.”

You giggle again, giving him a nudge, “Stop making fun of me.”

He slots himself between your legs, wrapping his arms around you and leaning in for a kiss. “‘Legs like jello’, you said?” He teases with a lopsided grin as he pulls away.

“Mhmm… fucked me real good.”

He smirks and lifts you up, you wrap your shaky legs around him as best as you can. He tosses you down gently onto the pile of fabric and clothing he’d created, following after you, flopping down beside you.

He presses into your side and you roll over to face him, finally getting your skin-to-skin contact. The pair of you grin at each other, he lets out a giddy little giggle, “We just fucked in the school… in the Hellfire Club room.”

“We’re gonna need to sanitise… everything in here, you know that?”

He whines, “Ugh… clean up can wait, just enjoy the moment.”

“I am. I love you, you know that?”

“God, I fucking love you too, Bambi.”

“So… ‘Master’? That’s a new one.” You give a curious little hum.

“Yeah, that was ok, right? I know you like ‘Sir’, don’t get me wrong I do too… love it actually, but… ‘Master’ just felt right ya know?”

He turns his head away apologising, “Sorry, I kind of sprang it on you, I should’ve probably waited ‘til we could talk about it properly…”

You tilt his head towards you, “Eddie, ‘Master’ is good, it’s sooo good… also very fitting for a Dungeon Master like you.

“Hey! You stop making fun of me, I know it’s nerdy and shit-”

You cut him off with a kiss, throwing your leg over him and straddling him, before breaking apart, “More like sexy. Also doing it in the DM’s chair… bent over the game table… in the fucking school… hell I’d let you take me on every square inch of this place.”

“Jesus H Christ. You… you’re serious? Can we… can we make this a regular thing? Friday nights D&D followed by intense, kinky sex?”

“If that’s what my Dungeon Master desires.” You bat your eyelashes at him.

“Yes. God yes. A million times yes. It would be a dream come true. ” He groans.

You giggle and lean back into him, “I can also keep up this ‘Master’ stuff if you’d like. Is it ok if I still use ‘Sir’ as well?”

“Oh Bambi, of course you can… and I’d really like if you used ‘Master’, thank you.”

You press your lips to his, placing a hand on his cheek. When you release his lips, you rest your forehead against his. His hands wander, tracing over the rope around your torso. He hooks a finger under the rope sitting against your hip, glancing down briefly before returning his gaze to meet yours, “You were really practicing this for me?”

“Yeah… it’s gonna be your birthday soon, wanted… guess it’s kinda ruined now, but I wanted to surprise you with it.” You admit.

A dopey grin overtakes his features, “It is not ruined at all, Bambi. ‘S cute that you wanna tie yourself up all for me like a pretty little present. I really hope you do.”

“I will… I’ve got a few more ideas to test out so it could still be a surprise.”

“Well, I can’t wait to see what you come up with… but we should probably get going now, clean up as best as we can and head home.”

“Lets.” You agree, pushing off from him and standing, offering him a hand up.

He stands and pulls you back into him for one more lingering kiss, you pull away first, “Hey, do you think you could help me out of this?”

“Of course I can, c’mere.” He begins picking at the knots, caressing your skin gently in places as he goes, “You did a really good job with this. How did you even manage to tie a bow like this behind your back?”

“It was… easy?” Confusion creeps into your tone at his apparent amazement, you explain, “It’s like tying off apron strings or hooking up a bra. No problem, like yeah you can’t see what you’re doing, but you can feel it out.”

“Hmmm, I guess. Dunno… don’t think I could do it.”

You giggle and move to collect your clothes as the last length of rope slips away from your body, “Well, that’s not really a problem unless you’re planning on tying yourself up.”

The pair of you redress as he gives another hum, “Would you… would you like to see me tied up? We could give that a go too.”

He busies himself with coiling the rope in his hands around itself, trying not to seem overeager.

You step back towards him, trailing a hand over his chest teasingly, drawing his eyes to yours and his hands halt their actions.

You assure him, “Could be fun. We can definitely try that if you’re into it. Maybe do something where you wear some panties again, make you look all pretty in some rope… god, just thinking about that is... you’d be so pretty, I just know it. I mean you’re already a very pretty man-”

He chuckles cutting you off, “Bambi, you’re rambling, and I think you just called me ‘pretty’ at least three times. You’re into it.”

“Yeah, guess so huh? You know you’re also very handsome, just because I say ‘pretty’ doesn’t make you any less masculine. You are my big, strong man… I just-”

“I know what you mean, I don’t take any offence to it. I can be pretty and manly at the same time.”

“You know Eds, it’s very sexy how secure you are in yourself, not just about stuff like this, but everything. You are so unapologetically yourself, I love it… I love you.”

“Shit well I’m glad you think so, but there is plenty that I am insecure about.”

“I think deep down everyone is, but you are true to yourself where it matters and that is amazing.”

He looks at you with a softness in his eyes, “You’re pretty amazing yourself there, y/n… but, c’mon let’s get going I’m getting kinda tired now.”

“You wanna come back to my place? I can drive us.”

“Oooh, you trying for round four now?” He taunts.

You slap his arm playfully, “Perv. No, my place is closer and you can close your eyes for a bit in the car… and I’ll get to fall asleep in your arms.”

“Love it when you take care of me. Yeah, let’s go to your place Bambi, I’ll cuddle you as good as I fuck you.”

You giggle, “Well, I am in for some phenomenal cuddles then.”

He laughs with you, “Sure are.”

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